The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Steven even prepared himself for the worst-case scenario.

He would not turn his back on Amelia, even if she was no longer a virgin. He made up his mind that Amelia was the only woman for him. Regardless of what happened, Amelia was perfect and pure to him.

Bella cussed as regret washed over her. "That animal! Had I known of his intentions toward Amelia, I would've left him dead on the surgical table."

"I assigned my men to apprehend Charles' associates covertly."

Justin sprung to action. "Charles is limp. He can't do this on his own. I'm sure his minions would know what is going on."

A light flickered in a flash.

No one saw how Asher drew his dagger.

His gaze was chilling. "My blade hasn't seen blood in a long time. Charles is asking for it. Who am I to deny Charles' punishment?"

Charles carried Amelia, who was not in the right state of mind, into a guest room.

She was thrown into bed, her mind muddled. She wriggled restlessly and panted with difficulty.

a

licked his lips as his eyes ravished her. He eagerly removed

"Fuck! What the hell?"

problem. He could not get it

heavy breaths, but try as he

even take the right form to begin the rigorous exercise. How was he supposed to live up to his reputation? Amelia would regain consciousness once the drug effect subsided. When that happened, he would be accused of assault

Bella's guts. He believed she must have struck

nail Amelia. This was his

no longer an option,

voluptuous. Even so, Charles could not get it

want

back. Nearly wetting his pants,

"Who's there?"

"Your worst nightmare."

barged into the

it, Justin took strides toward the bed with grimacing eyes and grabbed Charles by the hair

Let go, bastard!" Charles