The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

For those who did not know Christopher, it would be impossible to associate him with words as extreme as 'viper', 'beast' or 'demon'.

Bella slowly stepped to his bedside, her eyes cold and scrutinizing as she observed him.

"Bella, I'm sick..." Christopher's reddened eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He could not hold it in any longer and reached out to grab her hand.

Bella did not give him the chance. She immediately stepped out of reach and frowned at him.

"What a shame." She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "You are only sick, not dead."

After a pause, Christopher leaned back against the headboard, his gaze tender and lingering. "Bella, I won't die so easily. If I were to die, I would never be able to see you again."

Bella let out a cold laugh, her fist clenched tightly.

you. All these years, the only thing keeping me alive was you. So,

at him with

about me, you would listen to me. Lay down your weapons

me. It was always about you. The only reason you crawled out of the gutter and rose to your current position was because of your incessant greed that can never be satisfied." Bella's words

considering her with interest. His

happen to you. If that were to ever happen, I would be robbed of the opportunity to catch you with my own hands. I wouldn't be able to see you face justice for all the things you've

Christopher's clammy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled

"Let go of me!"

of his hospital gown slipped, revealing a line of small, bruised needle marks on his arm. While Bella stared, distracted, he pressed

even the law. Only you hold that power." Christopher smiled, his eyes burning with a crazed intensity. "I know killing me is what you've dreamed of. I'm giving you this chance now. Go ahead, stab me wherever you like. As

off his hand, tossed the knife aside, and