Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Breanne only managed to connect with Abraham because of her cousin, Mallory. Despite climbing the ranks in the entertainment industry through less-than-stellar means, she understood the need for a strong ally in this world where fame and scandal go hand in hand. With no power or influence of her own, she often found herself having to entertain wealthy, unsavory executives just to get a foot in the door, sometimes even lowering herself further than she'd like to admit. In their eyes, she was nothing more than a disposable toy.

A few days back, Breanne was taken by surprise when Mallory called and asked to meet up. They weren't close, and all Breanne knew was that Mallory was living the high life as someone's mistress, not knowing who her benefactor was just assuming he was some small-time big shot. But that day, when she walked into the private room and saw the man at the head of the table, a man she frequently saw on the news, she was shocked. Mallory's sponsor was none other than the future power player, Abraham!

Breanne always thought she was prettier and even more clever and daring than Mallory, not to mention younger. Yet, the men she came across were always the low-tier, nouveau riche types. It was hard not to be jealous.

Luckily, Abraham took notice of her and tossed her an intriguing opportunity. He wanted her to get close to Newport's richest man, Mr. Everett, and make him fall head over heels for her. If she pulled it off, she'd have all the fame and resources she could dream of.

Unlike Mallory, who was content being a kept woman, Breanne loved the limelight, the glamour, and the applause. Money alone wouldn't win her over, but the promise of resources and a shot at stardom, especially with a target like Everett, was too tempting to resist. Conquering a man like him would be her crowning achievement.

So, she jumped at the chance. Sleeping with a man like Everett while having a steady flow of resources from Abraham felt like the ultimate win. Why wouldn't she go for it?

Abraham's voice came through the phone, low and steady. "The timing's perfect. I've had bugs and cameras set up at your place. Tonight, if you can get Everett to spill any dirt on his dealings with Austin, everything you want will be yours."

Men were at their most vulnerable in bed, the truth spilling out more easily. Breanne knew this game all too well. She replied with confidence, "Mr. Abraham, trust me, Mr. Everett is quite smitten with me right now. I'm sure I can pull this off. Just wait for my good news."

"Excellent."

...

Abraham ended the call, a sly grin playing on his lips. The last crisis was smoothed over by Everett bringing in Austin, a move that not only turned Austin against him but also dealt a blow to his pride Having held power for so long, Abraham couldn't stand such insults, not even from Austin, his former mentor. Austin should have retired gracefully, but instead, he decided to make a scene.

Well, he couldn't blame Abraham for being ruthless. Let him face his downfall!

This world belongs to the young!

...noveldrama

Late into the night, Breanne stepped out of the shower, draped in a nearly transparent nightgown. Spotting "Everett lounging on the sofa with a glass of red wine, she let out a soft chuckle and sauntered over, gracefully straddling his lap. Her nightgown left little to the imagination, offering an enticing view. Her fingers traced his throat playfully. "Mr. Everett, why sip wine when you can have me?"

She snatched the glass from his hand, pouring it over herself. The red liquid soaked into her gown, painting her skin underneath, making for an irresistible sight. She leaned in, offering her lips.

“Everett” smirked, his hands

squeezing her hips, his voice a low drawl as he called her his little- temptress. But instead of diving right in, he gave her a playfulpat and said, "Go turn off the lights.