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."

let out a derisive laugh. "Men and their promises, always full

out hers from his pocket and tossing it back

going wide when she saw the new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of money to her. "What's this

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

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,

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

moment. He was switching tactics,

the blink of an eye, her face lit up with a

bowl of oatmeal, now tinged with the taste of

dutifully ate, Everett

the tightness

though the thought

cash left

bit of money makes you this happy, but you still want

lap of luxury,

money learn myself versus money handed out by a