Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

And out of all the comments, the wildest ones definitely came from Jasper Vane.

Jasper must've posted at least a dozen comments by himself.

"What's going on?"

"Is this really your wife?"

"Dude, no way! I thought you lost your wife!"

"@Sebastian-wait, that's not what I meant. I just thought Miranda was with you,

man!"

"Congrats, you two! Wish you all the best..."

Jasper was just there for the drama, stirring the pot for his own amusement.

Compared to him, everyone else's comments seemed pretty normal.

Miranda glanced over them, then closed the app without a second thought. Announcing their relationship never really meant much to her anyway.

But if Elian liked the idea, she was happy to go along with it.

Aside from the people she actually cared about, the opinions of others never really registered for Miranda.

Honestly, she was a little surprised she and Elian had even made it this far.

But hey, if you like someone, there's no point in pretending otherwise.

It wasn't like she was head-over-heels in love with Elian, either.

couldn't promise him

from the first time they met until now, she had never disliked him. She never minded when he

looks or the way he fit her

try to control her life. He

Their souls just... clicked.

in Zephra, when she'd had trouble with the Hawke family,

never took over. Instead, he just gave her what she needed the Hawkes' criminal records, and evidence she could never have dug up

told him she hated people stepping in for her, that she

he never got involved with her Hawke family

his influence behind the scenes-mostly to help

He was surprisingly easygoing.

people who

herself well enough:

intensity made her especially resistant to anyone trying to control her or

made his feelings

his

dug up her past,

the truth about her

up, never

wasn't ready to

him, didn't push

Elian into her heart might've been what he said

it's your

No

realized this was a man who would never use

his own burdens,

looked like

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