The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Stella.

Ever since Stella had defeated Harry, her name had exploded across the globe.

Rumor had it she was now set to represent the Novaris region in the upcoming competition.

She was already the hot favorite, the one everyone whispered about as the likely champion.

So it was only natural that, when she walked into the arena, all the other competitors paid attention.

But what wasn't natural-what made Abby uneasy-was the way they stared.

The looks weren't just unfriendly; they brimmed with something else. Not jealousy, but a cold, dismissive contempt that was impossible to pin down.

Abby leaned in and whispered, "Star, why is everyone looking at us like that? Did we do something to offend them?"

kind of aura Stella carried. Even if they were jealous, that would've

but her expression remained calm. She seemed

it," she said quietly. "Let's go

nerves eased—at least a little. But

and frowned. The atmosphere felt like a young deer wandering into a pack of wolves-one wrong move, and she'd be torn

was unshaken. She acted as if

the desk shot Stella a look that

politely asked about the competition venue, then set off with Abby to scout it out-better to be prepared than scramble around

her face serene, shutting out the negativity as if it couldn't touch her at

as they made their way down the hallway,

three were unmistakably of East Asian

I help you?" Stella asked, her

with bleached blonde hair sneered, "Well, if it isn't the homewrecker's daughter. You've got some

hair dyed a deep wine red, scoffed, "You really think someone like you has the right to compete against our goddess Aurora? Let me tell you, this year's crown belongs to her. Don't

jet-black hair, spat, "Illegitimate spawn like you don't belong here.