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

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

his looks or the way he fit her tastes, though that

try to control her

Their souls just... clicked.

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

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

she hated people stepping in for her, that

never got involved with her Hawke family drama

his influence behind the scenes-mostly to help clean

He was surprisingly easygoing.

people

herself well enough: she

to

made his feelings clear from

his affection as a

her past, even figured out she was hiding a

guessed the truth about

never brought it up, never pressed

that time, Miranda wasn't

didn't hate him, didn't push him away-she just

into her heart

your choice. Your will,

you're free. No one can force

then, she realized this was a man who would never use love

if he carried his own

like a reckless

vast-like opene