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."

want, I can help you in another way." Justin shook his head in tears and kissed her forehead, nose tip, and

"Justin, you..."

still

palm brushed against her flat stomach, and the warm sensation gave her the

in her throat. Still, she said with

his restraint, Justin could

don't know the extent of the suffering you went through to kneel before the Larsons shouldn't have been Aunt Mila, but me."

Bella whined and knocked his forehead with her finger. "I was still out of it from the surgery. I had no idea what happened. Had I known Aunt

up on Bella. She came off harsh because she cared about Mila. "I know she did it for me, but if it came at the cost of her dignity, I would rather she didn't." Distressed,

not to go through with divorce, but he cast her aside anyway.