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."

exactly what she'd expected. Selena let out a derisive laugh. "Men and their promises, always full of hot

paused, fiddling with his phone before fishing out hers from his pocket and tossing it

bank alert.

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

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

and nodded toward the bowl of plain

He was switching tactics, trying

her face lit up with a smile, her

was no point in resisting money. That bowl of oatmeal, now tinged with the taste

dutifully ate,

of the tightness in his

though the thought

the cash left

her, snorting. "A bit of money makes you this

the lap of luxury,

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