The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"If I can't do it, no one else in this world can." Bella snorted proudly, full of confidence.
"With Asher and I not around to protect you, don't go being all reckless and wild. But also, don't try to handle everything on your
own when things get tough. Make sure to talk to us. Or ask your husband for advice. Let him help you out or take the bullet for
you if needed..."
"Wyatt, Justin's my husband, not a human shield. What do you mean by 'take the bullet'?" Bella pouted in frustration.
However, Justin remained composed, his eyes filled with gentle affection. "Father-in-law, please don't worry. Even if it's a hail of
bullets, I will protect her at all costs."
Bella's eyes welled up, and her heart warmed. She leaned into his embrace, feeling like a drifting boat that had finally found a
permanent, safe harbor.
"Mr. Salvador."
Wyatt suddenly addressed him formally, causing Justin's nerves to tighten. He quickly responded, "Yes, Father-in-law."
"My daughter is still young, impulsive, and often acts without thinking. Please take good care of her and don't let anyone bully
her," Wyatt said, his voice heavy with emotion, almost choking up. Justin's heart surged with emotion as he tightly held Bella's
delicate hand and nodded firmly.
After leaving Wyatt's room, Bella and Justin headed toward their own room.
Within a few steps, Bella threw herself into Justin's embrace, resting her head on his shoulder as she wept softly.
Justin's shirt quickly became soaked with Bella's warm tears. He held her close, his own heart heavy, and gently consoled her.
The once strong-willed young lady now cried easily, but he didn't find it annoying at all. Instead, he wanted to cherish every tear
she shed, wanting to spoil her without any limits. "You're worried about Wyatt, aren't you?" Justin kissed the back of her ear, his
deep, husky voice lingering.
"How can not be... We don't know how long this will take or if he will recover Bella said, her reddened nose brushing against his
neck and her warm breath causing his eyes to glisten.
"He will recover. He definitely will..."

In the dimly lit hallway, they held each other tightly, sharing a deep, tender kiss.
Bella's delicate body trembled slightly in his embrace. Her beautiful eyes were misty as she let out a soft moan, overwhelmed by
the kiss. "Oh heavens..."
Justin's kissing skills were becoming increasingly masterful. He knew exactly how to tease her and arouse her. The mingling of
their lips and tongues created a heady, tingling pleasure that momentarily drove away her inner turmoil.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Bella whispered, her arms around his neck and her eyes and voice tinged with desire.
"Alright."
Justin's eyes darkened with lust. He lifted her effortlessly, continuing to kiss her as he walked forward. However, after just a
couple of steps, they ran into Mila and Sasha, who were hurrying toward them.
"Oh my goodness! God save us! We didn't mean to interrupt!" Mila quickly covered her eyes.
Sasha also covered her eyes, exclaiming, "Ah! I didn't see anything. I'm blind!"
Bella quickly jumped out of Justin's embrace, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Aunt Mila, Aunt Sasha, I'm sorry! It's all my fault.”
Justin wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, his voice low, husky, and seductive. "It's my fault. I couldn't help myself."
Bella wanted to shut his mouth. He was only making it worse!
"Aunt Mila, Aunt Sasha, you came over in such a hurry. Is something wrong?"

"Bella, there's trouble at the door!" Sasha gritted her teeth.