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."

"If there were no typhoon, would you still have stopped me from

gaze darkened as he continued to walk. "I'll let you in on a secret. I came here to ensure you

like her older brother, or perhaps

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

is an order from my boss," Jace said, looking down at her. "Don't be mistaken. Even if the night were clear, I would still have stopped you."

sank,

longer useful, everything he has

everything so precisely manipulating everyone, including Christopher and me,

Bella felt she had never been so close to the

silent. "I advise you to stay away

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