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.

I groaned as consciousness clawed its way back, dragging me from a dreamless void into a throbbing nightmare. The pain in my head was immediate and vicious, a relentless hammer pounding against my skull with every shallow breath. My mouth felt dry as sandpaper, and a metallic tang of blood lingered on my tongue. As awareness sharpened, I realized I was strapped tightly to a hard wooden chair, ropes biting into my wrists and ankles. A thick cloth covered my face, blindfolding me completely, plunging the world into suffocating blackness. I couldn't see a damn thing.


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