Possessiveness. That was the emotion Bella had longed for.

Finally today, he had claimed her exclusively. And simultaneously, she had claimed him.

‘The only and complete thing that is mine in this world.

Bella reached out and caressed Everitt’s cheek. Her chest tightened with overwhelming happiness. A smile spread across her lips.

To think that this man, who at first was so quick to pounce on her, now couldn’t even touch her carelessly as his love grew.

“Are you afraid? That I might break even at this point?”

Everitt gently grasped Bella’s hand that was caressing his cheek.

“I’m afraid this might be a dream.”

“It’s not a dream.”

At that, Everitt slightly turned his head and kissed her palm. When his warm breath touched her palm, it tickled deep inside her chest. Even while kissing her hand, he didn’t take his eyes off hers. Bella felt her breath catch at that gaze.

No, in truth, it didn’t matter what kind of look he had. The pure gaze from when they pledged eternal love earlier today, the expectant boyish look when he opened the door moments ago, or the suddenly transformed sinister look when she called his name. Any look suited him terribly well.

Even the desperate look he showed while by the immobile Bella’s side in her memories now felt endearing.

She couldn’t help but love every expression that appeared in his eyes. Because the person making those expressions was Everitt.

Perhaps, though it wouldn’t happen, even if he showed a look of contempt for her, there would be no escape now. Bella had fallen in love with him.

As Everitt’s kisses moved to the inside of her wrist, Bella slightly lowered her eyes and murmured.

“It’s unfair. How did I end up falling in love with a man who tormented me so?”

Everitt laughed softly. Knowing Bella’s true feelings well, even such small complaints were endearing.

“Then how about taking revenge on me?”

“Revenge?”

“Return to me exactly what I did to you.”

“What nonsense is that?”

Bella laughed, but Everitt, gently stroking with his thumb the spot on her wrist he had just kissed, continued with a surprisingly serious expression.

“I don’t trust myself to maintain my sanity after kissing you. I think it would be better to do it right now.”

His gaze darkened slightly.

“When we first met… I tore your dress on the balcony.”

Looking back, he had been completely insane. He deserved punishment, yet here he was, even marrying her.

As Everitt muttered harsh words under his breath and ran his hand over his face, Bella added teasingly:

“Before that, you spilled champagne.”

“Ah.”

“You made me spill the champagne I was holding, then… grabbed my buttocks and said something nasty, and then tore the front of my dress. It was a precious dress given by the princess!”

“…That’s right.”

Making her spill the champagne wasn’t intentional. But everything else was done exactly as he wanted. How seductive her figure had been through that thin dress, not even properly wearing undergarments.

Of course, there’s no denying he did something unforgivable.

Everitt gave a bitter smile.

“Then let’s start with the champagne.”

Bella was still smiling when Everitt popped open the champagne to celebrate their marriage. She naturally thought it was a joke.

But then Everitt actually poured champagne on his own chest. As the champagne foam gently spilled over his elegant formal attire, Bella quickly grabbed his wrist.

“No, wait… Everitt, wait! Just a moment.”

“I know this won’t erase what I did. But if it eases your mind even a little, there’s no harm in trying.”

Then Everitt took Bella’s hand that was holding his wrist and placed it firmly on his buttocks. As if telling her to touch and knead as much as she wanted. The elastic muscles under his formal trousers seemed to stick to her palm.

“…Everitt!”

Bella exclaimed in surprise and withdrew her hand. Her face was already flushed red. But the man who had offered his buttocks to her palm seemed completely unfazed. Instead, he thr*st his chest forward.

“Now, tear it.”

“Y-your clothes?”

Bella looked at his champagne-soaked chest in confusion, then raised her gaze to his face.

“It may not be clothes prepared by the princess, but it’s a formal attire that’s important to me in its own way… If you tear it, I think it would be even more special.”

He took both her hands and this time brought them to his chest.

“Tear it. Rip it apart. Take revenge for your dress. Punish this shameless man.”

At those encouraging words, Bella finally burst into laughter.

How could this possibly be revenge? But it was fun.

‘Yes, Everitt is right.’

He was the only man Bella had chosen. Now there were no other options, and they had just vowed to spend their lives together.

The things Everitt had done to her wouldn’t be easily forgotten, but if later, when looking back, this moment’s memory would also come to mind, and if it made her smile even once… As he said, there was no harm in trying.

“Then, be prepared. I’m going to return everything you did to me.”

“That’s what I want.”

As Everitt nodded, Bella firmly grasped the fabric of his chest as if she were about to tear at his collar. Then she pulled with all her might in both directions.

“Huh…!”

But no matter how hard she pulled, his formal attire showed no intention of tearing.

“Ah, it’s not working?”

She became flustered. Despite pulling with all her strength, the garment was so sturdy it wouldn’t tear. Of course, it wasn’t a thin shirt but thick formal wear, densely embroidered with gold thread. On top of that, it was soaked with alcohol, so it wouldn’t tear easily. With Bella pulling with both hands, at most the buttonholes stretched a little.

Seeing this, Everitt couldn’t help but chuckle. Bella narrowed her eyes.

“Are you laughing right now?”

“No, no. I’m not laughing. Not laugh…”

Everitt gritted his teeth, trying not to laugh while sucking in air between his teeth.

But how could he help it when his wife was turning red in the face and struggling against his chest, looking so adorably desperate?

“…I’ll help you.”

When Bella couldn’t even manage to tear off a single button, Everitt simply grabbed his clothes with his own hand. Though he didn’t seem to apply much force, the buttons popped off one after another, and the fabric tore, creating a large hole.

Bella gasped with her mouth open. Could it tear that easily?

Everitt tore through several layers of clothing underneath as well, spreading open his collar. Bare skin was revealed through the torn formal wear.

Taking Bella’s hand again and placing it on his bare chest, Everitt whispered softly.

“Next was…”

He had twisted her n*pple hard enough to make her scream while spewing lewd and insulting words. All while piercing her with his cold gaze.

Do the same to him now. Bella bit her lower lip gently as she caressed his chest.

Indeed, it was truly a large and beautiful chest. His thorax was so thick it would take both arms to embrace, and the firm muscles covering it formed beautiful curves that led to his slender waist.

Bella recalled the day he first showed his n*ked body to her.

It was the last day of summer. His eyes had shown fear of losing Bella forever when summer ended. That night when he desperately held her again and again, thinking it might be the last time, while simultaneously being careful not to hurt her anymore.

Instead of tearing her clothes without warning, Everitt had first removed his own clothes in front of Bella. Along with words that she could refuse anytime if she didn’t like it.

Where had that cold gaze gone that always looked down on her so arrogantly? Instead, his eyes seemed to be begging her to choose him. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue from nervousness as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.