Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 442

Selena was fuming, her chest rising and falling with barely contained anger. She knew he was a piece of work, but she never imagined just how low he could go. Was locking her up indefinitely his twisted version of punishment for trying to escape?

"What if I refuse to give in, even if it kills me?" she spat, each word forced out through gritted teeth.

Everett paused, his eyes locked onto her fiery gaze. He gently brushed a thumb over her furrowed brow, trying to ease the tension.

His demeanor seemed to have softened, likely content after some physical satisfaction, and his voice took on an unexpected gentleness. But his words were harsh.

"Mrs. Bennett, don't push me. There are things I'd rather not do to you, things you wouldn't want to see. Besides... you wouldn't want your uncle and brother to live in constant fear, would you?" "Or maybe you'd rather have them join you on this lonely island? I wouldn't mind, after all... we're family."

The word 'family' coming from him felt like a cruel joke, leaving Selena feeling as if she'd been plunged into a cold void.

hatred, she was painfully aware of the world's unfairness, a

the worst, his power meant she

only shot at freedom. If she'd succeeded, everything would've been

she was certain he wouldn't give

bitter smile,

conversation drop. Harping on certain issues could strain their

away from outside pressures.

she got used to having him around,

a year or two,

prospects. The Campbell family dynamics weren't any simpler than the Bennett's.

fell silent again, with just the

searching for Selena, his mind was always on high alert, and sleep was rare. Even the slightest noise would jolt him