The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Tears filled Bella's eyes as she clutched at Jace's clothing, sobbing uncontrollably. "I miss my father, my brothers, and Justin. Please, let me go home... Please..." Jace listened in silence, his steps steady and resolute.

"Return Bella to me!" Christopher screamed desperately, dropping all pretense as he frantically blocked Jace's path.

"She's not legally your wife yet, so she isn't yours," Jace replied blankly. He looked at Christopher with a hint of derision. "Even if I gave her to you, can your body even handle it?" Christopher's weakened body trembled as he retracted his shaking hand.

Although exhausted and terrified, Bella remained clear-headed. Jace's words carried a hidden meaning. Was Christopher's body truly at its limit?

The sea breeze only grew stronger in the night, howling relentlessly.

Jace held Bella tightly, moving forward steadily. As her sobs subsided, he spoke calmly. "There will be a typhoon tonight."

at the man's jawline. "If there were no typhoon,

let you in on a secret.

mixture of hope and dismay. This man felt like her older brother, or

to the hope that within him, there might still be a trace of the kind and

Jace said, looking down at her. "Don't be mistaken. Even if

sank,

he is no longer useful,

calculated everything so precisely manipulating everyone, including Christopher and me, playing with everything at his whim. Does he know me or even understand me? How did you come to be involved with

hesitation, Bella felt she had never

silent. "I advise you to stay away from the truth. The

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