Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena couldn't shake the memories of that dimly lit cabin on the yacht. The reckless abandon with which he acted, and how she pushed against him with all her might, hands firmly planted on his chest. Grinding her teeth, she warned, "Everett, if you try anything like that again, I swear I'll..."

Before she could finish, he lifted a strand of her hair with his long fingers, his dark eyes locked onto hers, his voice dripping with a teasing undertone. "Are you still hurting?"

Caught off guard by his sudden question, Selena's cheeks flared with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He hadn't been gentle that day, demanding more than she was ready to give, and after being out of the game for so long, it had inevitably left her sore. Thankfully, the medicine he applied that night worked wonders, and a couple of days' rest did the trick.

But that was not something she planned to discuss. Seeing her silence, Everett didn't push. Instead, he slid his hand down her back, finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down in one swift motion, as if he intended to verify her wellbeing himself. "Everett!" she snapped, grabbing his hand, her lips quivering with indignation. "This is my home. Are you seriously going to pull this nonsense here?"

He raised an eyebrow, playing the innocent card, "Aren't you still my wife? Can't I touch my own wife?"

Selena, maintaining her icy demeanor, ignored his baiting and came straight to the point, "We can either finalize the divorce, or I'll see you in court. We've been apart for over two years, and the court would finalize it anyway!" "Everett, it's been over for us. Does a piece of paper make any difference?"

With trembling fingers, she zipped her dress back up and pushed him aside, stepping back to fix her clothes.

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Everett repeated the word, not with anger, but with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He strolled over to the couch, sat down, and lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, he let the nicotine fill his lungs, then turned his gaze back to her. His posture was relaxed, legs crossed, his face carrying a cool detachment and an

aura of unyielding authority.

He blew out a smoke ring, his voice gravelly, "Selena, if you insist on divorce, so be it. But the kid stays with me."

"The Bennett heir can't be raised outside our family, and certainly not calling another man 'dad."

Selena was rocked by his words. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.

"You...what are you saying? The child isn't..."

"Mine?" Everett finished for her, a wry smile playing on his lips.

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He pulled out his phone, opened the DNA report, and casually tossed it onto the coffee table. "Gift and

Callum have zero biological ties. So if he's not my son, whose is he? Or is there another guy in the picture?"

Selena wavered, unsteady on her feet. Little Mateo had been with Callum since birth, all paperwork identifying Callum as the father, a precaution against future issues. They'deven arranged for fake DNA results if Everett ever investigated. So they didn't fear him discovering the truth about Mateo's parentage.