The Woman From Hell

"Wandy, only you can calm me down. This time, I'm back for you. Let's relive history together!" Tyler's voice rang behind my head, his tone dark and empty like a demon announcing a death sentence.

I struggled, but I could not wiggle out of his grasp. I was frustrated and snapped, "Tyler Schuman, I'm afraid of you and I hate you, and I’m sure you know that. Why would I ever go back with you?"

"It's okay, I have tons of time. We can start all over again. I can admit that I hurt you when we were younger. But I'll make it up to you now! I'll pamper you like a princess, and whatever you want, I'll give it to you.” His tone was unusually gentle.

"I want my mother, will you be able to give that to me? If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn't have fallen ill and left me so soon." I was crying as I roared my words.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about what happened with Mrs. Lane. I'll repay all the guilt I have about her to you." Tyler gritted his teeth, his tone sure and doubtless.

"I don't want whatever repayment you've been talking about. Tyler, do you remember the sins you’ve committed? Both Cecilia's parents, two vibrant lives gone just like that. If you ever egg me on again, I'll expose everything to the public!"

"Hah, they deserved it." He scoffed. "It's been so long, d o you think it'll still be effective to go to the cops now? Also, as for Cecilia Shane, do you think I would spare her if not for you?"

I was enraged. "If you ever dare lay even a finger on Cecilia, you’ll never hear the end of it from me."

"So, if you want her to live peacefully, you've gotta be a good girl and be obedient to me." He laughed sinisterly and arrogantly.

I panicked. I tried to convince him otherwise. "It wasn’t even their fault! Don’t you feel even a mild sense of guilt after all these years? Cecilia was orphaned and had led such a hard life, all because of you!"

"Guilt? Why should I feel guilty? I lost my home and m y family because of them. Why would they have deserved to stay a happy family?"

Tyler closed in on me, smirking. "I'm adamant about wanting Cecilia Shane to end up like me."

I lowered my head, no longer speaking. I forgot that his stubbornness was beyond salvageable, and his mindset was so twisted it was terrifying. How could h e ever feel remorse, let alone listen to what I had to say?

I tried to wiggle out of his embrace, but there was a huge difference between the strength of a man and a woman. I struggled a few more times, but I was still locked in his grasp.

As I was feeling helpless and anxious, there was a screeching sound of a car’s emergency brakes. I felt a cold gust of wind as a punch landed heavily on Tyler, who was still holding me.

I was then yanked into a firm and warm embrace.

Based on the scent alone, without even having to raise my head, I knew it was Theo who had shown up. I was slightly puzzled. Was he not supposed to be at the hospital right now? Why had he come here?

Instead of being angry that he had been punched, Tyler chuckled as he wiped away the trail of blood at the edge of his mouth with his finger, glanced at it, and licked it with a provocative glint in his eyes, just like a bloodthirsty demon.

Contrary to Tyler's sinisterness, the air around Theo was one of a king up high that was looking down on the world with disdain. Theo gave Tyler a side-eye as h e said coldly, "Wanna fight again?"

"That sounds right up my alley." Tyler refused to back down. He wiped the blood from his mouth once again, his face filling up with malice.

"Take good care of her." Theo pushed me towards Mason, who was standing at the sidelines. Theo's eyes shifted into a somber, penetrating glare.

"When did you get to know him?" Mason stepped forward until he was beside me. He looked at Tyler pointedly. Mason was usually an aloof person, and it was usually impossible to pinpoint what he was

feeling.

"A long time ago. Can you get them to not fight?" I had no mood to converse with him as I looked at Theo worriedly.

Both of them may be as good as each other at full potential, which was made clear from the fight they had before, but things were different now. Theo was hurt, so if they really were to fight, Tyler would have a n upper hand.

"Which one are you worried about?" Mason turned and looked at me with a smile, his expression unusually inquisitive.

I rolled my eyes at him and answered faintly, "This is not a place for fighting."

"Why not? It's an open space, so we don't have to worry about the cops coming." Mason's hand clenched into a fist as he smirked. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I was speechless as I looked at how he was eager to watch the chaos unfold with no intention to get involved. All I could muster was, "Theo, stop fighting. I'm tired, let’s go back."