Divorce my prentened poor Billionaire husband

Selena hurried in, practically bouncing with excitement. She couldn’t wait to watch Everest’s crew take Annika down. What she didn’t expect, when she stepped through the door, was Everest himself walking in right behind her, cold fury rolling off him in waves.

"Big brother, what are you doing here? You’re late—I was gonna get to have some fun first," Selena chirped, plastering on her sweetest innocent smile while seething internally. What made Annika so damn special? Everest would ditch a billion-dollar deal just to rush over here the second her name was involved?

Selena clung to one hope: by the time Everest pushed through that door, Annika would already be ruined. The truth was, Annika wasn’t hurt… yet. But Zeke and his goons had her cornered, blocking every exit. Two more brutes stood guard outside, just to make sure she couldn’t slip out.

Mario, clueless about the messy history tangled up between all of them, tried to talk Annika down soft. "Look, Annika, just play along for now. You help me out here, I swear I’ll return the favor first chance I get."

A cold dread settled in Annika’s bones. Something really bad was coming. This wasn’t just some messy party she’d walk away from without a scratch. Sure enough, the rich brats started their garbage before long.

"Hey Mario, isn’t your PR girl just standing there doing nothing? Shouldn’t she be pouring us coffee? She’s just glued to the spot like a damn statue. C’mon—make her chug three cups first."

Annika’s jaw tightened. "I don’t drink coffee."

"Why the hell not? If you can’t even handle that, what good are you as a party hostess?" they jeered.

"Fine, but you better have a damn good excuse," one challenged. "If it’s convincing enough, maybe we’ll let you slide."

Annika stepped back, her mind spinning. Could she say she was pregnant? But if that rumor got out, Everest would drag her straight to a clinic to get an abortion before the day ended. Why he hated the idea of her having a kid so much was still a mystery, but every instinct screamed that admitting it was way too risky.

While Annika was stuck turning that over in her head, Mario jumped in smooth. "C’mon guys, Annika’s not feeling great tonight, let’s go easy on her. I’ll drink the coffee for her."

The heirs wouldn’t budge. "Mario, don’t let that innocent act fool you. You got paid to make sure she entertains us, so why the hell is she skipping out on her job?"

"Yeah, if we let this slide, every girl here will start doing it. Next thing we know we’ll be out of drinks and out of fun."

Annika knew there was no way out this time. Not with those bodyguards blocking the door. She set her jaw, picked up the coffee cup, and kept her tone as polite as she could manage. "Gentlemen, it’s true I misunderstood what this job needed when I took it. I’m sorry, so I’ll drink to make up for it. I’m not feeling well tonight, so I’ll only have one. And don’t worry—Mario doesn’t have to pay me for this gig. This is just me asking for your understanding."

With that, she lifted the cup to her lips.

"Hold up," one of the heirs cut in. "Drinking’s not that simple. Do it right."

He waved over the woman next to him to show how it was done. She poured wine into her own mouth, then sank down onto his lap, and let the wine trickle from her lips straight into his, ending with a sloppy, heated kiss.

Annika’s breath caught. This wasn’t just drinking. This was straight out of some sick, hedonistic nightmare.

The rest of them whooped and clapped. "C’mon, give it a go! Pick any guy you want, just do it. We’ll go easy on you, promise."

Annika squeezed her cup so tight her knuckles blanched. If she wanted to leave this room with even a scrap of her dignity left, she had to play their game.

"Excuse me," she said, keeping her voice as steady as she could. "Which one of you is heading the project I’m working on?"

"Smart girl," one heir snorted, nodding at Zeke. "Old Six here runs the whole thing."

Annika had guessed that right. Zeke was the only one without a girl hanging off his arm, and that cold, polished air he carried made him feel untouchable.

She walked over to him, already knowing he held the biggest grudge against her. She didn’t know why he’d gotten tangled up in this, but she knew what was on the line. She handed him the project proposal, dipping her head slightly. "Mr. Zeke, would you mind looking this over first? If anything’s wrong, I’ll follow your rules to the letter. I’ll drink whatever you want, and if you sign off on this, we can call it done."

Zeke took the proposal, his expression going serious for a minute as he scanned it. Then he gestured to Mario. "Proposal’s solid. I’ll sign. You know this, Mario—we got this deal because of Everest’s pull. Billion-dollar revenue? This kind of collaboration doesn’t come around every day."

As Zeke explained it, it clicked for Mario: Everest’s influence was the hidden force holding the whole coalition together, even if it looked independent on paper. They never lost, and Mario had come here specifically to network through this high-stakes project.

Before Mario could say a word, Annika lifted her cup. She had to drink to get out of this room. There was no other way.

So she’d drink. She could handle whatever came after. Right now, she just had to hold up her end of the deal. But just as she was about to tip the cup back, Zeke nodded at one of the other heirs.

"Hold up. You gonna drink with that coat still on? That doesn’t count. Take it off first."

The heirs started jeering, egging her on. "Take it off! C’mon, hurry up!"

Without a second of hesitation, Annika shrugged off her beige trench coat. The whole room went dead quiet. She wasn’t wearing anything provocative—just a plain white tee and jeans. It was totally modest, a stark contrast to every other woman in the room.

Her simple, unflashy look hooked the men’s attention, and it accidentally highlighted how sleazy their usual company really was. For a second, most of their interest fizzled out.

"You’re just playing games with us, acting all holy. This is just some performance, right?" they scoffed.

Annika realized they were digging up an old grudge over Selena’s leg injury, even if she couldn’t remember exactly what they were mad about. Suddenly, the room cleared out fast—everyone could feel Everest was about to walk through the door.

The air shifted hard the second Everest strode in, Selena trailing right behind him. Annika turned to face him, and held his icy stare without flinching.

Their eyes locked, and tension crackled so thick you could feel it in the air. Annika’s lips tugged up into a mocking little smile.

Was he gonna play the big, mighty alpha now?

Suddenly, she wasn’t scared anymore. Screw trying to please him. On impulse, she sank down onto Zeke’s lap. "Mr. Zeke, I’ve made my choice. Let’s drink… together."