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.

the head of the bed and stared at the delicate features

corners of his cracked and pale lips. Then

was reluctant to part with her. Countless

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

grazed against the tip of Bella's dainty nose as he

note

not hear

was going to be his last

Christopher leaned over and pecked

could address her as

he could not bring himself

the same bed,

he was nearing his end and did not

there was a knock on the door. The maid

it's time for you to

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 call