Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 356

Selena was caught off guard when Everett returned earlier than expected. Her first instinct was to bolt for the door as fast as she could.

Everett couldn't help but smirk, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. He knew Selena couldn't sit still. Now that she was back on her feet after the postpartum period, her adventurous spirit was in full swing again. He stepped out of the car, quickly closing the distance with his long strides, and grabbed her wrist in one swift motion.

Selena fought back, trying to shake him off and even attempting to kick him, completely unconcerned about how she looked. Her kick left two dusty footprints on Everett's suit pants. Under the watchful eyes of onlookers, his patience wore thin. Not wanting to engage in a public scuffle, he hoisted her over his shoulder and marched toward the mansion.

"Everett, you jerk, put me down!" Selena protested, struggling fiercely.

But it seemed she had pushed him too far this time. With a swift smack on her rear, he ordered, "Enough!"

Selena's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was no longer a child, yet he still treated her like one. After how demanding he had been the previous night, she was still sore, and now he showed no mercy. Tears welled up in her eyes, though she couldn't tell if it was from the pain, the humiliation, or pure anger.

Thankfully, the bodyguards had the decency to turn away, sparing her further embarrassment.

Once inside the master bedroom, Everett tossed Selena onto the bed without a hint of gentleness. Leaning over her, he pinned her down, his dark eyes drilling into hers as he demanded, "Where were you trying to run off to, hmm?"

If he hadn't returned when he did, she might have disappeared completely.

Despite her anger, Selena knew she had to keep a cool head. Ignoring him would only make him jump to the worst conclusions, like suspecting she was trying to get birth control.

That would only make him more vigilant.

Masking her emotions, Selena pushed his hand away and looked up at him defiantly. "Everett, I'm not your prisoner. I have the right to go wherever I want! You can't keep me locked up like this!"

Before, when she was pregnant or recovering, she had been too vulnerable to confront him. But things were different now; she refused to stay passive.

Everett just laughed dismissively, loosening his tie with a smug grin. He saw himself as her husband and therefore her master, sure that he had every right to control her.

Selena knew exactly what that grin

meant. Trying to argue with the head

of the Bennett family, a man with immense power, was pointless, their world, it was all about money and power-and those with both could do as they pleased.

Even though she understood this, his smug smile still got under her skin. It made her feel miserable.

In this marriage, she had never experienced a single happy day, always in the lowest position. He, like some untouchable deity, would play with her or discard her at will. And no matter how he treated her, she was expected to endure it and even feel grateful.

She was exhausted by this life, suffocating at the thought of spending decades more in the same situation.

Everett didn't understand love and didn't care to. Because of that, he deserved to be unloved.

"Everett," Selena said, her dark eyes flickering as she shifted her approach. "Since I'm still Mrs. Bennett, being cooped up here indefinitely is bound to raise some eyebrows, don't you think?" The Newport paparazzi, with their knack for sniffing out high society gossip, would pounce on any hint of scandal. Any sign of trouble, and they'd be all over it.

"With your grandfather's health on

the edge and your uncles waiting for

any slip-up, aren't you afraid they'll latch onto a scandal? At a time like

this, any public disgrace would be a real problem for you, wouldn't it?"

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