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.

I didn't sleep that night. Sleep is a luxury for those who aren't being hunted, and right now, Frederick and I were the primary targets in a game with no rules. By the time the first gray light of morning bled through the tall, arched windows of the Flemington estate, I was already entrenched in Franklin's study. I sat in his leather chair, staring at the small silver flash drive resting in my palm. It looked insignificant—a tiny piece of hardware that should have been harmless.


But I knew better. Everything I needed to dismantle the nightmare we were living in was contained within that drive.


With a steady hand, I inserted it into the laptop. The screen blinked, the cooling fan whirred to life, and then the files appeared. They were meticulously organized, a testament to Franklin's thoroughness. My heart hammered against my ribs as I opened the first folder: Financial Records.


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