He threw money on the bed after our one-night stand.
I threw it back in his face at his own inauguration.
By sundown, we were engaged. By the week's end — married.
Franklin Flemington needed a wife to secure his empire. I needed a miracle to save my family. For two years, we played our parts flawlessly — the golden couple the whole city envied.
Behind closed doors, I was invisible to him.
When the two years were up, I handed him divorce papers without blinking.
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I've given you everything a husband should. What more do you want from me, Octavia?"
I smiled, signed my name, and walked out.
I thought that was the end. I thought I'd finally won.
I forgot one thing — Franklin Flemington has never lost anything in his life. And he has no intention of starting with me.
Game on.

Two days later, I had everything I needed.


 Anthony's private investigator had tracked Clinton to a modest apartment building in Brooklyn. I didn't call. I didn't send a warning. I simply showed up.


I knocked on his door and waited, my hands shoved deep into my pockets.


 When the door finally swung open, Clinton stood there, looking tired and disheveled.


"Hello, Clinton," I said, a cold smirk playing on my lips.


"Franklin? What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find this place?" He looked genuinely shocked, his grip tightening on the doorframe.


"No. Tell me what you want and then get lost."


"Fair enough," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "I'm here to give you a warning. Leave Octavia the fuck alone. She's still my wife, and I don't appreciate her associating with the son of my family's greatest enemy. Stay away from her, Harrington."


Clinton scoffed, crossing his arms. "Is that a threat?"


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