Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 299

"Brett, will you be scared if I suddenly disappear?"

"Will you be scared if you lose all contact with me?"

"Will you be scared if the next time I go to the hospital, you receive a death certificate instead of a critical condition notification?"

"And the next time you see me, I'm just a black and white photo?"

"Brett, remember what you said. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together, and never to be parted."

Brett had a long dream where Izabella struggled in a blazing fire. The scorching flames licked at her feet as she writhed in pain on the floor, desperately trying to put out the fire by hitting the glass.

Her ten fingers were stained with blood, and bloody marks were all over the glass, which were traces of Izabella's struggle before she died.

Brett wanted to rush forward to save Izabella, but he couldn't even get close. An invisible barrier held him back, keeping them apart.

In the dream, the heat from the fire blew in his face. He looked up at the sky, which seemed stained with blood. He fell to his knees, weeping sorrowfully, as if he were trying to drain all the tears from his body.

He tried to reach out to grab Izabella, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold her hand. All he could do was watch helplessly as the fire burned her whole body.

Izabella, with hollow eyes and a blank expression, stared at him.

With tears in his eyes, Brett said, "Izabella, please don't leave me. I only want you. You're all I have left, please come back."

The person he didn't cherish, tormented, and once despised. Might have been the one he longed for in his past life, and silently prayed to have again in this life.

But he had her and lost her.

"I always thought you wouldn't leave. You have Niki, and you can't let go of Tiara, you remembered Presley, Amelia, and your brother after recovering your memory. I thought with so many concerns, you wouldn't leave." Brett reached out to her, tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

Izabella curled up in the fire, her lifeless gaze fell on Brett through the glass.

Brett felt heartbroken, unable to express his grief. He felt as if his body was being cut into pieces, the pain causing him to tremble.

He couldn't do anything in reality nor in his dream. Even embracing her seemed like a luxury.

"Izabella, can you talk to me? Please? Even if you scold me, that's okay." Brett said.

Izabella's gaze was hollow. Suddenly, she looked up at him. The fire around them was bright, but it couldn't light up her eyes. Her dark eyes reflected Brett's messed-up look.

She said softly, "Living is good, but because of you, I'm not coming back."

After she ended her words, her body gradually became transparent. She flickered in the fire, as if she would disappear in front of him.

"No!" Brett's eyes widened in horror; as he tried to hold her tight, he only hugged a wisp of air.

He stared at Izabella, who seemed so close yet so far away.