The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All around, there were countless sighs.

Bella lifted her long lashes and gazed into Justin's deep, starry eyes. A slight tremble ran through her body as he held her close, and her skin warmed up slowly.

Justin's fiery breath brushed against her nose as he gazed down at her.

He stubbornly intertwined his fingers with hers, elegantly raising his right arm while wrapping his left arm around her waist.

His sweaty palm rested against the curve of her back, separated by a thin layer of silk. His hand moved up and down her back, tracing the alluring curves that excited him. Her body tensed as he elegantly spun her around.

Bella knew how to dance, but at this moment, her entire body felt limp, and her breath quickened as she clumsily followed his steps. Her awkward actions only served to bring a smile to Justin's lips. "What... What are you doing?" she stammered.

"If I don't come, are you going to dance with the wolves?" Justin whispered into her ear, his breath heavy.

Bella bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Am I not dancing with one right

indeed, I am a wolf. One that will eat you." Justin tilted his jaw slightly, his tall figure spinning her around, dominant and effortlessly controlled. "Focus, Bella. You should only look at me." This perfect pair made a striking appearance in the banquet hall, outshining

believed that only Bella was suitable for Justin, and

as if her hair were ready to ignite in flames. Her eyes were blazing

Jr. stopped in his tracks, and his fury reached

can choose Ms. Hoffman. She's a suitable match

rather not dance at all!" Wilson

was suddenly taken away by Justin, leaving Amelia standing alone, feeling somewhat at a

Amelia was left alone, the men's gazes on Amelia became predatory, ready to approach

moment, a figure limped

Charles, the second young master of the Iverson

been quite a while since he last appeared in public. I