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.

these years, the

stared at him with

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

was never about 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 sliced through the

head, considering her with interest. His

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 done. I wouldn't be able to avenge all those

could finish, Christopher's clammy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled to free herself,

"Let go of me!"

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

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

hand,