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 water in the shower had been as cold as I could stand it, a bracing, icy needle-spray intended to wash away the heat that had begun to simmer in my veins the moment Octavia stepped into my apartment. 


I had spent the better part of the evening trying to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. It was an exhausting exercise in futility. 


Even as she sat across from me at the breakfast bar, the light catching the gold in her eyes and the curve of her smile, I had felt the familiar, agonizing ache of wanting something — someone — who was perpetually just out of reach.


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