The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The air in the room was still.

"Bella."

Clarice heard the name clearly. Alarm bells went off in her mind.

The Boss had promised her that the drug would completely disrupt the emotional system and that it would erase all lingering affection for Bella. He assured her that Justin would no longer feel anything for his former lover.

If that were true, why was he mentioning that woman again?

Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes unfocused. He had always believed that he did not need anyone in his life. Yet, when he absentmindedly called out for Bella, he felt an undeniable emptiness. A hollow space echoed deep inside him, and it refused to be ignored.

He had not yet realized that this echo existed because his heart had never truly forgotten Bella.

thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint,

soft and filled

deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help you. The

her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their breaths mingled, and their

just as he parted his lips to speak, a set of

Arnold's cold

appeared deeply entangled, as though they were about

the blood in his body

amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed to be having trouble with

sneer, and he

and delivered a vicious

side, and a red imprint of Arnold's fingers blossomed on