The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin had endured it all night. From the moment he saw Bella with Grant, his soul was suffering from torment.

He recalled faking a smile in front of his brother and saying words he did not mean.

God knew how much he wanted to snatch Bella away and hide her in a secret place so that Grant could not take another glance at her.

Bella was his and his alone.

"No... I'm not thinking about him anymore..." Bella's voice broke under his thrusts, and she cried.

They had been together for a long time and had sex countless times, but not once was Justin so relentless, making her feel aggrieved. "Bella, you're mine... Don't look at him again. You can only look at me!"

When they both reached the peak, Justin scooped up the woman, who had gone soft, and returned to the room.

He wanted to take her again on the bed, but Bella shivered, sobbing as she slapped his face lightly.

"I hate you... I don't want it anymore... You're a bully!"

the jealous and lustful man back to his senses. "Sorry. Sorry, Bella... It's all

regret, as he pulled her into his arms tightly, apologizing over and over

Bella closed her eyes slightly, her fingertips scratching his muscular back, seemingly comforting him. "Justin, don't be afraid... I am yours. I'll

slept deeply, but

it to sunrise, but seeing that Bella had no signs of waking up, he did not dare to

started at 9:00 a.m. and lasted three hours. Justin tried his best to be attentive, but his mind was still

ended, he went to his room and was to find that Bella

overboard the night before, she would still wake up early to exercise, wash up,

sat by the bed. Just as his hand touched her

She was burning!

"Bella? Bella?"

over and quickly touched her forehead when he

It was scorching hot!