Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett wasn't in the mood for any nonsense and was just about to hang up when a hunch told him it might be about Selena. Driven by curiosity, he said, "Go on."

Derick swallowed hard before speaking softly, "Mr. Bennett, have you ever heard of the once most promising star in journalism, Reporter S?"

Everett's brow furrowed, a bad feeling creeping in, "Keep talking."

"Your wife is that famous Reporter S, who vanished for three years and just returned to the journalism scene a month ago, causing quite a buzz..."

Derick's voice dropped to nearly a whisper, "The reason Margot couldn't appear on Ink & Insight was because your wife turned her down. When you had me negotiate with the magazine to get Margot on the magazine, it was indirectly... a slap in your wife's face..." He finished his sentence, practically shaking.

Everett hung up the phone. His gaze was dark and distant, only snapping back when the cigarette burned his fingers. The woman he'd been married to for three years wasn't just some empty-headed socialite but a skilled journalist.

No wonder she was so furious earlier. She was adamant about focusing on her career and even brought up Margot.

He hadn't known Selena was the one who rejected Margot's magazine feature. Insulting Selena hadn't been what he intended. But even if he had known, he doubted he would've changed his course of action. Perhaps he would have approached it differently. He still believed that as his wife, the most important thing to Selena should be him, not her career.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Clearly, her heart had strayed, and with her talents, she probably wouldn't be easily swayed back with just sweet talk.

Everett's eyes brightened with the thrill of a challenge, feeling neither angry nor troubled but rather fueled by a natural drive to conquer.

He was never daunted by any challenge. He always got what he wanted.

No matter how many surprises Selena had for him, he was determined to have her willingly in his arms again.

...

The next morning, when Selena opened her eyes, she found herself in Everett's embrace. Feeling numb, she expressionlessly moved his arm from around her waist and started to get up.

The next moment, a warm hand captured her wrist, and with a swift motion, Selena found herself back on the bed, with Everett, who had been asleep, now hovering over her. "Everett... uh..."

His long fingers held her chin, kissing her, swallowing any words of resistance.

He kissed her deeply and skillfully, gradually stealing her breath away. Her limbs went soft, and a haze formed over her eyes.

Just when Selena thought she was

trapped, she realized that Everett's kisses were intense but only lingered on her lips and didn't venture further. Despite that, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

She was confused, but he already let her go, and his fingertips gently traced her flushed lips. He

whispered huskily in her ear, "I want you, but I want you to respond to me like before, to hold me shyly, and

whisper that you want me..."

Everett's voice was magnetic, deliberately low, speaking sweet nothings that no woman could resist.

Selena's ears turned red, and she took deep breaths to steady herself. Then, as coldly as she could, she replied, "Everett, that's not gonna happen!"

The naive and lovelorn Selena had been crushed by his actions.