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."

a derisive

his phone before fishing out hers from his pocket

wide when she saw the new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of

telling her to dream on; the next, he was

back, then!" Instinctively, Selena hugged the phone to her chest, shaking her head adamantly. "Once it's

toward the bowl of plain oatmeal. "Eat your

a light bulb moment. He was switching tactics,

eye, her face lit up with a smile, her resistance

bowl of oatmeal, now tinged

she dutifully

the tightness

the thought of

for the cash left him

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

the lap of luxury, and he'd

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