The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The golden iris was a symbol of victory.

"Ms. Bella, we still have time. We'll definitely make it to the press conference!" Steven's eyes were resolute as he floored the gas pedal.

"Safety first." Bella's voice was calm, almost soothing. At such a critical moment, she seemed unusually composed. "Amelia is about to give birth, and you're going to be a father soon. Now that you have a wife and child, don't act recklessly like before."

Thinking of his soon-to-be-born first child, a warm smile spread across Steven's happy face.

Bella closed her eyes, her mind racing non-stop.

In fact, she was merely forcing herself to stay sharp at this moment.

Since Yvonne's disappearance, she had not slept well even once. Insomnia had taken its toll, erasing the carefree young woman who could once sleep through anything. That version of her was gone forever.

She had once fought her way out of a pile of corpses and overcome countless difficult challenges.

There was no way she would let herself fail now and lose to Grant!

car approached the toll gate to the Savrow expressway, Bella's phone

unknown caller.

answer calls from unknown

today, a strange feeling tugged at her chest. Her gut told her this call was important, something

ear. "Hello, who is this?" The next moment, her eyes widened, and her

and Asher managed to arrive at

you holding up?" Justin looked at Ian's pale face, his brows furrowing

was hard to tell if he was trying to smile or

his tie. With practiced ease, he

tears welled in his eyes. He

exclaimed, "Mr. Salvador, where did you learn medical skills like this? Your bandaging technique

as a peacekeeper on the battlefield. I learned from the doctors stationed during missions

breath hitched. His lips parted, but he

had warned him, time and again, not to tell Justin the truth-that she was his savior. She did not want his love out of gratitude

past was the

was simply Bella, a woman who loved Justin. Nothing