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 already in the kitchen by the next morning. I smiled thinking about yesterday. 


I stood in the center of the kitchen, dressed only in a pair of dark grey sweatpants, leaning against the island as I savored the absolute quiet.


The night before had been a whirlwind of fierce possessiveness and intoxicating passion, a long-overdue reminder of the sexual tension between Octavia and me. 


Once the sun rose, I had taken matters into my own hands. I called Olga and the rest of the household staff, officially giving them the entire day off. My grandfather was out of town on an elderly road trip, and our beautiful little girl, Lael, was still being thoroughly spoiled and pampered over at her other grandparents' house.


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