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!"

to lift off, three gunshots rang out

drowned out the sound of the gunfire. However, one bullet whizzed

Christopher's eyes widened in

was fixated on the

heart raced and her body trembled, but driven by a

Bang! Bang! Bang!

gunshots fired in quick succession,

helicopter's fuselage. Alarms and error

Bastard!" Bella roared in frustration, pounding on

silent. Only the roar of

bitterly at

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

open the helicopter door,