The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Asher squeezed Justin's shoulder reassuringly. "The Presidential House and the Royal Palace are the safest places in Sentania. Bella's with Camilla. If anything had happened to her, Camilla would've called by now. Try not to worry too much."

Despite his reassuring words, it weighed heavily on him. As Bella's eldest brother, the dull ache in Asher's heart only grew stronger.

Upon hearing this, Ralph quickly dialed their sister's number.

Moments later, his eyes widened in alarm. "Something's off-Camilla is not answering!"

The three men's expressions immediately darkened.

Justin and the others rushed back to the Presidential House as fast as they could.

The moment they entered the courtyard, they noticed something was wrong. The security guards who normally stood watch at the doors were nowhere to be seen.

"Camilla!"

"Bella!"

into the living room, but the scene that greeted them left the three men

curled up on the sofa, her face buried in her hands. Her thin shoulders trembled as if

rushed to her side

hands. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was deathly pale from crying.

happened to Bella? Tell me!" Justin's heart pounded heavily, his voice hoarse with panic. His emotions were on

unshakable and enduring. In the most dangerous moments, he often remained more composed than the average

hint of trouble would turn him into a raging storm-a force that could tear the earth and shatter

being worried, stepped forward and grasped Justin's trembling shoulders.