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, a deep, bone-weary sound that echoed in my own ears. My body felt heavy, every muscle protesting as I slowly fluttered my eyes open. The world came into focus in fragments—dim light, concrete walls, the sharp bite of plastic restraints cutting into my wrists and ankles. I was strapped to a hard wooden chair, hands twisted painfully behind my back and secured with thick cable ties. The same cruel bindings held my legs in place. A strip of grey duct tape sealed my mouth, muffling any attempt at sound.


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