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.

leaned listlessly against the head of the bed and stared at the delicate features

what seemed like relief and happiness graced the corners of his cracked and

part with her. Countless other emotions

all of my doubts into trust?

tip of Bella's dainty nose as he chanted a love song he was

and every note he

could not hear

going to be his last

Christopher leaned over and pecked a kiss

address

reason, he could not bring himself to

that despite the wedding and having spent the night in the same bed,

he was nearing his end and did not want

knock on the

Iverson, it's time for you to take

as the 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