Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

There was a brief moment of silence.

Selena was at a loss for words to describe how she felt right now.

In Everett's eyes, every move she'd made since her awakening seemed off-kilter. Only when she was meekly in love with him, did she fit into his version of 'normal,' right? Tears sprang to her eyes as she mourned the reckless devotion she'd once given him without a second thought.

She lowered her lashes, hiding the tears threatening to spill, and said in a casual tone, "So, you'd agree to anything I say?"

Everett lounged back in his seat, calmly adjusting his sleeves. "Try me."

Selena sniffled quietly. Well, since he was practically asking for it, it was time to go big or go home.

She didn't hesitate to say, "Give me half your fortune, and I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

If the money was right, she could serve up an Oscar-worthy performance!

"...In your dreams."

Selena let out a derisive laugh. "Men and their promises, always

his phone before fishing out hers

the new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of money to

her to dream on; the next, he was sending

want it? Give it back, then!" Instinctively, Selena hugged the phone to her chest, shaking her head adamantly. "Once it's in my pocket, it's mine. Don't think you can take it

chuckled at her enthusiasm and nodded toward the bowl of plain oatmeal.

bulb moment. He was switching tactics, trying to win her over

face lit up with a smile, her resistance slipping away. "Alright,

was no point in resisting money. That bowl of oatmeal,

she dutifully ate,

of the tightness in

the thought of

just for the cash left him

money makes you this happy,

the lap of luxury,

different. The money learn myself versus money handed out by a husband-l'take