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.

touch

cried out at the top of her lungs. Her fingers trembled as

cut apples with and left in a hurry. She took the chance to swipe the knife and kept it

Though she could still manage small movements, she

had used up

at all, she swore that

upon his eyes as he began to

allowing the tip of

Bella was so astounded that she

"I have a terminal illness, and I am going to die soon. Will you at least offer me some comfort in my

killed so many

deserve sympathy in your final moments? Dream on! The only reason you were in such a rush to hold a wedding is because you found out that your

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

than allow herself to be

he howled with laughter. "But Bella, you of all people should know that I am a twisted man. I am the devil, I can't

knife away in one swift gesture. He seemed completely unfazed even when the blade slashed his chest,

Bella's wrists by pinning them above her head. Then he pressed his lips against hers and suffocated her with his

to devour every part of her and fuse her body into his

to an end, and the first light of

the turbulent waves, drawing closer to