The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the quiet of the night, Drew settled down in the guest room while the couple cuddled on their bed.

Justin held Bella in his arms, occasionally kissing her still-warm forehead. Her high fever had subsided a little, and it was not burning anymore.

Bella felt limp and weak, but being in the man's embrace and taken care of made her feel comfortable. Her cheeks were rosy as she whimpered like a kitten.

The sickly beauty looked pitiful, her eyes glistening. It aroused Justin's desire to ravage her.

But Justin would not bully her anymore. The more he loved her, the more he needed to restrain himself.

"Did Drew say anything else to you after that?" Bella could not help worrying. After all, Drew had a sharp tongue that he inherited from Wyatt.

Justin shook his head slightly and tucked her under the blanket. "Rest well. Sleep early and recover soon. We have an early morning the day after."

"Yeah. We need to attend Yasmin's funeral." Bella's heart felt a pang of pain, tears welling in her eyes. "The things that happened recently are too saddening. I hope a tragedy like this will never, ever happen again. I hope everyone can find their happiness."

"We will, Bella. We will." Justin pressed his lips against hers, murmuring hoarsely.

"I saw Drew's repulsive attitude today. It seems like he won't get over it." Bella pouted, feeling a little sullen.

Justin thought for a while and asked softly, "Bella, Madam Sasha... Did she really..."

"Aunt Sasha removed her uterus, but nobody forced her to. She did that willingly."

Suddenly, Bella recalled when she vehemently refused to let Sasha join their family. She lowered her eyes sadly. "No... I forced her. Back then, I said a lot of hurtful words to slander her to prevent her from joining our family, and I looked down on her background. I said she hooked up with Wyatt to climb the social ladder, to use Wyatt's influence to wash away their family's criminal records and have a share in KS Group's assets...

"That was when she removed her uterus, using her actions to prove she did not choose to follow Wyatt because of his money. After that, she cut off all contact with her father and never returned."

Justin listened quietly, feeling a sense of sorrow. At the same time, he raised his hand to rub Bella's hair gently, comforting her silently.

"At this point, I can't say that Aunt I Sasha's choice was right, but I also can't blame or hate her. Like Aunt Mila and Aunt Celeste, Aunt Sasha has been amazing to me, Wyatt, and my siblings."

The corners of Bella's eyes moistened. "So, I thought... I was the unforgivable sinner. Perhaps because of my youthful arrogance and rash words, Aunt Sasha lost her right to become a mother. Now, karma has come for me."

Justin immediately covered her mouth, his chest heaving. He was in so much pain that it felt like a knife had carved a hole in his chest. "Bella, don't say that. It has nothing to do with you. If there is karma, it should come for me instead."NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Bella's warm kiss landed on his palm. "Your 'karma' has already arrived. You will be bound to me for the rest of your life. I'm a difficult woman to please, you know."

It was still a place of indulgence and debauchery in Pivotage at midnight.

In a luxurious private room, Christopher was negotiating a multi-million-dollar deal with a buyer from Terranova.

If they could successfully ship their batch of new products to Terranova and dominate the market there, it could open up new opportunities, and their initial investment would multiply significantly. When demand and supply increased, the profit would be immeasurable.

Christopher clinked glasses with the buyer, switching between languages. He looked graceful and refined.

Whether it was in his nature or acquired after spending time with Grant, there was always a type of bookish demeanor in Christopher.

But such a gentle and calm man did all sorts of inhumane and heinous deeds in the shadows.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Taylor entered and hurriedly walked over to Christopher, whispering in his ear, "Mr. Christopher, someone from the Larson family is here."