Bella’s phone had long since disappeared, and there was no television or computer in the room. She had no idea how many days had passed since she arrived on this isolated island.
The heavy doses of anesthetics injected into her had left her awake but paralyzed from the neck down, rendering her a beautiful yet despairing living corpse.
The luxurious, cold room was suffocatingly silent, so much so that not even the sound of wind or waves could be heard, which showed that the house was a considerable distance from the sea.
This was Christopher’s meticulously crafted prison for her.
Bella’s delicate body lay on the bed, her original clothes long gone, replaced with a thin red lace nightgown, making her appear like a vibrant yet sorrowful rose—alive but slowly withering away.
The nightgown was changed for her by the maids on the island.
Although Christopher was ruthless and brutal to everyone else, he had never physically forced himself on Bella, refraining from taking her by force.
He truly loved her to the core, and he could not bear to see her cry.
Bella lay motionless, staring out the window. The orange-red sunset gradually dimmed, and as the sun set, the color drained from her pale, delicate face, leaving only a heartbreaking pallor.
She closed her swollen, sore eyes, tears welling up, but she bit down hard to stop them from falling.
She did not know how much time had passed when she heard the door open, followed by the familiar sound of cold, steady footsteps approaching.
“Bella, it’s time to eat,” Christopher said softly, carrying a tray to the bedside, his voice gentle. “I made this myself; everything is your favorite.”
Bella turned her pale face away from him.
Though she could not move, every nerve in her body recoiled in disgust and resistance at his presence.
Christopher gazed down at her.
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Christopher grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Just have some soup, okay?” Christopher’s smile was soft as he leaned his forehead against hers, their noses touching.
If one ignored the hatred in her eyes, they might have seemed like a pair of inseparable lovers.
“It’s fish soup. I caught the fish this morning and prepared it fresh. Do you remember when we were kids? You took me to the lake at Yara Park to catch fish. The sight of you in those little red rain boots, wading into the water to catch fish, has been etched in my heart ever since... I’ll never forget it.”
To Bella, his affectionate words only made her stomach churn.
Christopher gently rubbed her cracked lips with his thumb, his heart aching for her. “You must be so thirsty. Let me give you some water first.”
He picked up a cup, placed the rim against her lips, and began to pour water into her mouth.
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson)
This book is best. when will the sequel be?...
I read books occasionally but this story drew me in and I'm lost, it's a great read, a big family and lots of plots, I'm waiting for the next chapters 😀❤️...
Is this book still ongoing or author gave up...
When are more chapters getting posted and when does it end thanks...
I want Bella's brother drew to get Yvonne back also....she needs to be rescued and it would be great if Jace remembers he is hugh Thompson and he has a family who loves and misses him...
I want to find out if Justin and Bella find their way back to love with each other again...
When will you update the book...
Please when will you upload the rest...
When will you update ? I finished 2469. It's terrible to reach the end, sooo long, and no end....
Please upload Chapter 2468 and all other remaining chapter .....