The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



"Whoa! Camilla, you're amazing! The women in our family are all incredible!" Axel showered his sister with praise before Bella could even speak. "Ax? You're here too?" Camilla was taken aback.

"Having you, the First Lady, investigate that scoundrel Christopher feels like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

"Don't say that," Camilla replied softly, her voice still as gentle as ever. "I didn't do much. Bella provided me with the clues, and I just followed the trail. It was a small effort on my part. Over the years, Edward and I have been abroad, busy with state affairs. I rarely get to come home and take care of the family or spend time with you all. I'm just glad to help out a little here. It makes me feel like I'm still with you, just like old times."

Both Axel and Bella were touched by her words.

"Camilla, we're really indebted to you this time. Once this matter is resolved, Bella and I will visit you and Edward in Sentania," Justin said warmly.

"Ah, Justin is there too? I always feel reassured when he's around," Camilla said with relief.

Axel, feeling a bit overlooked, grumbled. "Camilla, does that mean you only feel at ease when Justin is around? What about me?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I used to feel at ease with you, but now it's different. You have someone in your heart, Ax." Camilla spoke as only an older sister would, calm and measured, perhaps influenced by years of being by her husband's side in politics. It was easy to forget that she was not yet thirty. "When I was in Botvia, I met Ms. Walker. I could tell you two are deeply in love. I bet it won't be long before she becomes part of the Thompson family."

"Well... Yes, Roza is my beloved." Axel's face turned bright red, glowing with happiness.

"You care for Roza, but you can't be in two places at once. Now that you have someone special, you should focus on her. Naturally, you won't be as attentive to Bella as before," Camilla advised earnestly. "We will always be family, but we can't be there for Bella all her life. Only Justin can walk through life with her." "Camilla..." Bella interlocked her fingers tightly with Justin's.

"Rest assured, I will protect Bella with everything I have," Justin said, pressing his forehead against Bella's.

"I hope once this is all over, you two can finally get married, settle down, and live peacefully. I don't want you getting involved in such dangerous situations anymore," Camilla's tone turned serious. "Christopher practically rules Sentania. He even managed to bribe the previous president. There's nothing he wouldn't do. Edward and I have been quietly battling his influence for years. If it weren't for Edward's high position, he surely would have been killed off quietly."

Bella's intense hatred for Christopher flared up again. "That's why we have to fight him to the end. No matter where he runs, even if it's to the moon, we'll make him pay for his crimes!"

"Even though we've confirmed his presence in Sentania, capturing him won't be easy. He has deep roots there, with many followers protecting him. It'll be hard for you to get close. And since our country doesn't have an extradition treaty with Sentania, even if Ralph sends people over and Edward clears the way for you, there's no guarantee you won't be blocked from all sides."

"We're at the final battle. There's no turning back! Even if it costs me everything. I'll make sure Christopher pays with his life!" Bella's eyes burned with determination.

*

The night was dark and foreboding in Sentania.

Although Christopher had successfully returned to his stronghold, he realized he wasn't out of danger yet. Instead, he had walked into another den of wolves.

This was a hell on earth that he had created with his own hands.

The accumulated stress and the extreme tension of the past few days, coupled with the long-term toll on his health, led to his being hospitalized shortly after returning to Sentania.

The symptoms he experienced in Savrow reappeared-nerve tremors and vomiting blood. Only this time, it was even worse.

Late at night, Christopher curled up under the covers, unable to sleep, drenched in cold sweat, tormented by his illness.

He had taken a box full of different pills, which reacted violently to each other in his stomach, causing him immense pain.

Suddenly, he remembered all the

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times he had caught Grant taking his

medication. He used to regularly

takeĝust as many pills as

Christopher had tonight.

But he had not been able to endure for long before his body began to give out. How had Grant survived years of such torment?

If it had been him, he would have preferred death.

Suddenly, the door to his hospital room opened softly.

Lying on his side, alarm bells rang in his head. He slowly moved his hand below his pillow.

He knew it couldn't be Taylor, as Taylor would have knocked before entering. It could only be someone here to take his life.

The man approached the bed, step by step, drew out a silenced gun from his coat, and aimed it at the figure lying on the bed. Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out!

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A scream pierced the dark night.

The assassin fell to his knees beside the bed, his shoulder and right leg bleeding.

Christopher was already standing on the bed, his shadow looming over the man.

"Mr. Iverson!" Taylor ran in with his men. Seeing that his boss was unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief.

The assassin was quickly apprehended, kneeling before Christopher with a gun to his forehead. "Who sent you? Speak, and I'll let you live."

The assassin, trembling, stammered out a name. It was one of Christopher's own men, someone he had left in charge of while he was away in Savrow.

"I see."

Without further hesitation, Christopher pulled the trigger. The man died with his eyes wide open.

"Clean this up before the sun rises," Christopher ordered, putting on his gold-rimmed glasses with deliberate care. I've only been back a few days, and some people are already itching to take over."