Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

His tone was like that of a jealous husband. Yet, he seemed to forget that he hadn't even fulfilled the basic duties of one. How could he dare to question her?

Selena placed her jewelry back in its box and grabbed a makeup wipe, gently removing the remnants from her face. With a casual air, she said, "That's none of your business.'

She paused, lifting her gaze to meet the dark, brooding eyes of the man reflected in the mirror. With a smirk, she added, "If you can't stand it, sign the papers and get divorced. That way, you won't have to worry about looking like a fool."

Everett's chest rose and fell, heavy with emotion. The calmer she was, the more it showed she didn't care. There was time when her outbursts were something he could soothe, a puzzle he could solve. But now, she was wrapped in layers of defenses, leaving him with no way in.

Selena finished removing her makeup and stood to head to the bathroom for a shower. But Everett was quick, gripping her shoulder and pressing her gently yet firmly against the vanity. His arms boxed her in, stopping her from leaving.

He looked down at her, eyes filled with a pained intensity. "Selena, please don't say things just to hurt me.noveldrama

"I know there's no one else in your heart. It's always been me, and it always will be."

A moment ago, his temper had flared, but as he calmed, he realized she couldn't have moved on so quickly. She wasn't that kind of woman.

Selena found the situation amusing, and a genuine laugh escaped her lips. She raised a hand, her fingers softly tracing the lines of his handsome face, making his heart skip.

Then, with sudden force, she pushed his face aside. "Everett, you're wrong. From the moment I decided to leave you three years ago, you were out of my heart."

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"I came back because of our child, and I won't deny your recent sweet talk did charm me a bit. But Mr. Everett, m not the same Selena used to be here at your whim, tossed aside when you're done."

"Besides, Mr. Everett, you're quite the charmer. I'm not interested in such ridiculous love. Save your affection for your other conquests!"

As her words hung in the air, Everett wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His hand gripped the back of her neck, and he kissed her with a fierce intensity.

He murmured that he didn't believe her, as if trying to prove something. His lips parted hers, invading her mouth with a passion that suggested she still felt something for him.

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Selena's hand curled into a fist against his chest, but the more she resisted, the deeper his kiss became -domineering, insistent. Just like always.

Yesterday, he had seen her sitting by the window, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. She looked so beautifulso serene. He had wanted to kiss her then, to hold her tight and meld her into his very being. To tell her how much he missed her, how deeply he longed for her

During many nights in Paris, he would replay the memory of her leaving with her suitcase, the elevator doors closing between them. Sleepless nights followed, one after another.

His kiss slowly shifted, his gaze grew darker, his breathing heavier. He buried his face in her soft neck, his hand slipping under her clothes, longing for her touch.

The strength between them was too uneven. Selena stopped trying to push him away, tilting her head slightly as her hand searched the vanity for something.