Cheyenne's heart shattered at the killing intent in his eyes—a wound that could never heal.
"Let go!" she coughed.
He raged like a lion, his icy gaze reflecting her reddening face. Suffocation blurred her vision.
A fierce will to survive surged within her. She lowered her head and bit down hard on his arm, her teeth sinking into his flesh. The taste of blood brought a grim smile to her lips. Tears welled in her eyes.
Kelvin, witnessing this, finally released her, breathing a sigh of relief. He couldn't kill her, no matter how despicable she seemed. He ignored the bleeding wound on his arm, turning to her with a cold announcement: "You may leave. Never set foot in Foley Villa again!"
Finally able to breathe, Cheyenne coughed, her face flushed. She raised her head, slightly embarrassed, and glanced at his tall figure. A single, sparkling tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.
Abbie rushed to Kelvin's side, crying. "Kelvin, your hand! How could she be so cruel?"
"It's okay," he replied.
Cheyenne, observing the scene, responded with extreme composure. "Mr. Foley, since we're divorced, we have nothing to do with each other. Foley Villa is hardly appealing, and there are plenty of handsome men waiting for me elsewhere." She straightened, smiling brightly. Wasn't this what he wanted? she thought. Congratulations on your freedom, Kelvin!
She grabbed her luggage, waving to Abbie. "Miss Berry, thank you for letting me see him clearly. He's not all that. I'm generously giving him to you!"
Kelvin's face darkened. Abbie gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger, forced a smile, and watched Cheyenne leave. Cheyenneyou'll pay for this! she vowed silently.
Carrying her heavy luggage down the stairs, Cheyenne still felt a lingering pain. Reece rushed to her side, quickly hiding a small comb in his pocket.
"Cheyenne, are you okay?" He took her luggage, noticing her red-rimmed eyes. His heart ached. This wasn't the carefree girl he knew.
"I'm fine. Let's go."
"Your neckwas it him? Damn it, I'll get revenge!" Reece seethed, taking a step, then stopping. Cheyenne stood arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face. "Go on, why'd you stop?"
He blushed, touching his nose. "Ican't beat him!"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't claim to know me when we're out; I can't afford the embarrassment!"
The Lawrence Villa sat in Akloit's bustling area, nestled amongst charming smaller villas. Cheyenne dismissed Reece at the entrance, carrying her luggage to the door alone.
"Lady Cheyenne… you're back?" Ewan, a longtime Lawrence family security guard, greeted her joyfully.
"Ewan," she replied, her eyes red-rimmed.
Since her marriage, she rarely returned, except for Christmas.
Before she could fully enter, a sharp voice pierced the air. "Cheyenne, how dare you return? The whole town knows you were dumped by Kelvin! You've shamed our family!"
It was Nora Lawrence, Cheyenne's half-sister.
(The explanation of family relationships follows, significantly improved for clarity and flow.) Nora was only a year younger than Cheyenne, the daughter of George Lawrence and Malaya. Malaya had married George after the death of Cheyenne's mother, Selah, gradually becoming self-serving and favoring her own children, Nora and Sean. George, busy with work, believed Malaya's portrayal of Cheyenne and distanced himself.
Ignoring Nora, Cheyenne poured herself water. "Are you finished? Then leave!"
Nora was furious. "Mom, look at her!"
Malaya, Cheyenne's stepmother, intervened. "Sisters, why are you fighting? Cheyenne's just been divorced." Malaya, though in her forties, appeared much younger due to excellent skincare. Her beauty was evident, explaining how she quickly married George.
Cheyenne offered a cold smile to her stepmother.
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