The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

As night fell, the wind roared with fury. The black sky loomed oppressively over the tumultuous sea.

On the shores of Rose Island, the waves crashed violently. Bella scrambled onto the helicopter parked on the sand, still wearing the red dress from earlier.

She had regained some of her strength, but she was still in a weakened state. She knew she could not hesitate any longer.

That night, Christopher had not administered more anesthetic. It was her only chance to escape. It had been years since she last piloted a helicopter. Even with only vague memories of how to operate one, she had to try.

Bella climbed into the cockpit, breathing heavily. She performed the necessary steps: fueling, igniting the engine, and engaging the propellers.

"Bella, you can do this. Stay steady... You can make it!" She gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she gripped the control stick.

"Bella!"

Christopher, pale and frantic, ran toward her.

Bella stared at him coldly, her eyes filled with a bone-deep hatred.

"Christopher... Farewell!"

off, three gunshots

of the sea and the noise of the helicopter drowned out the sound of the gunfire. However,

Christopher's eyes widened in terror as he

gaze was fixated on the broken

back into her mind. Her heart raced and her body trembled, but driven by a fierce desire

Bang! Bang! Bang!

fired in quick

strike her. Instead, they were aimed at the helicopter's fuselage. Alarms and error messages blinked urgently on the cockpit screens

it! Bastard!" Bella roared in

everything fell silent. Only the

He glared bitterly at Jace who walked over with an

prevent it from taking off, but a stray bullet could have killed Bella

open the helicopter door, his stern