The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Then let's search! Search for her! Search every single one of them!" Drew wiped his tears fiercely, his eyes extremely red as if bleeding. "I'll inform Declan and have him send as many reinforcements as possible to Sentania!" "I already informed Declan, although I really didn't want to," Asher said, barely smiling. He took a deep breath. "Right now, we need to stabilize the situation at hwhile also using every resource we have to search for Bella. Declan is already on his way to Sentania. He has the authority to mobilize part of his forces." Justin stared at Asher, his dark eyes filled with anxiety and determination. "Declan holds a high position. If he takes action on his own, I fear it might draw criticism and affect his career." "Career, status... What does any of that matter?" Drew's heart ached again, his eyes brimming with tears. "What could be more important than Bella? We'll leave tomorrow... No, we'll leave soon!" "Drew, calm down!" Ralph stepped forward, grabbing Drew's arm. He had always known his brother was impulsive, but he didn't expect him to be this impulsive.

"It's already pitch dark outside; it will only make the search more difficult! Making a move now would be pointless! Besides, Yvonne is still here. She's still weak, and you've finally reunited with her... Even if we need to go, you should stay tonight and spend twith her." When Yvonne was mentioned, Drew fell silent, closing his eyes in guilt and frustration.

"Tomorrow morning, we'll split into three teams and search the southern sea's islands," Justin said, his jaw tight as he turned to Edward. "Edward, I also need you to use all the resources you have to search other areas for Bella's whereabouts. It's crucial to monitor the entire airspace over Sentania to see if any suspicious planes have flown over." "Bella... She willingly walked into Christopher's trap for me." Edward's eyes turned red with pain and guilt. "Justin, don't worry. Even if it costseverything, I will bring Bella back to you!" In the cold, solemn stillness of the Presidential House at dawn, Yvonne finally managed to calm Camilla.

Under the guidance of a doctor, Yvonne gave Camilla ssleeping pills. Only then did the exhausted Camilla fall into a deep sleep.

Back in her room, Yvonne buried her head under the covers, quietly sobbing.

Seeing Drew in such pain and guilt, she felt all his emotions a thousand times over.

Bella had been taken by Christopher, while she and Taylor, who were both supposed to be dead, had merely been decoys, luring everyone away so Christopher could execute his true plan.

Yvonne felt that she should be the one to bear the responsibility.

She was nothing but a cheap imitation of Bella. Because she was saved, the precious Bella was lost...

Yvonne shut her eyes tightly, crying uncontrollably under the covers.

She did not know how long she had been crying when she felt the blanket being lifted, and a strong masculine scent approached. She was soon enveloped in a warm, solid embrace.

Her trembling back pressed against Drew's strong chest.

She could hear his heavy, muffled breathing and felt his arms tightening around her waist as if he were about to break her in half. Drew and Yvonne were both struggling to control their emotions.

Her soft, white nightgown stood out against his dark clothing, creating a captivating, intimate scene.

If Bella had not gone missing, Drew wouldn't have been able to restrain his burning desire in such a situation. He would have long taken the woman he had longed for, day and night. But now, his thoughts were in chaos. His mind was filled with only one thing-finding Bella. His heart was in turmoil, his thoughts jumbled. Everything was a mess.

"Why are you crying? Hmm?" Drew still forced himself to stayposed, kissing away the tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." Yvonne buried her small face in his chest, her voice breaking.

"Don't say that. No one can blmy woman," Drew gentlyforted her, his large hand caressing her neck, gently massaging it. "It was us brothers who were careless.at's our fault." , Yvonne choked up, struggling to speak. "If it weren't for me..." "It has nothing to do with you. Don't think like that," Drew said in a deep, firm voice.

He was terrified that Yvonne would blherself for what happened to Bella, spiraling into endless guilt and self-loathing, eventually doing something beyond his control.

Drew loved Bella, and he loved Yvonne too.

They were two different kinds of love, but both equally intense and irreplaceable.

In the quiet of the night, they embraced in silence, kissing deeply for a long time.

"Drew." Yvonne rested her head on his strong arms, her trembling fingers tracing his handsfeatures.

"Hmm?" Drew's voice was soft, warm, and sensual.

"When Bella is found safe and sound, I want to do something.” Although Drew wanted to say she could do anything she wanted, he was still curious and asked, "What is it?" "I want to have plastic surgery," Yvonne said, her swollen eyes closing slightly, tears welling at the corners. "I want to get my old face back. I want to be myself again..." Drew felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes welling up with tears as he hugged her even tighter.

"Alright, I'll go with you. I'll help you find the Yvonne you used to be."