The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

be in the mood

eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even in front

orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin's

thin lips slightly quivered as he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with love

don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked,

that you don't understand, because

his mother, his hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella,

chest, his deep-set eyes

brutal images of their near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid in his

here was Christopher, the mastermind behind it all, shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and

waist tremble with tension. She felt him

desire to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who were

right time. Indulging in

pay a heavy price for his actions and for him to

a bit cold. Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body

son sheltered her indoors, making her delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far from cold, whether it was during