The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Estella’s Fierce Retaliation

A crimson stream trickled steadily from his wounded shoulder.

But Estella showed no sign of stopping. With determined force, she yanked the hairpin free once more and plunged it into him repeatedly—dozens of times without hesitation.

His shoulder was a gruesome sight: torn open, blood mixing with shredded flesh. As he struggled weakly, Estella unleashed a rapid series of sharp slaps across his face, each one echoing with cold fury.

Kevin was caught completely off guard.

He had never imagined that Estella, who appeared so fragile and delicate, could strike with such brutal strength.

The sofa shielded them from the outside view, ensuring their confrontation remained hidden.

No one else in the restaurant suspected that Estella was exacting her revenge on Kevin.

However, the noise drew the attention of a nearby server, who cautiously approached.

Estella turned, positioning herself so that Kevin’s bloodied shoulder was concealed behind her. She fixed the server with a cool, unwavering gaze—the same young woman who had brought their food earlier.

“What’s the matter?” Estella asked, her voice laced with irony. “Never seen anyone get this rough before? Didn’t you know? This is exactly how he likes it—being dominated by me.”

The server froze, caught off guard by Estella’s bluntness. She hadn’t expected the flirtatious prince to be the kind who secretly enjoyed being overpowered by a woman.

A reluctant admiration flickered in her eyes for Estella.

No wonder this prince was so easily manipulated by her.

When Estella finally stopped, she looked down at Kevin, sprawled and defeated, unable to move. A cold, triumphant sneer curved her lips.

She slipped her coat over his face, masking the blood and bruises, then picked up her bag and walked away without glancing back.

In this moment, all Estella felt was gratitude toward Jonathan. He had always encouraged her to train and build strength.

Without his push, she never would have developed the power to stand up like this.

Nearby diners remained oblivious to the violent scene that had just unfolded. When they noticed Kevin lying still as Estella departed, they simply assumed he had failed in some other way.

They whispered and snickered behind cupped hands.

When Kevin finally regained consciousness, he hastily pulled on his jacket, desperate to hide the evidence of his defeat at a woman’s hands.

He covered his wounded shoulder, paid the bill as quickly as possible, and slipped out of the restaurant, driving himself to the hospital for treatment.

As he drove, his phone rang. It was Isabelle.

“Well? Did you manage to get Estella? You’ve always been quick with women. Surely by now you’ve won her over, right?” she teased.

Kevin had never encountered such fierce resistance before. For the first time, he had met his match in Estella.

Grinding his teeth, he swallowed his pride. “Something came up. I didn’t get her.”

Isabelle’s voice dripped with scorn. “You didn’t get her? You? Estella looks so delicate, like a porcelain doll. You could’ve easily pushed her down. Don’t tell me you couldn’t.”

Kevin’s mind flashed back to how fiercely she had fought—how there wasn’t even a hint of weakness in her.

His voice rose with anger. “Don’t rush me. I’ll get her sooner or later.”

Isabelle’s mocking tone didn’t waver. “So you can’t either. Estella’s not easy to win. Even my brother couldn’t, and I thought you, Mr. Chunk, would be different. Guess not.”

Kevin slammed his fist against the steering wheel, barely containing his fury.

“Don’t you dare underestimate me. Give me a month—I’ll have Estella as my girlfriend.”

Once refreshed in fresh pajamas, she sat on her bed, methodically rubbing lotion into her skin.

Her phone lit up with a message.

It was from Isabelle.

Estella glanced at the screen and saw wedding photos of Isabelle and Nathaniel.

Her mind immediately flashed back to the time Nathaniel had forced her into wedding photos.

A wave of bitterness surged through her again.

These people just wouldn’t quit.

Without replying, Estella shut off her phone entirely.

Later that evening, Jonathan called. He had just returned from Green Island and asked if she wanted to have dinner together.

This time, Estella didn’t refuse.

They met at a nearby restaurant.

Jonathan wore a soft gray knit sweater, his calm presence wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Estella asked gently, “Was the trip exhausting?”

He smiled softly. “I’m used to it.”

When Estella’s fork slipped from her hand, Jonathan bent down to pick it up, then signaled a server and politely requested a clean replacement.

The quiet warmth between them was a stark contrast to the earlier storm of violence and humiliation, a small comfort in the night.