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 tires of my SUV shrieked as I pulled into the estate, the engine roaring like a wounded beast. 


The drive from work had been a blur of pure panic. Only an hour ago, I had been standing in the smoky hallway of the executive wing, coughing as Julian pointed toward a charred doorway.


"The fire department got it out fast, sir," Julian had told me, his usual pristine suit slightly rumpled. "It started in the minor storage closet. Just an electrical flare-up."


"An electrical flare-up?" I had barked, grabbing him by the shoulder. "In a building with a triple-redundant smart grid? Julian, look at this. It's too small. It didn't destroy any core data."


"I know it doesn't make sense sir," Julian said, adjusting his glasses nervously. "But security is sweeping the perimeter now. No one was hurt, and everything is completely fine. You need to go home."


Chapter 270 - ~ 269