The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant's brows tightened, a flicker of astonishment surfacing in his dark, brooding eyes. He had assumed Nigel's sudden appearance in the board meeting and his decision to bring Bella into the fold were calculated moves-a carefully laid trap to force him out of the president's seat.

He had prepared for resistance and crafted a thousand countermeasures. Yet, against all expectations, the transition had been seamless. No obstacles. No opposition.

Gregory was equally stunned, though this outcome was precisely what he had hoped for.

Grant, who stood before him now, was no longer just his son. He was a guillotine, hanging above his head-a silent, ever-present threat. A reminder that the past had not been buried and that his sins were not forgotten.

They lingered, a storm on the horizon, waiting to descend and shatter everything he had built. The hand poised over the trigger belonged to none other than his own son-his most trusted, most valued eldest son.

Gregory's weary eyes followed Grant as he rose gracefully amid the applause. He could hear him speaking, but the words reached his ears in a distant, muted blur.

His gaze drifted to Justin, his younger son. Even in the face of such humiliation, he remained composed, his expression unreadable. He was like the silent depths of the ocean at midnight-concealing the sorrowful tides beneath.

Bitterness surged at the back of Gregory's throat, seeping beneath his tongue, flooding his mouth with its acrid taste.

Gregory knew that his eldest had long since become a devil, and his youngest son was pure-hearted and righteous even though he had suffered years of neglect.

For over 20 years, Gregory had abandoned Justin and left him to shoulder endless grievances alone. But for the sake of the Salvador family, for the sake of his own survival, he had no choice.

"Thank you, Grandpa, Dad, and esteemed board members, for your trust. I will lead the Salvador Corporation to success, secure the A5 project, and prove myself worthy of your expectations."

As his words fell, Grant lifted his gaze, his dark eyes settling on Bella.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the entire room, he strode straight toward her.

felt the weight of

her, so elegantly refined, was a serpent in human skin, a satanic force lurking beneath a

pupils contracted sharply. His gaze remained locked on Bella's stiffened expression. The veins

the Salvador Corporation." Grant's lips curled into

unreadable smile. She reached out and took his

was ice-cold, smooth as

ink,

watching her touch another man made it difficult to breathe. Emotions surged through him, heavy and suffocating, filling every inch

project's competition. That was not just a passing remark, was it?" Grant's tone shifted, businesslike and

lips curled into a blade-sharp smile,

The Thompson family always honors our word. If you have doubts, I can sign a formal pledge, stamp it with

be necessary, because you are Bella. I

Salvador Corporation

I can work

eyes and withdrew her hand,

suite of KS

thighs and lower back were sore from exertion. His fingers pressed against his

room reflected an unmistakable sight. His pale skin was marred by vivid, searing-red traces. His neck,

fingers tangled into

throbbing overtook his head.

"You're awake?"