Chapter 257
~Octavia~
Eight months ago, the turquoise waters and sun-drenched sands of Bora Bora had saved my soul. I still closed my eyes sometimes and recalled the absolute, intoxicating peace of that private island sanctuary.
Franklin had completely and utterly disconnected us from the rest of the world. He had confiscated our phones, ignored the international media layout, and spent two entire weeks doing nothing but worshiping me on the white sands. It was the deep, emotional reset we desperately needed after the blood-stained incident in Manhattan.
But a Flemington queen does not stay hidden in paradise forever.
The moment we returned to New York, I successfully resumed my tech duties. Now, heavily pregnant and officially full term, I was practically a walking fortress.
My once-flat stomach was now very protruding. I was exhausted, my ankles were swollen, but my mind was as sharp and lethal as a razor blade.
