Excerpt of A Chaunce of Riches by Chelle Cordero

" “So what happened to you Sam? I really thought we had the
same values and the same dreams. When did money become so
important to you?”

She didn’t want to have to defend herself to him. It would
be too easy to be swept up in a lie. Looking away from him,
afraid that he could read her pain, she barely whispered.
“What makes you think it wasn’t important all along?”

“I thought I knew you better than anybody else. Just like I
thought you knew me better. You were the only person I ever
let get close to me.”

Sam had already been in the foster home when Ben came to
live there. Her parents had died in a car accident. She had
been rescued, orphaned, from the wreckage. There was no
family to replace the loving parents she remembered. She had
been the only child of two only children. There was an
ailing grandmother halfway across the country but no one
else. Her grandmother sent what money she could for the few
years she lived but she couldn’t take care of a child.
Samantha had just started kindergarten when her world was
destroyed.
...

They were inseparable as they grew up together. He realized
in his teen years that he was falling in love with her but
that kind of a relationship would have been just too weird.
So it wasn’t until after his eighteenth birthday when he was
living on his own that he even let her know how he felt. And
it wasn’t until she was eighteen and living out of the
foster home that he finally asked her out on a date. It was
always just the two of them. At least that’s what Ben had
thought.

She still couldn’t look at him. “I had just gotten out in
the world and I made choices.”

“But why? You told me you loved me. You said you needed me.
We were working towards a future...”

A tear rolled down her cheek. She remembered the things they
had promised each other and it was sheer torture to hear him
reminding her. “What kind of future did we have Ben? I was
working selling donuts in a bakery and you were hoping for
something better than a sales job at the hardware store. We
didn’t have two nickels to rub together.” She never would
have had the money she needed to make things right again.

“So it was the money?” Ben sat at the edge of his chair.
“And you couldn’t even wait to tell me yourself? You just
left.”

It was another car accident that had changed her world...
again. Sam had little more than a broken arm and a minor
concussion. Ben was in a coma and had a severe spinal
injury. He almost died. There were so many complications.
She couldn’t look at him. “I did what I had to do.”

“Are you that much of a coward?” She couldn’t answer him
“And he was almost thirty years older than you. Was his
money so attractive that you didn’t mind being with a man
who was old enough to be your father?”

She looked up at him then. “Julian was... good to me.”

“He bought you.” Just like all those johns who had bought
his mother. His voice was edged with disappointment and
pain. “Sam, you sold yourself. Did you enjoy letting him put
his hands all over you? Was it worth it? I really thought
you were different from my mother.”

Sam opened her mouth to speak but decided to remain quiet.
She refused to debate this with him any more. Putting the
closed book back on the end table, she stood and threw the
blanket onto the chair behind her. She couldn’t let him do
this to her. She couldn’t let him past all those barricades
she had built around her heart so long ago.

“I have contracted with your agency for your services. I
think that is the only relationship you and I need to
have...” She started to walk towards the door. She turned
back to him. “Breakfast is at seven, Philip needs to be at
school by eight-thirty. Please manage to find it in your
talents to be civil with me in front of my son. He seems to
like you and I want him to feel safe. But Ben, I won’t
hesitate to have you replaced. Remember that.” She left the
room without looking back.
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