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.

forcing himself on her

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.

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

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

front of the wife, hoping to push her to the edge and clear the path for their 'true

was just one disaster after another; first, Everett's vile behavior, and now Margot rubbing

slide for the sake

Selena called her back.

as

her with a cool, confident smile. "Margot, you're so desperate for the Mrs. Bennett title. Why

en

quickly snapped

back against the headboard, a smirk playing on her lips, "There are plenty of socialites after Everett. Without me, you might not be the one.

grew heavy, her anger audible even over the

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

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