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 looked around the office. It looks untouched, but knowing that a hidden microphone was buried somewhere in this room changed the very air I breathed. It felt toxic. 


I knew Miranda and Bella were likely monitoring the audio feed from their end, waiting for any slip, any crack in the armor of the newly appointed Lead Developer.


You want a story, Bella? I thought, a cold, sharp determination settling deep into my chest. I'll give you a masterpiece.


I took a deep breath, deliberately forcing my posture to slump. I pulled out my cell phone, dialed a disconnected number, and held it to my ear. I waited a few seconds, pretending the call had connected, and then let out a shaky, trembling sigh that sounded entirely broken.


Chapter 228 - ~ 228