The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"The both of you don't need to dwell on the past anymore. He's not right for you. If you hold on, you'll only end up hurting yourself more."

"Declan! Listen to what you just said. Is it even humane?!" Bella's heart convulsed with pain. Her eyes were red and swollen. "Losing my child was a complete accident! I didn't even realize I was pregnant. How could he have known? Besides, it was my decision to keep the miscarriage a secret. It had nothing to do with him! How many times do I have to say it?!"

However, Declan's expression remained unmoved.

"Bella, you're still young. There are so many men in this world who are better than Justin. What Justin gave you, they can give you too. And even if they can't, we can."

"I only want him! Declan... I'm warning you again. Don't stop me. Don't make me hate you!" Bella exclaimed.

She was like a provoked lioness. She gritted her teeth and tried to force her way through, but her slender arms and legs were no match for a soldier.

Declan's tall and sturdy figure hardly moved. His eyes darkened as he reached out his long arms to block her path, swiftly pulling her into his embrace with a strong grip around her slender waist.

The next moment, Bella's vision spun as her feet left the ground, and she was lifted into the air.

matter how she hit and cursed

Put me down this instant! Ahh!" Bella pounded his back with her delicate

yourself." Declan swiftly walked back, his gentle voice deep and soothing.

until the

in a daze and rubbed her

traces of sleepiness were gone in an

around and realized she was in an extremely luxurious presidential suite. If she was not mistaken, this was one of

"Oh no... Drew!"

lifted the covers, only to find her black dress still intact on her body. It seemed Drew hadn't touched her. Her last memory from the night before was frozen like a still frame in a movie, lingering on that ambiguous yet irresistibly

no longer

kind of man are

her thoughts, a knock on

slowly got