Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, two figures were tangled up in a passionate embrace, the silhouette of the man moving rhythmically in the dim light.

In the darkness, his deep growls mingled with her soft moans, filling the room with an intoxicating intimacy.

Selena couldn't quite tell if it was the seductive lace dress she had slipped into or the fact that Everett had been away on business for so long that fueled the fire between them tonight. His embrace was unusually tender, almost as if he truly loved her.

Afterwards, he seemed in high spirits, even carrying her to the bathroom for a playful bath before they returned to bed. Unlike his usual routine, Everett didn't immediately leave. Sensing an opportunity, Selena turned to rest her head on his chest. As she absentmindedly traced circles with her fingertips, she spoke in a husky, post-coital voice, "Honey, we've been married three years now. Grandpa thinks it's about time we start thinking about a baby."

The gentle motion of his hand on her back came to a sudden halt. He looked down at her, and the rare softness in his dark eyes vanished, replaced by his usual coldness and a touch of sarcasm.

"Selena, do you really think you deserve that?"

Those few words shattered the cozy illusion that had enveloped the room, breaking the facade of peace that had lingered for three years. Everett pushed her away, slipped into his robe, tied the belt, and stood by the bed, looking down at her with a disdainful glare. "If you want to keep playing the role of my wife, you'd better behave and stop with those cheap tricks."

Selena's expression turned icy, disbelief evident in her voice. "Hoping for a child with my husband is a cheap trick?"

this clear one last time I'm not having a child. Just give up on that

until her eyes stung. She had expected this answer, but some part of her had still hoped. Even knowing it was humiliating, she had to ask. After a moment,

at an OB-GYN clinic, and the next day she

it instantly-it was Everett. She could recognize that silhouette anywhere. He wanted a

position of

when she was ten, her uncle took her in, treating her like his own. Three years ago, when his business was failing, he was losing weight from stress, and her aunt was constantly hinting at their financial troubles. In desperation, Everett's grandfather

There was no wedding ceremony, and he didn't come

she found

and that she had

and used the marriage to break them apart.

and power. Only she

his heart after

day,