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 sound of gunshot rang out loud in the room. As a result, it caused panic and terror as people were trying to shield themselves from the chaos.


I didn't even have time to blink before Franklin's massive, imposing frame crashed over me. His heavy arms wrapped around my head and waist like a shield.


My heart hammered violently against my ribs, a frantic, agonizing rhythm that drowned out the entire world.


"Franklin!" I choked out, my voice laced with a raw terror I had never felt in my entire life. My hands shook uncontrollably as I frantically began clawing at his black dress shirt, my fingers running wildly over his broad chest, his shoulders, his neck.


I was searching for blood. I was terrified, absolutely, completely consumed by the agonizing thought that he had taken a bullet meant for me and our unborn child. "Franklin, look at me! Where are you hit? Oh my God, please tell me you're not hit!"


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