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?"

single competitor here who could pull off The Gaze-the kind of aura Stella carried. Even if they were jealous,

calm. She seemed to sense the tension

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

Stella wasn't rattled, and her own nerves eased—at least a little. But the

and entered the hall. He took in the scene and frowned. The atmosphere felt like a young deer wandering into a pack of wolves-one wrong move, and she'd be

as if

the desk shot Stella a look that

with Abby to scout it

her face serene, shutting out the negativity as if it

made their way down the

unmistakably of East Asian descent, and their body language was openly

Stella

hair sneered, "Well, if it isn't the homewrecker's daughter. You've

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

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