The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Those sweet nothings that Bella once dreamed of hearing were now a constant reality.

Now, Justin wrapped himself around her day and night, chattering in her ear like a mosquito. To the point where she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, every time he drew close, touched her, and kissed her, her mind lit up like fireworks. Her emotions stirred beyond control as she allowed him to tease and tempt her.

As for her love for him, she did not need to express them in words.

It was all there in her reactions. Her face flushed, her heart raced, or her body yielded to his touch. That said everything.

Bella tried to regain her composure from his overwhelming kisses, playfully grabbed his tie, and teased. "Justin, you used to be so serious. Why do you always look like you're a dog in heat now?" She paused, realizing that might be too harsh to say out loud.

Even if it was true, it was not nice to say it out loud. It was better to spare him some dignity.

However, Justin's breathing grew heavier, a thick desire simmering in his eyes as he caressed the nape of her neck, his forehead resting against her smooth brow.

"Bella, I'm a dog in heat for you."

heart raced, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow as she playfully poked his firm chest. "Stop saying that. Criticizing yourself is like

man swallowed hard and bit gently at her tender, reddened lips. "Today is a rare occasion. The minivan is spacious enough for

for revenge, not to make

a deeper shade of red as she flicked him on the forehead, quickly changing the subject. "By the way, why aren't the Hoffmans here today? Ryan is the company's acting president. Shouldn't he be stepping into events

the spotlight for all the wrong

at least they're aware of

closer, his nose lightly grazing her cheek, the sensation tickling slightly. "Ryan previously mentioned that he despises these events. He'd rather be at home cuddling his lovely wife than watching these doddering old

so tightly these past few days that

a rabbit escaping from its burrow, declaring. "We're sleeping in separate

in separate beds, he almost teared up. He pleaded, "Please don't be so harsh to me,

a knock on

rolled down the car window

Salvador, Young Madam, the arrangements inside

hard work, Mr.

important, so security and patrols will be strict. If people from the Salvador Corporation aren't present today and you show up now, the Iversons might catch on and suspect something. That would complicate our next moves." "Don't