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 city of Paris was absolutely breathtaking at night. The soft, golden lights of the Eiffel Tower were so beautiful . Annie and I had traveled across the world for this massive international art gala, and standing here in the grand ballroom, I felt like I was living inside a beautiful dream.


But as gorgeous as the city was, nothing compared to the woman standing right next to me.


I looked over at Annie, she looked like an absolute goddess. For tonight's event, she had chosen a midnight-blue silk gown that draped flawlessly over her frame. 


Her dark hair was packed up into an elegant, soft undo, leaving a few loose curls to frame her glowing face. She wore minimal jewelry, just a pair of diamond drop earrings I had gifted her, because her natural beauty didn't need any help. Every single man and woman in that ballroom had turned their head to look at her when we walked in. She was stunning.


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