Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 177

Though posed as a question, her words had an undeniable certainty about them. Everett froze, a swirl of emotions flickering through his dark eyes before vanishing entirely. He met Selena's fiery gaze, his lips pressed into a firm, icy line, remaining silent. Because, in truth, he had thought exactly that. The Bennett family wasn't a stranger to arranged marriages. His own parents were part of one. In his generation, he was accomplished and powerful enough not to need such ties to elevate his status. He could have chosen his partner freely.

However, his naturally aloof nature, coupled with witnessing his parents' unhappy union, left him with little appetite for emotional ties. Instead, his ambitions were laser-focused on his career. Marriage was never a priority until three years ago when Josh's declining health pushed him into marrying Selena.

This marriage threw a wrench into his international market expansion plans, and Selena's clingy nature only intensified his annoyance. In his ideal world, his wife wouldn't be a young girl like Selena. He didn't care about her background, but he hoped for someone independent, with her own thoughts and perspectives-not someone whose life revolved solely around her husband.

Ideally, she'd be well-read, able to hold meaningful conversations, and have an appreciation for the arts, as she would represent the Bennett family's image. But Selena didn't fit any of these ideals.

young, beautiful, with flawless skin. She would blush and whimper in bed and only scratch him lightly in protest when pushed-exactly the kind of delicate beauty many men dreamt of. She seemed more suited to be a

his own desires in the process. He didn't care that she didn't meet his initial wife criteria or that she was a trophy wife without ambitions of her own. In fact, he found this setup

as he was settling into this arrangement, she changed unexpectedly-perhaps

control and disliked anything off

a book. Was she truly insightful, or was it a stroke

"Everett, you mocked me for being lazy and useless without a job. Now that I'm working, you're unhappy again. Do you think you can have

credit card. Let's stick to the contract: you pay me, and I work

mine and not a penny more!"

could sustain her. After the harsh realities of marriage, she realized the only reliable