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 forest didn't care. That was the brutal truth that settled over me like a shroud as the initial shock faded and a heavy, unnatural silence wrapped around the wreckage. Not the peaceful quiet of nature, but the stunned hush born of chaos, confusion, and raw adrenaline still surging through my veins. Towering trees stood sentinel all around, their ancient trunks unmoving and indifferent to the metal beast that had plummeted from the sky and shattered their domain. The air hung thick and humid, alive with a symphony of distant, alien sounds I couldn't quite place—crickets chirping in relentless rhythm, the piercing cries of rainforest birds echoing from the canopy, and the incessant buzz of wild insects, especially the mosquitoes that already swarmed in hungry clouds, drawn to the scent of blood and sweat.


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