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 first thing I felt wasn't the sharp, biting agony of my injuries; it was weight. A heavy, suffocating pressure seemed to pin me to the earth, as if the Amazon itself was refusing to let go of my bones. Then came the sound—a steady, rhythmic ping that cut through the fog in my mind. It was sharp, clinical, and consistent. It was far too clean and artificial to belong to the jungle.


My brows pulled together as I tried to shift my weight, but the moment I moved, my body exploded in a symphony of white-hot pain. A sharp, ragged inhale tore from my chest, and my eyes snapped open.


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