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 smoothed the heavy, glittering fabric of the crimson gown down over my hips, staring at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.


The dress was an absolute masterpiece, dripping in thousands of tiny, light-catching crystals that flashed aggressively every time I turned around under the lighting of the house. 


It had cost more than what most ordinary people made in a year, completely funded by the fresh, hefty wire transfer I had aggressively squeezed out of William just yesterday morning.


He had whined about the audit, but a few tears and a seductive look and a mind blowing sex had cleared his bank account in seconds.


Lying on the vanity right next to my fake designer clutch was the ultimate prize: the heavy, gold-embossed official VIP invitation to the Flemington Winter Gala.


Chapter 249 - ~ 249