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!"

helicopter began to lift off,

the noise of the helicopter drowned out the sound of the

eyes widened

gaze was fixated

on the Kridor battlefield surged back into her mind. Her heart raced and her body trembled, but driven by a fierce desire to escape, she

Bang! Bang! Bang!

in

at the helicopter's fuselage. Alarms and error messages blinked urgently on

roared in frustration, pounding on

slowed to a stop, and everything fell silent. Only the roar of the waves remained, mocking

despair. He glared bitterly at Jace who

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

open the helicopter door,