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.

We touched down in Bogotá, Colombia, just as the sun began to dip behind the mountains. The private terminal was efficient and quiet, exactly how I preferred it. A sleek black SUV waited on the tarmac to take us to Las Estrellas, one of the city's most exclusive five-star hotels. The name meant "The Stars," and the place lived up to it—towering glass, panoramic views, and an atmosphere of understated luxury.


We settled into our suites on the top floor. After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the bedroom. My phone rang on the nightstand. For a fleeting second, hope flared in my chest. Maybe it was Octavia. Maybe she had finally decided to reach out.


I answered without checking the caller ID. "Hello?"


"Mr. Flemington, finally you answered your call," Olga's familiar voice came through, thick with her Russian accent.


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