Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena tapped her fingers on her phone, curiosity getting the better of her.

It was the latest issue of Ink & Insight, showcasing an exclusive interview with Margot, whose fame had shot through the roof since its release, dominating all the headlines.

Her fans were everywhere, singing her praises and sparking chatter among everyone. A quick scroll through social media showed her interview plastered across the top.

Lately, Selena had been so wrapped up in dealing with Ricky's mess that she had almost missed this.

Thankfully, the editor-in-chief had given her a heads-up, allowing her to brace herself emotionally. So, she felt pretty composed-until she stumbled upon a particular video clip from the interview.

The reporter asked, "Ms. Margot, you've made quite a name for yourself. Can we get a peek into your love life?"

Margot, with a bashful smile, replied, "I knew you wouldn't let me off the hook, but I don't mind sharing-I'm not single."

Intriguingly, the reporter asked, "Such candor! Does this mean there's good news around the corner?"

Margot nodded confidently. "Yes, we've been talking about getting married, probably early next year when spring arrives."

That was just six months away.

phone as memories of Everett forcing himself on her in the bathroom flashed back, making her stomach

to erase his marks, and now, she found herself absentmindedly rubbing the same spot again. Her skin, red and sore from the friction, barely registered as she wrestled with her emotions. Selena dimmed the lights, trying to drift into

[Selena, saw the trending news? You said I'd never get an 'Ink & Insight' interview, but

came another message, a dagger to the heart: [Everett ensures I get whatever I

mistress dreams of flaunting her success in front of the

first, Everett's vile behavior, and now Margot rubbing

slide for the sake

Selena called her back.

as

greeted her with a cool, confident smile. "Margot, you're so desperate for the Mrs. Bennett title. Why hasn't Everett given

en

but quickly snapped back. "He will,

might not be the one. Wait until

grew heavy, her anger audible even over

sense of relief. She hung up, set her phone aside, and no longer needed to coax

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