Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena grabbed the document with impatience. "There's nothing I would change..." Her voice trailed off as she scanned the pages, her expression growing serious.

Over the past three years, her uncle had been leveraging her connections to secure projects with Bennett Corporation, raking in a tidy profit each year-enough to keep his family living comfortably. But she hadn't counted on his greed being so insatiable. The document laid out in stark detail how Brook had been cooking the books, skimming off a hefty chunk from each project.

Selena's fist tightened. She couldn't bear the thought of Everett and the rest of the Bennett family looking down on her, which is why she'd always stayed out of the business side of things, blissfully unaware. Sure, she knew her uncle and aunt had their greedy streaks, but she never imagined her uncle would be so bold. The evidence was damning, enough to get him in serious trouble!

Everett lounged back in his chair, casually taking in her reaction before speaking, "I'll give you another chance to rephrase that."

So this was his game plan all along.

Selena shook with anger, swallowing hard. "And if I still say no?"

Everett's brow barely twitched. "Selena, I'm a businessman, not a saint. I've only overlooked your uncle's antics out of respect for our marriage."

"But..." he paused, his eyes taking on a cold sheen, "if we weren't family, as the CEO of Bennett Corporation, I owe it to the shareholders to protect their interests. So don't expect me to be lenient." Lenient? Had he ever shown her any real kindness?

sound so polished. Maybe you missed your true calling. You could go to those talk

our divorce, not an annulment. Why are you so reluctant? Or are you just playing hard to get and trying to stir things up?" Selena said with a sarcastic laugh, "How can you be so

your cousin and uncle to end up behind bars, think carefully before you

next words caught in

to solve anything. Even if Everett's tactics were underhanded, her uncle-had handed him the

exactly where her vulnerabilities lay. Her uncle had been a pillar of

her lip until it turned white, unsure of what to say next.

eyes flicked

unsettling inside him. He'd been more patient

she have

a deep breath, and when she looked at him again,

down, her dark

Bet

"I you want me to keep playing the role of Mrs. Bennett, fine, but we're setting some ground