The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher's expression grew colder by the second, casting a chilling shadow over the rose garden. The air around them seemed to grow frosty. Bella stared at the pebbles by her feet through tear-soaked lashes before turning her head to look at Jace.

Snap.

Crunch, crunch.

Jace stared at Bella's red and swollen eyes as he took a bite of an apple, chewing noisily.

A powerful surge of emotion ran through her. Her shoulders trembled violently as she summoned all her strength to stand and walk toward him.

With a loud crash, the wheelchair tipped over, sending her tumbling to the ground along with it.

"Bella! Are you okay?!" Christopher rushed to help her up, only to be pushed away in a fit of hysteria.

"I don't need you... I can do it myself!"

her disheveled state, she

presence had sparked an extraordinary willpower within her frail body, allowing her to miraculously overcome the effects of the drug. As he watched the girl stubbornly rise from the ground, Jace

sea, and his favorite food is apples, so

here?" Christopher glared at Jace with

"Just passing through."

rose garden. "The scenery is nice, but somehow, it feels dull." Christopher

Thompson doesn't want to marry you. This

and tossed the core into the rose

he clenched his fists, his knuckles

never speaking more than necessary. Why is it that you have so much

true. But when I see someone

her heart pounding harder. Hugh may not have been as cold and blunt as this, but he was straightforward and genuine, a