The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"It seems that Bella's disappearance was because of that phone call." Ralph's instincts as a detective kicked in as he furrowed his brow to analyze the situation. "But what's strange is that Bella is not the type to act impulsively or recklessly. Even if she left the house and encountered an unexpected situation, she would at least try to find a solution with Camilla. So whoever was on the other end of that call must have somehow manipulated her. They must have offered Bella something she couldn't refuse, forcing her to make this desperate decision." "Strange," Asher said, bing more anxious the more he thought about it. "Christopher and his associates are all in Sentania, and all the dangerous people are here. We were on a mission at the church, Camilla was at home, and Edward attended his event safely. What could possibly lure Bella away, risking such danger, besides concerns for her family?" "It's... Christopher!” Justin's face turned ashen as he spoke without hesitation. “Right now, Taylor is dead, and Yvonne has been successfully rescued by Drew. Christopher has no leverage left. His only option would be toe after Bella, find a way to take her, and control her. After all, Bella is the one person he desires most. If he's fleeing for his life, he would give up everything, but he wouldn't leave without Bella!" After Justin spoke, he closed his eyes and winced, struggling to take a deep breath but unable to shake the heartache and pounding in his head.

The others exchanged worried looks. Justin's reasoning made perfect sense, but none of them wanted his words to be true. At that moment, Edward's secretary burst into the room, drenched in sweat. "Mr. President! Something terrible has happened!" Edward tightened his grip around Camilla's trembling waist and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" The secretary spoke nervously, “Earlier today, four hidden bombs exploded at the new museum you attended. The whole place waspletely destroyed, with the damage estimated to be in the billions!" Everyone was shocked. "What?! Bombs?!" Not just one, but four bombs! Camilla, already on the verge of collapse, wentpletely limp in Edward's arms. She clutched his shirt, trembling with fear. "Edward... You were just at that event today. If you had stayed even a moment longer... Just one moment... I would have lost you forever!" "It's terrifying..." Ralph said, his hand pressed to his chest. "Edward, you're so lucky. You got out of there just in tbefore the museum exploded. Even the heavens are on your side!" But Edward was far from thinking about his luck. He quickly asked the secretary, "Were there any casualties?" "Yes... Five security guards were killed in the explosion. Fortunately, you weren't there, and the bombs went off after the museum had closed, so there weren't more casualties. I suspect the terrorists' main goal was to destroy Sentania's iconic building, not to target you specifically..." "No! They were definitely targeting the President!" Justin suddenly sat up straight on the sofa, veins bulging at his temples. "I understand now... I know how Christopher lured Bella away! He planted the bombs at the event venue in advance and called Bella, telling her that if she didn't meet him, he would detonate them, killing her brother-in-law in a sea of fire, taking more lives, and leaving Camilla in eternal grief!" Everyone's hearts sank as if a massive weight had been dropped onto them.

"Bella... Did Bella do this to save me?" Edward's heart ached as he pounded his chest in regret and self-blame. "I was careless! Christopher tricked me, and that's how he found an opportunity!" Camilla was in tears. "Bella... My Bella! It's all my fault!" "Western suburbs..." Justin's eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his fists. He etched this location deep into his mind. "We'll start a full-scale search from there. I won't eat, drink, or sleep until I find my Bella" Off the coast of Sentania, dozens of islands of various sizes dotted the sea. Among them was one island, the furthest from the mainland, often referred to as the "Emerald Island".

It was like a lush green jewel lying on the shimmering blue surface of the ocean, like something out of a dream-mysterious and romantic.

This island had been anonymously purchased by Christopher last year. It was now his private property, renamed "Rose Island". Originally, it was a gift he had prepared for Bella.

But now, this place had be a prison where he would hold the woman he loved most captive.

Even so, Christopher felt satisfied. In his mind, he had simply given her this gift in a more passionate and intense way.

As night fell, stars twinkled over the endless sea.

The room was large and lavishly decorated, with a large bed draped in soft, silky sheets. Bella was curled up on the bed, her dark hair spread out across the pillow as she slept soundly. Sitting beside her, Christopher looked at Bella with deep, affectionate feelings. His trembling fingers could not help but gently run through her soft hair, caressing it lovingly.

With his heart racing, he gently leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

As his cold, quivering lips brushed her skin, tears fell from his eyes, trailing down his pale, refined face. He could taste the saltiness and bitterness on his tongue, but to him, this was the taste of joy. He had lost everything, but he had gained her.

Being by the side of the woman he loved most was worth every sacrifice, even if it meant setting the whole world on fire.

Christopher silently watched Bella's sleeping face for a long, long time. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

It only rang a few times before the call was answered.

Faint sounds of flowing music could be heard from the other side, but the person did not speak. "Sir." In the end, Christopher broke the silence first.

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