The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

lan inhaled sharply, his hunger from skipping breakfast momentarily satiated by the sudden threat.

"I wouldn't dare... Even though the plane is appealing, I fear I might board it alive but not return the same way!"

"Come on, Justin. No one knows better than us how loyal lan is to you. Are you really getting upset over a plane?"

Bella's slender fingers traced the sharp line of Justin's jaw as her voice playfully lifted and her eyes curved like crescent moons. She looked regal and had an almost queen-like arrogance. "For your birthday this year, I'll get you one that's even better than the Iverson snake's. How about that?"

Damn! One would almost drool with envy!

Purchasing private jets as gifts was expected of the daughter of Hatchbay's wealthiest family.

Justin's eyes widened slightly, and he grabbed her delicate arm firmly, his expression serious. "Bella, I'm your man, but I'm not one to live off a woman. If anyone should be giving gifts, it should be me."

What are you thinking? There's no such thing as 'yours' or 'mine' between us. Money is nothing

domineering declaration from the heiress left Ryan and lan

to rely on anyone financially, but every man

"Bella, you don't have to give me anything else because you've given me plenty. The gifts you gave me back then filled up an entire room. Every time I come home, I go into that room and look over each item many times, touching them over and over

Justin lost Bella, he behaved

would often find himself hanging around in that room, unable to leave, and would sometimes even spend the night there. The ordinarily calm Justin, hidden from the view of

composed, and her hand softly

received from God." Justin reiterated this romantic sentiment, each repetition as heartfelt as

"You silly boy..."

not elaborate. Instead, she opted to replace

I'm just too much of a straightforward guy to understand this kind of romance. But does anyone else think it sounds a little creepy?" Ryan thought of Justin doting