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

the noise of the helicopter drowned out the sound of the gunfire. However, one bullet whizzed past Bella's head, shattering the

Christopher's eyes widened

gaze was fixated on the

battlefield surged back into her mind. Her heart raced and her body trembled, but driven by a fierce desire to escape, she overcame her fear and resolutely pulled

Bang! Bang! Bang!

gunshots fired in quick

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

roared in frustration, pounding

Only the roar of the waves remained, mocking her

glared bitterly at Jace who walked over with

down the helicopter to prevent it from taking off, but a stray bullet could have killed

man yanked open the helicopter door, his stern face