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.

Franklin and I had retreated back to the massive master bed, seeking shelter in each other's arms.


I leaned back against the headboard, my head resting securely against Franklin's chest. His large, warm arm was wrapped around my shoulders, drawing me close, while his other hand gently traced soothing, mindless circles on my bare arm. 


"Clinton dragged me out to the city today," Franklin murmured, his deep voice vibrating pleasantly against my back.


I tilted my head up to look at him, a faint smile touching my lips. "Oh yeah? What did he want?"


"He picked up the ring," Franklin revealed, a rare, soft warmth softening the hard lines of his jaw. "He's completely losing his mind over it. He's already planning a massive rooftop proposal downtown, covered entirely in white orchids and fairy lights."


Chapter 279 - ~ 278