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.

A bone-chilling, raw shatter of sound ripped through the silence of the master suite, tearing me violently out of my sleep.


I sat bolt upright in bed, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs. The piercing scream made my entire body lock up for a fraction of a second before my protective instincts violently fired all at once. 


I ripped the heavy duvet away, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and sprinted out of the room barefoot. My lungs burned as I raced down the corridor.


"Octavia!" I roared, my voice thick with sleep and rising panic.


I burst through the nursery door, and the scene before me instantly shattered my world.


Chapter 288 - ~ 287