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 was currently calculating the exact time it would take to fling my cousin Flynn directly over the twelve-foot security gates of the estate.


A deep, suffocating annoyance clawed at my throat just looking at him. Flynn and I had never gotten along. Not as children, not as teenagers, and certainly not now as grown men. He was an erratic, unpredictable storm of pure chaos, and I was a man who demanded absolute, meticulous control over my environment.


Especially tonight. My wife was recovering from childbirth, and my five-pound newborn daughter was currently resting in a fragile, pristine bubble of security. The last thing this house needed was Flynn's erratic energy vibrating through the hallways.


"Olga," I barked, my voice low but carrying a sharp, commanding edge that brooked no argument. The head nanny stepped forward immediately, her expression turning professional. "Take baby Lael upstairs instantly."


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