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.

The grand ballroom was beautifully decorated. Almost all elites were present. So far, everything has been going smoothly.


The entire inner circle was present, seated at the prime VIP tables bordering the main stage. Clinton sat with Annie. Further down the line, Victoria, Ava, and Sarah were laughing amongst themselves. 


Right at Table Four sat Miranda, in a blue gown. Beside her was William, looking tensed through his expensive suit as his eyes darted nervously toward the stage.


Franklin stood at the center of the stage, his towering, imposing frame immaculate in a custom midnight-black tuxedo. The crowd held its breath, completely captivated by his commanding presence. 


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