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 finger hovered over the glowing mouse pad for a single, intoxicating second. The digital dashboard Rodrigo had built for me was a masterpiece of destructive capability. With one final tap, I authorized the encrypted file transfer.


Within milliseconds, the high-definition medical files, the verified prenatal scans, and the meticulously drafted anonymous tips were routed simultaneously to every major high-society tabloid, financial news network, and legal publication in Manhattan. At the exact same moment, a physical, gold-embossed envelope was being handed directly to the butler at the old Flemington estate, destined for the hands of the patriarch himself.


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