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 lifted my head slowly, my chest heaving as I opened the door. Standing right there in the entryway, leaning heavily on his own polished walking stick with a deeply amused, completely unapologetic smirk on his face, was my grandfather.


"Grandpa," I groaned, before slowly pushing myself up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Your timing is truly immaculate. Do you ever knock?"


Octavia scrambled to sit up beside me, her cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson as she hastily smoothed down her tangled green pantsuit and adjusted her collar. "Fredrick! We... we didn't hear you come into the house."


Chapter 230 - ~ 230