Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

"So, this little one of mine isn't so precious anymore? What's the point of bringing them into the world if I can't use this to get into the Bennett family?" Margot spat, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Useless thing! I've gone through so much carrying you, and you can't

even help me win Everett over. What good are you?"

Her hand clenched into a fist, poised to strike her own belly.

Wendy, pale and panicked, rushed to intercept her, grabbing Margot's hand just in time. "For crying out loud, you can't take your anger out on the baby!"

This child wasn't just Margot's ace in the hole; it was also her shield. Everett had only agreed to let her be if she took good care of Margot until the baby was born safely. If anything happened to the baby now, Wendy knew her neck was on the line too. The thought made her shudder; she didn't want to meet the same fate as Jimmy.

Seeing Margot still struggling, Wendy quickly shifted to damage control. "Margot, don't lose your cool. Didn't you mention that Mr. Everett isn't exactly keen on having kids? Otherwise, Selena wouldn't have been childless for three years."

"And now that she's expecting, if Mr. Everett was happy about it, wouldn't he have her checked at the best hospital instead of having her sneak off to some clinic in the sticks for a check-up? Doesn't that strike you as odd?" Margot paused, her frenzied demeanor cooling as her eyes narrowed. "Keep talking."

She might be trying to keep it under wraps, but it's only a

factor, and then the little one you're carrying will still be the golden ticket, the sole

caressing her slightly rounded belly. Her

...

her room. She needed space, away from Everett,

and turning, her mind felt like a jumbled mess

headache coming on

up, propped a

videos on her phone, hoping for

full of adorable kids tonight. Little bundles of cuteness kept popping up, making

in particular,