The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



The church and its surroundings had been cleared out three days ago. The area was off-limits to the public. Taylor was about to be a groom, but a dark cloud hung over him.

He did not want a wedding at all. He wanted to elope with Yvonne to a faraway place as soon as possible.

The sun shone brightly today, but the air seemed heavy in the church.

The church was packed with Christopher's men. Their faces were as blank as slates, sitting there like lifeless puppets to fill the place for the newlyweds and fulfill their boss' orders.

Yvonne and Taylor were orphans. They had no family or friends.

Their circumstances somehow foretold their future.

The newlyweds were destined for an unblessed union.

Yvonne looked beautiful in a floor-length wedding gown and makeup. However, nothing could hide her haggard and ashen face.

Taylor looked sharp next to her. He stared at her with a loving smile.

Even though everything was a heartless and violent lie, it was true that he would be marrying the woman he had loved for many years.

"Do you take this young lady as your lawfully wedded wife to love and cherish, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as you shall live?" The pastor asked Taylor.

Excited, Taylor held Yvonne's cold hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I do.”

The declaration bore his genuine feelings for Yvonne.

However, Yvonne's eyes were lifeless. She did not even have the mood to keep up with the act.

The pastor turned to the sad bride.

"Do you take this young man as your lawfully wedded husband to lovez and cherish, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as you shall live?"

Taylor looked at her in anticipation.

Time passed.

However, Yvonne's eyes remained vacant. She stood there, frozen in silence.

Those below the podium exchanged glances.

Furrowing his brows, Taylor clenched her fingers and urged, "Say something, Yvonne."

Yvonne's lips quivered as she responded hesitantly, “I—"

A commotion stirred outside the heavy doors.

The heavy doors came crashing down with a loud bang.

With her heart racing, Yvonne looked back.

Drew stood amid the chaotic scene, his face looking arrogant and untamed. He narrowed hisNôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

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ndedly.

His black parka fluttered in the wind, adding to his commanding presence.

When his eyes met those of his loved one, his aggression turned into affection.

Drew looked at Yvonne's tearful

eyes, smiled, and answered

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