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.

back just to return from Sentania and see you. All these years, the only thing keeping me alive was you.

at him

cared about me, you would listen to me. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately." Christopher's

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

interest. His gaze held a deep admiration

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 done.

struggled to free herself,

"Let go of me!"

a line of small, bruised needle marks on his arm. While Bella stared, distracted, he pressed the hilt of a fruit

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 long as it pleases you, as long as it makes you happy, I don't care what

truly are insane!" She threw off his hand, tossed the knife aside, and left without