Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena was caught off guard at first, then started struggling fiercely. Everett's grip on her waist was so tight it felt like he might crush her bones. It was a clear warning that he'd make her life hell if she dared to utter even a single word out of line.

But Selena had reached her goal; she stopped fighting and softened, becoming docile. Ten minutes later, amid the amused and knowing glances of the crowd, Everett left the venue with Selena, who was dazed and unsteady on her feet. Derick stayed behind to handle the aftermath. Everett took Selena to the penthouse suite on the top floor, slamming the door behind them. He flung her onto the sofa with a forceful shove, ripped off his tie, and glared at her with fiery eyes. "Selena, do you even know what kind of event we were at today? Is this how you act? Don't forget your place! You should know what is appropriate to say and what isn't!"

Selena glanced at her wrist, now red from his grip, and met his gaze with a calm smile. "Of course, I know how important tonight's dinner was. That's exactly why I wanted to announce our impending divorce to make sure everyone got the message. So certain people can stop pretending they didn't hear it."

Everett laughed in anger. Was she trying to provoke him? Selena ignored his sarcasm and pressed on, "Everett, I've told you countless times that I want a divorce, but you think I'm just being dramatic. Since you chose to ignore me, I had no choice but to make my intentions public."

"You might stop me once, but can you do it repeatedly? You don't want our divorce to become a public spectacle, do you?"

Of course, she was just saying so. Despite her urge to tear him apart, a complete fallout with Everett would do her no good. First, she wouldn't be able to get the divorce smoothly, and second, offending Everett would make life hard for her and her uncle in Newport. After all, tantrums and stubbornness are reserved for those you love, and he no longer fit that role.

As she spoke, a frosty look spread over Everett's handsome face. His lips parted, and each word seemed to be forced out between clenched teeth, "Selena, who gave you the nerve to threaten me?"

that a threat? I'm just discussing the divorce with you in

tired of hearing her harp on about divorce, his anger flaring up. He stopped wasting words, took a few long strides,

and kissed her with a force that was different this time, full of fury, dominance, and a hint of punishment. His hand slid under her clothes, seeking her

hadn't expected him

He had never respected her, which is why he

expression turned dark with disbelief as he stared at

whenever Selena threw a fit, they'd end up making up in bed. Their sex life had always been in

she noticed Everett's expression. It was as if

you. Your kiss makes

words pushed the

bubbling over. Just

eyes sharpened, scrutinizing her.