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!"

the helicopter began to lift off,

the

Christopher's eyes widened in terror as he

fixated on the

and her body trembled, but driven by a fierce desire to escape, she

Bang! Bang! Bang!

fired in quick succession, methodically

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

in frustration,

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

despair. He glared bitterly at Jace who walked over with

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

helicopter door, his stern face