The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the morning, a warm glow of sunlight was cast upon the entirety of Rose Island. The shore, filled with fine grains of pure white sand, reflected the sunlight off its surface. Meanwhile, the window of Bella's bedroom was covered with a layer of heavy and velvety curtains. Its fabric was so thick that sunlight could barely penetrate through it.

For someone who had to endure a devastating, grueling experience all night, such a setting was the perfect place to fall asleep until the end of time.

Christopher, on the other hand, managed to wake up very early.

He was jolted awake by a nightmare and woke up drenched in cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes, his complexion was pale and sickly. The first thing he did was to shift his trembling hands to the side to feel for a body.

Soon, his touch reached Bella's soft and supple body. He sighed in relief upon feeling her presence and sat himself upright on the bed.

The bedsheets were sprawled out haphazardly on the bed.

It was not the product of their consummation but Bella's determined and relentless struggle all night.

In the end, Christopher forced himself to suppress his desire and keep away from her.

bed and stared at

graced the corners of his cracked and pale lips. Then he slowly and gently

with her. Countless

to look into those eyes and transform all of my doubts into trust? When can I hold your

dainty nose as he chanted a love song he was familiar

every note he sang was off-key. It

not

this was going to be his last chance

and pecked

he could address

he could not bring

in the same bed, Bella would never truly belong to him, not even for a fleeting

was nearing his end and did not want to spend

the door. The

Iverson, it's time for you to take your

maid approached Christopher, she noticed the hideous knife wound on his chest. She was so terrified by the sight that her eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the tray Mr. Iverson! You're injured! I'll