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."

out a derisive laugh. "Men and

before fishing out hers from his pocket and tossing it back

Selena grabbed her phone, her eyes going wide when she saw the new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of money to her.

he was sending money. Was he having a split

"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.

nodded toward the bowl of plain oatmeal.

light bulb moment. He was switching

blink of an eye, her face lit up with

money. That bowl of oatmeal, now

dutifully ate,

of the tightness in

though the

just for the cash

bit of money makes you

lap of luxury, and he'd never put limits on

savoring her five-figure oatmeal, replied, "It's different. The money learn