Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 531

Selena couldn't shake the memories of that dimly lit cabin on the yacht. The reckless abandon with which he acted, and how she pushed against him with all her might, hands firmly planted on his chest. Grinding her teeth, she warned, "Everett, if you try anything like that again, I swear I'll..."

Before she could finish, he lifted a strand of her hair with his long fingers, his dark eyes locked onto hers, his voice dripping with a teasing undertone. "Are you still hurting?"

Caught off guard by his sudden question, Selena's cheeks flared with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He hadn't been gentle that day, demanding more than she was ready to give, and after being out of the game for so long, it had inevitably left her sore. Thankfully, the medicine he applied that night worked wonders, and a couple of days' rest did the trick.

But that was not something she planned to discuss. Seeing her silence, Everett didn't push. Instead, he slid his hand down her back, finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down in one swift motion, as if he intended to verify her wellbeing himself. "Everett!" she snapped, grabbing his hand, her lips quivering with indignation. "This is my home. Are you seriously going to pull this nonsense here?"

He raised an eyebrow, playing the innocent card, "Aren't you still my wife? Can't I touch my own wife?"

the point, "We can either finalize the divorce, or I'll see you in court. We've been apart for over two years, and the court would finalize it anyway!" "Everett, it's

up and pushed him aside, stepping back to fix her

"Over?"

didn't reach his eyes. He strolled over to the couch, sat down, and lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, he let the nicotine fill his lungs, then turned his gaze back to her. His posture was relaxed, legs

aura of unyielding authority.

voice gravelly, "Selena, if you

our family, and

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