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

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

the way he fit

her life.

Their souls just... clicked.

she'd had trouble with the

her what she needed the Hawkes' criminal records, and evidence she could never have dug up herself, including the proof that Miranda

in for her, that she liked handling

that, he never got involved with her Hawke

his influence behind the scenes-mostly to help

He was surprisingly easygoing.

liked people who

herself well

her especially resistant to anyone trying to control her or

his feelings clear from the

never used his affection as a

he easily dug up her past, even figured out she was

the truth

never brought it up, never pressed her

time, Miranda wasn't ready to

him, didn't push him away-she just wasn't there

let Elian into her heart might've been what he

you do, it's your choice. Your will, your

free. No

was a man who would never

his own burdens, he'd never shackle

looked like a

opene Pover wild fields.