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.

Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing, quiet "guys' night." Clinton, Flynn, and I were supposed to be having fun while the women celebrated Annie's bachelorette party somewhere downtown.


"They haven't texted in exactly two hours and fourteen minutes," Clinton muttered, his voice strained as he paced a tight, frantic circle around the sofa. He snapped his wrist up, glaring at his watch for what had to be the hundredth time since sunset. "Not a single update. Annie said she'd send pictures. Do you think their phones died? All of them? Simultaneously?"


Chapter 299 - ~ 298