Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Stella forced a grim smile, her eyes shadowed with disdain. She was well aware of Morgan's true nature.

Morgan was ruthless, lacking any form of a moral compass. If it weren't for Sanders, he'd likely have been six feet under by now.

But, lucky for him, he seemed to always land on his feet.

After shutting the door, Stella lay down, but by midnight, she heard Bonnie's voice outside again.

It seemed Bonnie was back for another round.

After her usual dramatic exit from Morgan's presence, Bonnie would come knocking on Stella's door.

Stella used to ignore her, but this time, she opened the door, greeting her with an icy stare.

"What do you want?"

Bonnie crossed her arms. "I'm starving. Make me something to eat."

"Do it yourself."

"You bitch!"

Bonnie swung at her, but Stella caught the slap with ease.

With a swift kick to the stomach, Stella sent her flying back a few feet.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Landing with a thud, Bonnie was in disbelief. She remembered slapping Stella around, forcing her to bark like a dog. And now, this "bitch" dared to hit her? "You asking for a death wish? You actually dared to hit me?!"

She scrambled up, ready to teach Stella a lesson.

But Stella was quicker, slapping her hard across the face.

The commotion quickly drew Morgan from his bedroom, his hair tousled. "What's going on here?"

"Wh-wh-wh," Bonnie stammered, running into his arms. "Morgan, this bitch dared to hit me."

Morgan's gaze darkened as he saw the mark on her cheek, then turned sharply towards Stella. "You did this?"

"Yes."

"Have you lost your mind? Or do you think becoming my sister means I'll go easy on you? Get on your knees and apologize to Bonnie."

Leaning against the door, Stella smirked. "I won't."

Morgan's lips thinned as he approached, ready to strike.

But Stella called out, and suddenly,

shadows, blocking Morgan's el

advance.

Ds 22 loerged from the

"Sir, she's your sister."

Morgan's expression grew colder, finally understanding Stella's brazenness.

But he wasn't intimidated. Pushing past the bodyguards, he slapped Stella hard. Stella's head turned, blood at the corner of her mouth.

Morgan grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him. "You think I wouldn't lay a hand on you? Everything here will be mine eventually. You're just a rat that crawled out of the sewer.

Don't get too full of youOV

Stella laughed, then bit into his wrist.

Her mouth tasted of blood, and Morgan quickly let go, cursing.

"You bitch!"

He made a move to grab her again, but Stella ducked behind the bodyguards, her expression cold. "Aren't you entertained? Didn't you hear what my dad said tonight?"

The bodyguards stepped forward, shielding her. "Sir, if you make another move, we won't hold back."

Morgan, face set in disbelief, saw his authority wane.

Stella looked at Bonnie, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Throw her out. She's not welcome here anymore."

Morgan's eyes narrowed, fury building. But the bodyguards pushed him back.

"Sir, please, calm down."

"Calm down? This bitch is doing this on purpose!"

Stella yawned. "Out. And don't let her back in."

Morgan roared, "Stella!"

Bonnie,

with rage, trembled as

two boards approached her et

She was supposed to dominate Stella, not lose control.

Damn it, she thought. Just you wait!