Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 285

The video was edited and only five minutes long.

Izabella sat blankly in front of the computer. When the video appeared, her blocked memories leaked out like a flood, overwhelming her entire consciousness in an instant, then slowly turning into pieces of broken ice. They were bright like a cracked mirror, each fragment recording her lost memories.

Those memories were like arrogant demons, howling and competing inside her, trying to hide her most fearful memories. But as the video played, the locks containing these "demons" broke one by one, leaving them exposed and bloody in front of Izabella.

As a gunshot echoed in the video, Izabella's eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She clutched her head tightly and fell screaming from the chair.

"No! Ryker!"

Her brain was feeling like exploding. She held her head tightly, desperately trying to suppress those emerging memories. But it was useless. Those images were clear and cruel, forcing her to confront them directly.

"Don't leave...”

—"Cry Baby, I can't carry you home this time."

—"Bella, I'm not in pain. Don't be sad for me."

—"I'll help you with anything you're scared of, including people."

—"Bella, I'm sorry. Ryker is just a stupid little boy who can't protect you..."

"Ahh!" Izabella cried painfully. After the video finished, the account automatically logged out, and the computer screen went dark. The people in the internet cafe were startled by the sudden scream, and their attention was drawn to the corner filled with crying.

Izabella covered her mouth with her hands, trembling like a bundle. Tears fell one by one, each feeling scalding painful as they dropped onto her hands.

She choked out a whisper: "No wonder I couldn't find you no matter how hard I tried. We're not in the same world anymore."

Blocked memories are terrifying, but not the most painful. What plunged her into despair and struggle was witnessing Ryker's death with her own eyes. She called Brett ten times, but he never answered, and in the end, Ryker's life was lost to this "gamble."

Ryker, who gave her all his cookies and made her donut earrings. The Ryker who promised to protect her forever is now dead, blood-stained and lying right in front of her eyes.

He was still the same little boy who carried her home nineteen years ago, the one who gave her donuts to stop her crying, and died right in front of her when she finally recognized him.

Izabella gasped painfully. The long-healed scars on her body began to ache again, with veins bulging on her neck, and she tore at her hair as she clutched her head.

Her heart was already riddled with holes, and her soul shattered along with it. Izabella wrapped herself in a small box, thinking she could escape the past. But the box was filled with needles, and no matter how she tried to avoid them, they would still pierce her.

The owner of the internet cafe came over after hearing the noise, looked at Izabella who was curled up on the floor, and asked quietly: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Izabella didn't seem to hear him, and her beautiful eyes were like pitch-black abysses, empty and fearful.

The owner reached out to touch her shoulder gently.

At that slight touch, Izabella trembled like a frightened bird, her downcast eyelashes quivering.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" the internet cafe owner asked.

Under the strong stimulation, Izabella briefly shut down her senses. She watched the man's mouth open and close in front of her, but she just couldn't hear his voice clearly.

She leaned against the chair beside her, stumbled, and fell to the ground again. Her hair messily covered her face, making her look like a madwoman.

Her hand was pressed down by the chair, and a large patch of skin swelled, but Izabella didn't seem to feel any pain, as if she had gotten used to it.

She wobbled to her feet and said hoarsely, "He's dead. From the start, I was nothing but a mistake."

She mistakenly thought Brett was the one who saved her when she was eight, and had been worshipping a heartless and ruthless demon as her dream for so many years.