The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher was not going to touch her at all.

That was because he loved her so much that he was afraid of hurting her. He did not have the heart to do so.

Furthermore, he was just as much aware of how informal and improper the wedding was. It waspletely absurd to begin with. However, he could not accept that Bella would not at least go along with the arrangement, knowing that he was nearing his death. He was anguished that she would not do the bare minimum for him.

Bella watched as he removed his shirt and exposed the pale white skin of his chest.

Beads of sweat trickled down his body, which was flushed red from the excitement coursing through his veins.

Her eyes widened in horror while her cheeks flushed red from a mix of horror and embarrassment.

The pain was beyond description. She could feel every pore of her skin and every inch of her nerves burning.

Christopher shifted his bony fingers toward her nightgown and prepared to tear it off.

Just as he was about to do so, he caught a gleam of light reflected off a metallic surface. His breathing stopped in an instant. Bella produced a sharp knife out of nowhere and pressed it against his chest before he could even react.

She only needed to nudge the blade forward to plunge it into his heart! "Bella, where did you get this from?' After Christopher recovered from his shock, he smiled gently and seemed bizarrelyposed. "If you dare to touch me... I will kill you!" Bella's eyes were red while she cried out at the top of her lungs. Her fingers trembled as they tightened around the knife.

The other day, when she went to see Jace, he had otten to put away the fruit knife he used to cut apples with and left in a hurry. She took the chance to swipe the knife and kept it under her pillow the entire time.

Christopher had injected her with a small amount of anesthetic. Though she could still manage small movements, she could hardly exert any strength.

This gesture alone had used up all her strength.

If Christopher touched her at all, she swore that she would kill him.

Christopher grinned. An eerily tender look cupon his eyes as he began to lean forward again.

He slowly pressed down on her, allowing the tip of the blade to sink into his flesh.

"You...?!" Bella was so astounded that she could hardly hold the knife steady.

"Bella, I don't have long to live anyway." Christopher shuddered from the pain while blood slowly streamed from the tip of the knife. "I have a terminal illness, and I am going to die soon. Will you at least offersomefort in my final moments?" "You have done so many terrible things... You killed so many innocent people. This is what you deserve!" She never planned to confront him directly in such a tic fashion, until she realized that Christopher was determined to make her his woman in his final moments.

She belonged to Justin.

She would much rather die than allow herself to be tainted by Christopher.

"Yes, you're right." Christopher suddenly burst out laughing. His haggard and bony features were twisted sadistically as he howled with laughter. "But Bella, you of all people should know that I am a twisted man. I am the devil if I can't have you, Justin shouldn't think about it either!" With that, he snatched the knife away in one swift gesture. He seemedpletely unfazed even when the blade slashed his chest, leaving behind a deep gash.

"Ugh!" Immediately after that, he subdued Bella's wrists by pinning them above her head. Then he pressed his lips against hers and suffocated her with his lustful kisses.

It was as if he wanted to devour every part of her and fuse her body into his forever.

* The night wasing to an end, and the first light of dawn was about to break.

A speedboat had broken through the turbulent waves, drawing closer to Rose Island.

Soon, it docked by the shore.

Justin and Drew hopped off the boat in turn. The suits they wore werepletely soaked with seawater.

Drew was also from a military academy and had a superior physique to show for it. Despite that, the difficult journey on the sea overnight hadpletely drained him. His lips were colorless, and he was shivering from the cold.

He gritted his teeth and observed Justin.

Justin'splexion was pale, but he stood upright like a totem. He stoodpletely unbroken and seemed to defy the conventions of mere mortals.

There was no trace of fatigue or any ounce of hesitation within him.

Drew sighed. He would never consider himself inferior to any man. But now, he had to yield to Justin.

"This is not a small island. It's going to be very hard to scope the area with just the two of us. Do you want to try sneaking inside first?" "No, we're marching right in there." Justin declared with a prating look in his eyes.

Drew was taken aback. "What?" "I caught a figure somewhere in the woods just now. I'm sure someone is going to alert Christopher about our arrival very soon." Justin scanned the vicinity with his eagle eyes. Then he unstrapped the gun at his waist and clenched it tightly. "It's just like you said, both of us cannot possibly scope the entire area. The best way to do this is to be the live bait and draw the viper out of its den!"