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 room went completely quiet. Bella walked straight into the lounge like she still owned the place. Her white trench coat looked expensive, and her high heels clicked loudly against the floor. Every single step she took seemed deliberate, designed to draw as much attention as possible to her grand entrance.


She didn't need anyone to show her around. Bella used to work here, so she knew exactly how to get past the front desk and into the executive wing without anyone stopping her. She knew the layout of this building like the back of her hand, and she used that knowledge to stride right past our security sensors as if she had never left.


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