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.

My voice was a ragged, breathy gasp. My palms pressed flat against the cold, polished table, my fingers desperately clawing at the expensive wood for leverage. Behind me, William didn't care about gentleness. He gripped my hips with an aggressive, punishing force, his fingers digging so deeply into my skin that I knew they would leave dark, bruising marks by tomorrow morning.


He pulled me back against his hard chest, lifting my hips higher as he drove into me with a raw, animalistic rhythm. Every heavy, unbridled slam made my head throw back, a low, forbidden moan escaping my throat that I had to desperately choke back into the quiet room.


Chapter 241 - ~ 241