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.

Two days before my flight to Bogotá, Colombia, I finally summoned the household staff to my study. The room felt unusually heavy as Olga, Clarence, Lila, and Joyce stood before me, their faces a mixture of curiosity and quiet concern. I took a steadying breath and began.


"Something happened," I said, my voice low. "My grandfather was shot."


Gasps filled the air. Olga clutched her chest, her eyes widening in horror. "Moi bog!" she exclaimed. Lila and Joyce exchanged shocked glances, while Clarence's normally composed face paled.


"I thought Senior Flemington had traveled," Lila whispered, her hand trembling slightly.


"You know he never travels without Clarence helping with his luggage," Joyce added sadly.


"Moi bog," Olga repeated, covering her mouth as tears glistened in her eyes.


"How did it happen, Mr. Flemington?" Clarence asked, his tone careful but urgent.


Chapter 159 - ~ 159