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."

was exactly what she'd expected. Selena let out a

out hers

new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount

minute, he was telling her to dream on; the next, he was

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,

her enthusiasm and nodded toward the bowl of plain oatmeal. "Eat your

He was switching tactics, trying to win her

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

resisting money. That bowl of oatmeal,

dutifully ate,

the tightness in his

the thought of

the cash left him

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

Bennett meant living in the lap of

"It's different. The money learn myself versus money handed out