Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 503

Selena knew her weak spot all too well-family ties that were destined to hold her back for life. But in a twist of fate, that same weakness was also her shield. She clenched her hand tightly, determined to stand up. Just then, a man's hand gripped hers firmly, stopping her in her tracks. When she looked up, she found Everett staring at her in disbelief, the light in his eyes almost shattered. "Selena, who taught you to behave like this?" he demanded, his anger palpable. His handsome features were stripped of any desire, replaced by a stormy rage that colored his words. "Did you carry on like this in Callum's bed too?"

Even though she meant to provoke him, his words still cut deep. Luckily, the blush on her cheeks masked any hint of how pale she felt inside. With a playful toss of her hair, she replied, "Mr. Everett, I'm already here in your bed. Why the act? Aren't I supposed to make you happy?" "I'll pull out all the stops to please you. Otherwise, if you're not satisfied and decide to take it out on my uncle, all my efforts would be for nothing, right?"

After four years of marriage, Selena knew exactly how to charm him-and just as importantly, how to hit him where it hurt. She aimed her words like daggers, striking at his most vulnerable spots, much like a soap opera villain seeking revenge.

sure enough, she hit the mark. Everett's eyes were blazing, his anger so intense he seemed ready to end it all right then and there. How dare she... How could she treat him

bed, refusing her kisses and touch, even binding her hands with a belt and pushing them above her head. Gone was the gentle Everett; in his place was a man determined to reclaim what was his, to erase any

pain creased Selena's

scandalous photos was now Everett's to endure. It wasn't about love anymore; it was

Selena let out a soft, deliberate moan. Her voice was gentle and melodic, like a kitten's purr-exactly the kind of sound Everett adored during intimate moments. She propped herself up, leaning on

His body was burning with heat, his hands gripping her waist tightly.