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.

The trip to Greece is now over, duty calls from both ends brought us back to reality,


The morning of the board presentation, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and practiced my breathing. 


This was different, though. This wasn't about survival. This was about ambition. About proving that I belonged in a room full of people who'd been grooming themselves for power since birth.


Franklin appeared behind me in the mirror, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He'd been hovering since we got home from Greece, not in an annoying way, but in that protective, attentive way that made my heart both soar and ache. He still didn't know about the note. 


"You're going to blow them away," he whispered into my hair. "You know that, right?"


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