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 leaned back in my chair, swirling a glass of scotch that remained untouched. Through the heavily encrypted, secure monitor on my desk, Clinton's and Detective Tate's faces were split across the screen. We had been working around the clock, tracing digital footprints and tracking the sudden, frantic surge of dark-web communication originating from Bella's sectors.


"Bella's contact, Rodrigo, has fully mobilized a media distribution network. They've lined up high-society tabloids, anonymous press releases, and legal notices. She's locked and loaded to drop a nuclear scandal into the public eye within the next twenty-four hours."


Chapter 242 - ~ 242