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.

Owen Hopkins... All

smiling as he listened to her

can use me as a bargaining chip to give yourself one last chance at escape." Bella's eyes were red

to be with you." Christopher's gaze was thick with greedy

not thinking of dying you're planning how to escape from this island I've prepared for you or how to kill me. Remember, your family is waiting for you to come home, and there's Justin...Would you really leave them behind? If you die,

her brothers, Aunt Mila, and Justin-Bella's eyes turned red and welled up with tears. Her chest rose

small boat adrift in a turbulent sea, on the verge of being

for you. It's my

tensed and clenched her