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 teeth, her fingers digging into the muddy ground. Despite her disheveled state, she

Jace's 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

sea, and his favorite food is apples, so it

here?" Christopher glared at Jace with a hostile

"Just passing through."

to the beautiful rose garden. "The scenery

obvious that Ms. Thompson doesn't want to marry you. This garden full of roses is just a field of

tossed the core into the rose

anger as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the

follow the rules set by the Boss, never speaking more than necessary. Why is it that

that's true. But when I see someone I dislike, I can't help

her heart pounding harder. Hugh may not have been as cold and blunt