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."

reaction was exactly what she'd expected. Selena let out a derisive laugh. "Men

his phone before fishing out hers from his pocket

the new bank alert. Everett

her to dream on; the next, he was sending money. Was he having

back, elegantly crossing his legs, his dark eyes flicking her way without offering an explanation. "Don't 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

toward the bowl of plain

switching tactics,

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

bowl of oatmeal,

she dutifully ate,

the tightness

though the

for the cash left him a bit

her, snorting. "A bit of money makes you this happy, but you still want a

living in the lap of luxury,

five-figure oatmeal, replied, "It's different. The money learn myself versus money handed out by a husband-l'take the