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.

There were no flashing paparazzi lenses hiding behind the barriers, no frantic phone calls from board members, and no dark shadows looming over our family. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the sky above us was a brilliant, endless stretch of unclouded blue.


Standing on the tarmac right beside the towering, gleaming frame of the Flemington private jet was a sight that instantly warmed my heart.


Grandfather stood waiting for us, leaning lightly on his cane, but his posture radiated his strength. He had completely recovered from his injury, his sharp eyes bright and clear as he watched us approach. Seeing him looking so healthy and unbroken was the ultimate confirmation that the nightmare was truly behind us.


"Look at you, my beautiful girl," Grandfather murmured, his voice thick with a rare, raw emotion as I stepped into his space.


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