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.

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

his power meant she had no choice but to play

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

she was certain he wouldn't give her

a bitter smile,

not to push further, det the conversation drop. Harping on certain issues could strain their already fragile relationship. She was angry

away from outside pressures.

once she embraced motherhood again, and once she got used to having him around, her

a year or two,

After this mess, Gabriel would definitely take a keen interest in his marriage prospects. The Campbell family dynamics weren't any simpler than the

just the sound of

Selena, his mind was always on high alert, and sleep was rare.