Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena knew her weak spot all too well-family ties that were destined to hold her back for life. But in a twist of fate, that same weakness was also her shield. She clenched her hand tightly, determined to stand up. Just then, a man's hand gripped hers firmly, stopping her in her tracks. When she looked up, she found Everett staring at her in disbelief, the light in his eyes almost shattered. "Selena, who taught you to behave like this?" he demanded, his anger palpable. His handsome features were stripped of any desire, replaced by a stormy rage that colored his words. "Did you carry on like this in Callum's bed too?"noveldrama

Even though she meant to provoke him, his words still cut deep. Luckily, the blush on her cheeks masked any hint of how pale she felt inside. With a playful toss of her hair, she replied, "Mr. Everett, I'm already here in your bed. Why the act? Aren't I supposed to make you happy?" "I'll pull out all the stops to please you. Otherwise, if you're not satisfied and decide to take it out on my uncle, all my efforts would be for nothing, right?"

After four years of marriage, Selena knew exactly how to charm him-and just as importantly, how to hit him where it hurt. She aimed her words like daggers, striking at his most vulnerable spots, much like a soap opera villain seeking revenge.

And sure enough, she hit the mark. Everett's eyes were blazing, his anger so intense he seemed ready to end it all right then and there. How dare she... How could she treat him like this? He had been loyal to her, while she had flaunted her infidelities, turning him into a laughingstock.

His anger was like a tidal wave. He pinned Selena to the bed, refusing her kisses and touch, even binding her hands with a belt and pushing them above her head. Gone was the gentle Everett; in his place was a man determined to reclaim what was his, to erase any trace of other men from her, to pretend those three missing years never happened. Selena was his, and only his.

Though pain creased Selena's brow,

inside, she felt a sense of satisfaction The agony she felt when Margot sent her those scandalous photos was now Everett's to endure. It wasn't about love anymore; it was about winning this battle of wills. After bottling up her resentment for so long, finally unleashing it felt liberating.

As the man began to strip her clothes away, just when things were about to get serious, Selena let out a soft, deliberate moan. Her voice was gentle and melodic, like a kitten's purr-exactly the kind of sound Everett adored during intimate moments. She propped herself up, leaning on his shoulder, whispering seductively in his ear. She was a woman transformed, taking charge yet yielding.

But the Everett she faced now was different. His body was burning with heat, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Yet, at the last moment, he shoved her away with force.