Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

glistening, fixed intently on him. Words weren't needed; everything was said without them.

The man's brow furrowed slightly, his thin lips parting as if to say something. But before he could, Selena's long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down onto the bed. She lay there, silent, her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted, and her eyes, Everett's throat bobbed as he tried to swallow, a sudden laugh escaping him. Leaning down, he gently nibbled on her earlobe, his voice a husky whisper. "Mrs. Bennett, you're a real little temptress, aren't you?"

He forgot about the phone still ringing somewhere in the background, his focus entirely on Selena, pressing against her. Their lips met, tongues dancing, lost in each other's embrace.

Selena responded to his touch while fumbling to turn off his phone, cutting off Margot's incessant attempts to reach him.

Meanwhile, in her apartment, Margot was losing her cool. Unable to get through, she was frantic, hurling things across the room in frustration. The housekeeper tried to calm her but was met with a slap, leaving her speechless.

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Margot had been in a foul mood ever since she heard from Kathlen that Selena was pregnant again, and Everett's announcement on social media that afternoon was the last straw.

For nearly four years, Selena had clung to Everett like an unshakeable shadow, while Margot had been waiting, sacrificing so much, just for a shot at happiness. She had hoped that by getting rid of Selena's first child, Everett would break things off with her, paving the way for Margot to become Mrs. Bennett and bask in his love and wealth.

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Margot couldn't accept this. Everett should have been hers from the start. How dare Selena worm her way in like this?

Determined to win back Everett's heart, Margot believed he couldn't truly be so heartless. The baby and the announcement had to be Selena's doing. She needed Everett to explain himself, to set things straight.

Even though the phone was off, Margot kept calling, stubbornly hoping. In the past, no matter how late, Everett always picked up her calls.

The clock ticked away as the night deepened. Finally, around 2 a.m., someone answered. Margot almost cried out, "Everett, you..."

But before she could finish, a slightly hoarse voice came through, "It's me, Selena."

Margot's eyes widened in disbelief. The voice was lazy, seductive-the voice of someone who had just been with Everett.

So that's why he hadn't picked up,

she realized, her face turning green with jealousy, her features

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contorting in anger. "You... let

to come to the phone right now!"

How could he do this to her?

Selena, wrapped in the sheets and leaning against the headboard, è glanced towards the bathroom and replied in an even more teasing tone, "Ah, he's in the shower. Not exactly available to chat."

Her words, soft yet piercing, cut into Margot's heart like a blade.

Margot screamed, "Shut up, you're lying! You're the one seducing Everett, aren't you? Tell me!"

Selena, calm as ever, even let out a soft laugh, countering with a question, "Does this situation sound familiar?"