The Woman From Hell

Chapter 155

"I only want to protect you. Trust me, Grayson Louis is no saint."

I looked at Tyler and scoffed. "How do you expect me t o believe you? In my eyes, all of you are the same, you're demons from hell."

He sighed. "Whatever you say, then. But you have to go with me now, or they'll destroy you."

My mood could not get any worse. I looked at him and blurted out, "Can you just leave me alone? I’d rather be destroyed by them than follow you back and be destroyed by you once more. Tyler Schuman, it's been so many years. Why won't you let me go? Let's live our own lives. Wouldn’t that be great? Why do you have to appear once again and want to pull me back into the days filled with darkness?"

Tyler looked at me and finally spoke after a long pause, "That's because we share the same fate. We were both abandoned, so only we can ignite each other’s lives."

A sharp pain overcame my chest. It was as if someone had stabbed me, forcefully wiggled the knife several times, and there was blood everywhere. It was a gory sight to behold. 1

All these years, I had been trying my best not to think back on the past. Just when I thought I had forgotten everything, Tyler Schuman not only reappeared in my life but he was also forcing me to relive everything. He was tearing open the wounds that had started healing until they were exposed in the open again. 1

was right, I

was only six months old when I was abandoned in the village dumpster on a cold winter night. The one who abandoned me had no intention for me to

my time to go yet, because among the piles of trash, a crippled woman who was picking up the

she hobbled over and picked me up. This kind person was the mother who brought

mother who carried me home and placed me by the fire for the entire night. She used the money she got from collecting trash to buy milk powder so she could feed me. It was my mother

was brought to the police station. Unfortunately, there were no orphanages in the village. When the village policemen wanted to send m e

my mother's fate t o intertwine for 20

and began working at a little workshop in town so

were hard, but those days were the happiest days of my

worked day and night, her body could not take manual

my mother agreed to raise the workshop supplier's illegitimate son on the condition that the supplier financed my

that from that day onward, my mother had to

while Tyler was 13. When Tyler was brought back, I was happy, thinking that I had gotten

know, that was the beginning of