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 silence in the secluded back row of the VIP lounge made everything tense. You could hear a pin drop with it. The scent of Franklin's expensive cologne filled it up, almost intoxicating me and the lingering aroma of my own strawberry cocktail. 


My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs. His possessive aura completely filled the narrow space, towering over me, pinning me against the plush seats. I wasn't actually afraid, though. A wild, intoxicating thrill shot straight down my spine as I looked up into his dark, dilated eyes.


"Franklin, wait," I whispered, a breathy, nervous chuckle escaping my lips as I placed my hands flat against his broad, solid chest. I tried to playfully defend myself, raising an eyebrow. "Technically, I didn't do anything wrong. I was only drinking a cocktail and watching Annie. I wasn't even looking at the stage."


Chapter 300 - ~ 299