The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher pulled the woman he had sacrificed everything for into his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious treasure. His sweat-drenched palm pressed against her back, and he clutched her tightly, as though he could merge her into his very soul.

"Christopher... You beast... Let me go..." Bella pleaded. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. Her voice was laced with both anger and vulnerable softness. Despite her anger, her fragile, alluring beauty only fueled Christopher's desire even further.

"Bella, you have no idea how much your current state is really turning me on right now," Christopher said, his voice quivering as he struggled to hold himself back, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His breath was heavy with desire, filling the air around her.

"Bastard..." Bella could do nothing but lay there, powerless in his embrace, tears streaming down her face. Once a proud and unyielding young lady, she now found herself at the mercy of the man she despised most, helpless and despairing, wishing she could simply die.

"Don't be afraid. I only injected you with heavy anesthesia. Once the effects wear off, you'll be fine-it won't harm your body," Christopher's fingers threaded through her silky black hair, caressing it with possessive tenderness. "But that's only if you behave."

"Christopher... You've finally gotten what you wanted... You animal!" Bella's body was tense, her eyes glaring at him angrily. Though she couldn't move, every inch of her body was resisting him.

fallen, the new drug experiment is over, Taylor, Deputy Chief Owen Hopkins... All your so-called loyal followers have either been brought to justice or turned on you... You've already reached a

calm, smiling as he listened

last chance at escape." Bella's eyes were red with fury, but she suddenly laughed bitterly. "Give up on that idea.

you." Christopher's gaze was thick with greedy desire, as

horse. The more I try to tie you down, the more you'll want to break free. So, in that clever little head of yours, you're not thinking of dying you're planning how to escape from this island I've prepared

Aunt Mila, and Justin-Bella's eyes turned red and welled up with tears. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled

tossed about like a small boat adrift in a turbulent sea, on the verge of being consumed by the crashing

especially for you. It's my wedding gift to you," Christopher said

and clenched