Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

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!

But once again, she came up short. Even drunk, Everett managed to lift her off by one shoulder and, with zero mercy, tossed her to the floor. Her injured leg smacked against the ground, and she let out a howl of pain.

This mess seemed to shake Everett awake. He sat up, rubbing his temples, confused about how he'd ended up here, his handsome face shadowed with a stormy expression, his presence sharp and intense.

Fragments of memory crowded his mind, and his dark eyes grew even darker, "Margot, I warned you, don't cross the line!"

Being pushed away again and again had left Margot deeply hurt, and yet he stayed as cold as ever, driving her to the edge.

She snapped, "Why am I not good enough? What's wrong with me compared 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 guys while married to you. Why hang onto her?"

Ignoring the pain, she dragged herself over to the bed, looking up at him with a gaze full of desperation and hope.novelbin

"Everett, anything she can do, I can do too-and more. Look at me, touch me!"

With that, she tore open her blouse, revealing her shoulders and chest, trying to grab his hand to touch her. "Everett, just give it a shot with me, even once. You'll see, Selena's nothing special..."

Margot had always been brimming with confidence. Over the years, she'd kept herself in top shape, spending a fortune on her looks-face, chest, body-through all sorts of cosmetic tweaks, always ready to become Mrs. Bennett. Just one chance, and she'd make sure he couldn't forget her.

Even William, that useless fool, had fallen head over heels for her charms.

Everett's gaze swept over her, his dark eyes impossible to read. Then, he reached out towards her.

Margot's heart beat wildly, her body already flushed with excitement, trembling with anticipation.

Tonight, she was going to be his...

But instead, his hand bypassed her face, grabbing a flower vase from the bedside table. With a blank expression, he plucked out the flowers and poured the cold water over Margot's head. "Are you awake now?"

The icy splash hit her like a wake-up call, soaking her hair and face, with water trickling down. Her clothes weren't spared either, leaving her looking like a drowned rat, utterly miserable.