The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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The hot soup soaked through his suit, scalding him, but Justin barely noticed. He leaned forward, grabbing her delicate wrist and pulling it insistently toward himself. "Letsee. Does it still hurt?" "Let go...!" Bella struggled, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Don't move. You're still injured!" Justin's breathing deepened as his fingers tightened around her slender wrist.

Her tearful eyes glistened as she waved her bandaged hands in front of him. The sight of Bella was pitiful and absurd, yet she carried an inexplicable charm-clumsy, endearing, and heartbreakingly fragile.

Memories of their past flooded Justin's mind. His gaze fixed on her, a storm brewing in his once icy eyes.

In the next instant, his mind turned blank.

His thin, dry lips, parched from too much restraint, suddenly pressed against hers.

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He could feel her soft, trembling lips quivering under his. Their noses brushed against each other, and their breaths intertwined as he kissed her.

His attempt was clumsy and unrefined, showing his inexperience, like a teenager exploring love for the first time.

His teeth grazed her tongue, eliciting a sting, yet she silently accepted it.

Even this awkward kiss ensnared her. She could not help but lean into it willingly. It was as if she drank every bitter medicine in the world just for this single moment of sweetness-even if there were shards of glass hidden in the sugar.

Justin's rich, overpowering masculine scent enveloped her, melting and consuming her.

Suddenly, a sharp, explosive pain shot through Justin's temple, plunging his vision into a momentary haze. He was forced to pull back.

Bella stared at him, her face blank with surprise. Her lips, now kissed into a dewy sheen, trembled slightly, while her almond- shaped eyes glistened like pools of water.

Justin felt as if countless demons clawed and shrieked within his mind. He bit down hard on his tongue, the sharp pain anchoring him. Only when he was on the brink of severing his own tongue did the torment subside enough for him to regain control.

With immense effort, he suppressed the beast within, imprisoning it deep inside. Only then could he maintain a semblance of humanity before Bella, rather than a creature spiraling between man and monster without its medicine.

"Don't stay with Grant. Don't see him again... Please?" His voice, hoarse and uneven, broke through the silence as cold sweat beaded on his temple.

"Haven't we already broken up? You were the one who ended it. What right do you have to dictate my choices now?" Bella's voice sharpened, and her eyes reddened as she deliberately provoked him.

She tilted her head, her smile tinged with mockery. "What's wrong? Can't bear to see what once belonged to you now slipping into someone else's hands? Is it jealousy? Regret? Or... Do you still have feelings for me?" Justin's lips pressed into a thin line. "We loved each other once. I just don't want to see you hurt again." The trembling in his hand worsened, and he instinctively reached toward the inside pocket of his suit, searching for the pills that were his lifeline.

"I've said what I needed to. Bella, you don't have to listen. But I will never harm you." With that, he turned and strode toward the door.

"What was that just now?" Bella's voice called out suddenly, halting his steps.

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He paused, closing his eyes briefly before replying, "Goodnight.' "Justin, you really know how to torment me," Bella said, her laughter breaking through her tears.

Without looking back, Justin left with purposeful strides.

าวน Bella curled up on the bed, hugging herself tightly as she replayed the kiss in her mind. A wrenching pain gripped her chest. She could not discern whether that kiss stemmed from lingering love or from sprimal instinct buried deep within him-a love so etched into his soul it acted of its own accord. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesLife without love would stretch unbearably long. But love itself was choking.

* At midnight, Grant's private jet landed in the capital city of Sentania.

Accompanied by Clarice and Jace, his luxury car sped through the dark night. The atmosphere inside the car was oppressively silent. Having taken his medication, Grant rested with his eyes closed. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesJace drove in full concentration, while Clarice sat beside him, not daring to make a sound.

Having worked under Grant for so long, she understood the purpose of this trip all too well. She knew exactly who he had traveled such a distance to see. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesThinking of that man, the typically cheerful Grant had turned brooding and uncommunicative.

Tdragged on until the car finally stopped in front of a grand, vintage estate. The building exuded an air of both splendor and mystery.

Clarice leaned forward cautiously, her voice soft and deferential.

"Sir... Sir? We have arrived."

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