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

She seemed to sense the tension in the

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

eased—at least a little. But the restlessness lingered, fed by the uncertainty of it

He took in the scene and frowned. The atmosphere felt like a young deer wandering into a pack of

She acted as if the stares

the registration. The woman at the desk shot Stella a look that was complicated, as if she wanted to

then set off with Abby to scout it out-better to be prepared than scramble around on the

behind, her face serene, shutting out the negativity as

they made their way down the hallway, three young

at them. All three were unmistakably of East Asian descent, and their body language was

help you?" Stella

if it isn't the homewrecker's daughter. You've

deep wine red, scoffed, "You really think someone like you has the right to compete against our goddess Aurora? Let me tell you, this

spawn like you don't belong