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.

We are in Franklin's study. The night before the gala had arrived, and the entire penthouse felt like the quiet center of a hurricane. While the rest of Manhattan's elite buzzed with anticipation, frantic to see if the Flemington empire would crumble under the weight of the tabloids, Franklin and I were meticulously charting our victory.


"The media barricades are set forty feet back from the main steps," Franklin murmured, his deep baritone cutting through the silence as he leaned over the desk, tracking the digital security layout on his tablet. 


He had taken off his suit jacket hours ago, his black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. "Clinton secured the encrypted frequency for the press feeds. If Bella tries to flash any fabricated documents on the red carpet, the screens kill-switch instantly."


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