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

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

his looks or the way he fit her tastes, though that didn't

her life. He respected her,

Their souls just... clicked.

had trouble with the Hawke

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

hated people stepping in for her, that

involved with her Hawke

the scenes-mostly to help clean up

He was surprisingly easygoing.

people who

knew herself well enough: she was

resistant to

made his feelings clear from the

his affection as

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

probably even guessed the

he never brought it up, never

that time, Miranda wasn't

hate him, didn't push him

finally let Elian into her heart might've been what he

your choice. Your

free. No one

this was a man who would never

own burdens, he'd never shackle

like

soul was vast-like opene Pover wild