Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 885

As dinner unfolded, Breanne couldn't help but catch a snippet of Abraham's conversation with Levi. It seemed Abraham was gearing up to take down Mr. Everett, and once he did, Selena would be his for the taking.

In such a world, where would she, the stand-in, find her place?

She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, completely at a loss.

The next morning.

Breanne woke up first, glancing over to see Abraham asleep beside her, though he kept a deliberate distance. She vaguely remembered how no matter the intimacy they shared at night, Abraham never stayed close afterward. To him, she was merely an accessory.

Once upon a time, just being near him was enough for her. But people always want more, don't they?

Over the years, she'd fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably.

Quietly, she edged closer, nestling against him, pretending he was the partner she yearned for, indulging in her little fantasy.

She savored every second of that fleeting warmth.

Then, without warning, a wave of nausea crashed over her. Breanne's face shifted as she clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately trying not to disturb him. She slipped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.

Bent over the toilet, she retched uncontrollably.

With nothing in her stomach after a long night, only bitter bile came up.

caught her breath, leaning heavily

questioning what was happening to her. Lately, she had been feeling sick to

Could it be?

scrambled up, digging through her makeup bag until

pounding, she waited. Two

wide, unsure if she should feel

had always been clear:

ncies. He was meticulous

time a woman tried him by tampering

it set him

ensure the pregnancy was ended and then handed the

a bargaining chip-her fate

her, gaunt and

thought of it made her shiver

some scheme. She

been seeing

his enthusiasm, precautions were

taken any steps afterward

just play out, never

had Selena, would he perhaps... still keep her