The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the quiet of the night, Drew settled down in the guest room while the couple cuddled on their bed.

Justin held Bella in his arms, occasionally kissing her still-warm forehead. Her high fever had subsided a little, and it was not burning anymore.

Bella felt limp and weak, but being in the man's embrace and taken care of made her feel comfortable. Her cheeks were rosy as she whimpered like a kitten.

The sickly beauty looked pitiful, her eyes glistening. It aroused Justin's desire to ravage her.

But Justin would not bully her anymore. The more he loved her, the more he needed to restrain himself.

"Did Drew say anything else to you after that?" Bella could not help worrying. After all, Drew had a sharp tongue that he inherited from Wyatt.

Justin shook his head slightly and tucked her under the blanket. "Rest well. Sleep early and recover soon. We have an early morning the day after."

"Yeah. We need to attend Yasmin's funeral." Bella's heart felt a pang of pain, tears welling in her eyes. "The things that happened recently are too saddening. I hope a tragedy like this will never, ever happen again. I hope everyone can find their happiness."

Bella. We will." Justin pressed his lips

attitude today. It seems like he won't get over

thought for a while and asked softly, "Bella, Madam Sasha...

uterus, but nobody forced her to. She did

let Sasha join their family. She lowered her eyes sadly. "No... I forced her. Back then, I said a lot of hurtful words to slander her to prevent her from joining our

using her actions to prove she did not choose to follow Wyatt because of his money. After

quietly, feeling a sense of sorrow. At the same time, he

right, but I also can't blame or hate her. Like Aunt Mila and Aunt Celeste, Aunt Sasha has been amazing to me, Wyatt, and

the unforgivable sinner. Perhaps because of my youthful arrogance and rash words, Aunt Sasha lost her right to become

mouth, his chest heaving. He was in so much pain that it felt like a knife had carved a hole in his chest. "Bella, don't say that. It has nothing to do with

arrived. You will be bound to me for the rest of your life. I'm a difficult

a place of indulgence and debauchery in

private room, Christopher was negotiating

they could successfully ship their batch of new products to Terranova and dominate the market there, it could open up new opportunities,