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 watched the exact second the blood drained completely from Bella's face, leaving her looking like a hollow, breaking porcelain doll beneath the blinding flash of a hundred paparazzi lenses. The triumphant, manic smirk she had directed at my wife just moments ago vanished into a vacuum of pure, unadulterated terror.


Miranda didn't just talk, she destroyed her. Her sharp, aristocratic features were twisted into a mask of cold, calculating fury as she stared down her younger stepsister.


"Did you honestly think you could outsmart me, Bella?" Miranda's voice carried with a chilling, conversational clarity that cut right through the panicked murmurs of the crowd. "You got greedy. You wanted fame, the press, the public spectacle, and in your pathetic desperation to humiliate Octavia, you brought the entire media spotlight onto a medical claim that doesn't exist."


Chapter 252 - ~ 252