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.

Octavia looked like a completely broken, helpless mother begging for the life of her stolen child. Her voice trembled, her shoulders shook, and the tears reflecting the harsh bulb above looked entirely real.


To me, she looked like the most brilliant, lethal woman alive. She was executing her role to absolute, flawless perfection.


Maria stood ten feet away from her, a sleek plastic detonator clutched in her gloved hand, her face twisted into a smug, triumphant grin of pure psychological rot.


 She genuinely believed she had the perfect trap. She believed she had outmaneuvered the entire family.


She had no idea she had walked directly into our trap.


Chapter 291 - ~ 290