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 words tore out of my throat, my forearm pressing so brutally against Flynn's windpipe that his heels actually lifted a fraction of an inch off the hospital floor.


His bloodshot eyes bulged. For a split second, I expected the characteristic smirk, the arrogant, defiance he had on since the day he stepped onto my property. Instead, his entire face crumpled into an expression of raw, unadulterated shock.


"What?" he choked out, a wet, desperate gasp escaping his lips as his left hand, locked in its cast, clawed uselessly at my wrist. "Franklin... Franklin, stop…what do you mean daughter?"


"Don't play with me!" I roared, my vision vibrating with a volatile, blinding crimson. "The sensors were dropped from an internal bypass. The northern wing feeds were wiped. She's gone, Flynn! A newborn baby!"


Chapter 289 - ~ 288