Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 462

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?"