The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After settling Mila down, Bella and Justin returned to their room.

Locking the door behind them, Bella was about to voice her concern when Justin held her and sealed her lips. Bella slowly closed her eyes and clung to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. She melted in his arms.

He carefully picked her up as if she would disappear out of his sight.

It was a deep, lingering kiss.

The air was filled with heavy panting and moaning. His breath, his skin beneath his clothes, and his tongue engulfed all of Bella's senses.

When the long kiss nearly drained the air out of Bella's lungs, Justin restrained himself from taking things further and released her.

"I-It's the time of the month. I can't."

blushed and twirled his necktie around her finger. "If you want, I can help you in another way." Justin shook his head in tears

"Justin, you..."

it still

flat stomach, and the warm sensation gave

lump in her throat. Still, she said with a faint smile, "It doesn't. The pain left me

I'm the worst." Despite his restraint, Justin could not stop the tears

know the extent of the suffering you went through to kneel before the Larsons shouldn't have been Aunt

Why should you kneel to them?" Bella whined and knocked his forehead with her finger. "I was still out of it from the surgery. I had no

Bella. She came off harsh because she cared about Mila. "I know she did it for me, but if it came

Bella begged him not to go through with divorce, but he cast her aside