The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ian watched the faint smirk play on Grant's lips, a slow burn of agony searing through his insides. In his mind, he had already cursed the man with the vilest words he could conjure.

"Think whatever you want." Justin ignored the venom in Grant's gaze, his steps unwavering as he brushed past his elder brother.

"Do you truly believe you have allies on the board?" Grant's laughter rang out, laced with mockery.

Justin halted, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Grandpa is shielding you, but his health is failing. How much longer do you think he can protect you?" Grant adjusted the intricate ruby cufflink on his sleeve, his tone casual yet cutting. "Bella, the woman you so heartlessly abandoned do you really think she'll stand by you without hesitation? That she will never leave your side, as she once did?"

The midday sun bore down, casting stark shadows against Justin's sculpted features. He stood tall, unmoved, yet his heartbeat pounded heavy in his chest, each thud a dull echo of unspoken emotion.

and hoarse. "Even if she no longer trusts or needs me, T believe she can tell right from wrong. She will not stand with wolves or conspire with

strode forward, never once looking

moment later, he sneered. "Fine. Then let's wait and see who Bella

parking lot, Grant sat in the backseat of a sleek luxury car, his deep-set

here is the wine

poured the aerated red wine into a tall glass and handed it over with

as if trying to drown the

your health... It would be best to

the wine in his glass, watching the crimson liquid catch the dim lighting. His voice turned distant.

"Yes, sir."

his chin slightly. "Take me to the police