The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher was not going to touch her at all.

That was because he loved her so much that he was afraid of hurting her. He did not have the heart to do so.

Furthermore, he was just as much aware of how informal and improper the wedding was. It was completely absurd to begin with. However, he could not accept that Bella would not at least go along with the arrangement, knowing that he was nearing his death. He was anguished that she would not do the bare minimum for him.

Bella watched as he removed his shirt and exposed the pale white skin of his chest.

Beads of sweat trickled down his body, which was flushed red from the excitement coursing through his veins.

Her eyes widened in horror while her cheeks flushed red from a mix of horror and embarrassment.

The pain was beyond description. She could feel every pore of her skin and every inch of her nerves burning.

Christopher shifted his bony fingers toward her nightgown and prepared to tear it off.

Just as he was about to do so, he caught a gleam of light reflected off a metallic surface. His breathing stopped in an instant.

Bella produced a sharp knife out of nowhere and pressed it against his chest before he could even react.

She only needed to nudge the blade forward to plunge it into his heart!

"Bella, where did you get this from?' After Christopher recovered from his shock, he smiled gently and seemed bizarrely composed.

to touch me...

at the top of her lungs. Her fingers trembled

forgotten to put away the fruit knife he used to cut apples

her with a small amount of anesthetic. Though she could still

used up all

she

eerily tender look came upon his eyes as he began to lean

slowly pressed down on her, allowing the tip

that she could hardly hold the

the knife. "I have a terminal illness, and

You killed so many innocent people. This is what you

were in such a rush to hold a wedding is because you found out that your location has been exposed and that you can't Keep hiding much longer, will make sure

dramatic fashion, until she realized that Christopher was determined to make her his woman in his final moments.

much rather die than allow herself to

"But Bella, you of all people should know that I am a twisted man. I am the devil, I can't have you, Justin shouldn't think

completely unfazed even when the blade

subdued Bella's wrists by pinning them above her head. Then

he wanted to devour every part of her and fuse her body

and the first light of dawn was

broken through the turbulent waves, drawing closer