The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan's face turned pale as cold sweat soaked through his suit upon hearing those words.

Was it possible to forget those unforgettable memories just because she said so?!

Beep-

A piercing horn sounded.

Carrie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned around, only to see bright headlights illuminating her stunned face.

Paul was the first to get out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Gregory, who was dressed in casual home clothes.

It was clear that his sleep had been disrupted.

"Carrie, what did you promise me?"

Standing in the cold light, Gregory said in a somber voice, "Didn't you say you would never see anyone from the Hoffman family again? Why do you always make me worry? Your brother angers me, and now you're disobedient too? Has your brother led you astray?"

The word "brother" felt like a noose tightening around Carrie's neck.

Gregory's words from that night still echoed in her ears.

"Dad, please don't blame Justin! He has worked so hard and has gone through so much. He's sacrificed a lot for his work. Please, don't blame him."

"I don't like disobedient people. Justin is a prime example. In the past, I needed his help to manage the Salvador Corporation, so I tolerated him. That's why he became so disrespectful and arrogant!"

He continued, "But now, your eldest brother's health is improving. Once his condition stabilizes, he'll be able to return to Savrow. At that time, I can have him replace Justin in running the company. If I get rid of that troublemaker, I might get to live a few more years in peace!"

"Dad... Please don't replace Justin! I beg you, please don't replace him!"

"If you comply with my arrangements and marry into the Solloway family, I will consider keeping his position."

"Carrie, come to me," Gregory said as he stretched out his hand to his daughter, his face expressionless.

Carrie looked down as she made her way to her father, her steps slow and heavy.

"Carrie! Come back!" Ryan's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at her retreating figure, but she did not turn back. "Mr. Hoffman, don't you find it degrading to show up at our doorstep in the middle of the night with such a pitiful act?"

Gregory wrapped his daughter in his

arms, his gaze, cold and disdainful. "Carrie is already someone else's fiancée. That brief, shameful affair you had is completely over. If you truly care about Carrie, you should stay away from her. The Hoffman family has already ruined her once. If you keep pestering her, do you want her to never live in peace?"

Ryan's body trembled, and he staggered back a half step.

He watched in despair as they all departed in a grand procession, feeling as if an army was trampling all over his heart. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness rushed through him. He had never experienced such a moment, a feeling that he was truly about to lose Carrie forever...

Justin spent the night with Bella at Yara Park.

During their intimate moment together, Bella's mind was preoccupied with the marriage between Carrie and Jason Solloway, preventing her from fully engaging in their intercourse. However, Justin knew her body so well. His gentle kisses, light nibbles, and the electrifying touch of his calloused hands gliding over her pale, delicate skin turned her on.

His powerful body repeatedly lifted and lowered her body, eliciting a renewed sense of arousal, although her thoughts gradually became hazy.

After their passionate encounter, Bella curled up in Justin's arms and drifted off to sleep.

No matter the time, Justin was always full of energy, never running out of stamina in bed. She matched him so well that each time felt like an addictive high.

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In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

After getting ready, Bella went downstairs with Justin to the living room, where she immediately

noticed Ralph's jacket casually

draped over the back of the sofa.

At that moment, the butler passed by, and she quickly called out, "Has Ralph returned?"

"Yes, Ms. Thompson. Young Master Ralph has returned and is speaking with Madam Mila in the tea room."

Bella and Justin exchanged a look and strolled hand-in-hand toward the tea room.

As they entered, they overheard

Ralph's clear, distinct voice from behind the ornate divider, tinged

with bitterness and hesitation. "It

had known it would turn out this way wouldn't have given up back then. If she has to marry someone like that, I'd rather marry her myself!"