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.

before Justin's voice finally broke through, low and hoarse. "Even if she no longer trusts or needs me, T believe she can tell right from

strode forward,

he sneered. "Fine. Then let's wait and see who

the backseat of a sleek luxury car,

here is

poured the aerated red wine into a tall glass

drown the storm brewing in his chest.

please take care of your

the dim lighting. His voice turned distant. "In

"Yes, sir."

his chin slightly. "Take me