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.

she couldn't promise

until now, she had never disliked him. She never minded when he got close, never felt

wasn't just his looks or the way he fit

try to control her

Their souls just... clicked.

with the Hawke family, he did help

and evidence she could never have dug up herself, including

him she hated people stepping in for her, that she

he never got involved with her Hawke family

influence behind the scenes-mostly to help clean up the gossip swirling

He was surprisingly easygoing.

people who

knew herself well

kind of intensity made her especially resistant to anyone trying to control

feelings

he never used his

position, he easily dug up her past, even figured out

even guessed the

he never brought it up, never pressed her for

that time, Miranda wasn't ready

push him away-she just wasn't

Elian into her heart might've

it's your choice.

No one

then, she realized this was a man who

he carried his own burdens, he'd

looked like a

his soul was vast-like opene Pover wild fields.