Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 462

Her wrist tightened suddenly, the grip so fierce it felt like her bones might just give way. Margot cried out, unable to hold back her scream. "Everett, let go, it hurts..."

In a blink, Everett tossed her aside, his eyelids heavy with the haze of intoxication, yet he spoke with a clarity that cut through, "You're not Selena!"

Margot nearly hit the floor, a cocktail of anger and humiliation swirling inside her. She'd gone so far as to pretend to be that witch Selena, and still, he wouldn't show her the slightest bit of tenderness.

Clenching her teeth, she swallowed her fury and forced a smile, "Everett, I am Selena, your wife. You're just too drunk to see straight..."

This time, she wasn't about to give him a chance to figure things out. She lunged at Everett, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him with abandon.

After all, men were all the same, right? Once they reacted, everything else would fall into place. If she could just get Everett to sleep with her, she'd have every right to demand he take responsibility, and then they'd be together forever!

managed to lift her off by one shoulder and, with zero mercy, tossed her to the floor. Her injured leg smacked against

confused about how he'd ended up here, his handsome face shadowed with a stormy expression,

grew even darker, "Margot, I warned you,

again had left Margot deeply hurt, and yet he stayed as cold as

to Selena? My breasts are bigger, my hips are curvier, and I'm game for anything you want in bed. Why won't you choose me?" "Everett, Selena's already filed for divorce. She's been messing around with other

the bed, looking up at him with a gaze full of desperation and

do too-and more. Look

her blouse, revealing her shoulders and chest, trying to grab his hand to touch her. "Everett, just

with confidence. Over the years, she'd kept herself in top shape, spending a fortune on her looks-face, chest, body-through all

fool, had fallen