Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena dashed into the guest bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it with swift precision.

It wasn't long before Everett came storming after her, pounding on the door in frustration. "Selena, get out here!"

Selena just chuckled to herself. She wasn't naive. Who knew what could happen if she stepped out now? Everett had no sense of self-control; his feelings for Margot wouldn't stop him from crossing a line.

For Selena though, love and intimacy were intertwined. She'd only get close to someone she truly cared about; otherwise, she just wasn't interested.

Even though the guest bed couldn't compare to the master bedroom's comforts, Selena made herself comfortable. She realized she needed to curb her spoiled habits, especially with a possible divorce looming ahead. Sooner or later, she'd have to get back to a normal life.

Everett stood outside the door, his face a mask of irritation, as he listened to the quiet inside. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

You couldn't wake someone pretending to sleep, after all. Eventually, he kicked the door in anger.

Back in the master bedroom, Everett lay down, trying to force himself to sleep. As the minutes ticked by, sleep eluded him, his mind spinning with thoughts of Selena and her infuriating antics.

A few minutes later, he shot upright, looking down at the problem at hand.

Damn it!

into the bathroom, turning

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up feeling refreshed and in great

front of the mirror tying

reflection, she saw his icy glare, and for someone who usually slept like

eyes bored into hers,

knew exactly what his expression meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit

that they'd been on the

"What do

his voice was

arms around him from behind. "As

Everett off guard. Was she finally

played at

Since she seemed to be admitting her mistake, he could be

her head as he leaned in for

away, teasing, "Not so fast, that's gonna cost