The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

'Logical? Logical, his ass!' lan was itching to take a swing at the journalist.

Silence befell the place as the crowd seemed eager to watch what would happen.

The question had been on many journalists' minds, but due to the influence Bella held, they could never ask. Now that someone had stuck his neck out, they did not mind him taking the brunt. Burning with rage, Justin gripped the car handle to get out, but Bella held him from behind.

"Hey! It's chaotic enough as it is. Don't add to it!"

Justin gnashed his teeth, his voice harboring fury. "But he's slandering you."

"So what? It's just sticks and stones. We are grown-ups. Keep it together, Mr. Salvador." Bella scratched his ribs with a pout.

Justin pulled himself together, but he was still seething. "I can't just let it go, though. The reporter might be working for the Iversons."

"So what?"

Bella batted her eyelashes, not at all bothered. "It's over for Charles. We finally sought justice for the girls. I've done what I came here to do. I don't care what those people say."

"Bella, don't make me feel like I'm useless." Justin felt a lump in his throat.

happy when I am

rested on his heaving chest and cupped his

"Pucker up."

his hand along her waist

skipped the mushy scenes in

away, and he

always been capable of intense love and possessiveness. The moment he met her,

"See. You're not useless."

Bella slipped away from his lips. "That is

Meanwhile, tan, a professional

the

had to

and compose himself in the

safely. Justin and Bella gave him

ignore him, Ms. Mead.