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... I

were red while she cried out at the top of her lungs. Her

away the fruit knife he used to cut apples with and

small amount of anesthetic. Though she could still manage small movements, she could hardly

gesture alone had used up all her

at all, she swore that she

An eerily tender look came upon his eyes

on her, allowing the tip of the blade to sink into his

so astounded that she could hardly

the knife. "I have a terminal illness, and I am going to die

terrible things... You killed

Dream on! The only reason you were in such a rush to hold a wedding is because you found out that

never planned to confront him directly in such a dramatic fashion, until she realized that Christopher was determined to make

rather die than allow herself to be

howled with laughter. "But Bella, you of all people

He seemed completely unfazed even when the blade slashed his chest, leaving behind

he subdued Bella's wrists by pinning them above her head. Then he pressed his lips

part of her and

the first light of dawn was

broken through the turbulent waves, drawing closer to Rose