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.

We finally reached the hospital, tires screeching as Clinton Harrington slammed the brakes in the emergency entrance. I barely waited for the car to stop before I was out, shouting for help. Clinton raced ahead, waving down the first nurses he saw.


"My Grandfather was shot! Hurry! He's losing blood, please do something!" My voice came out raw, broken, nothing like the controlled tone I usually carried in boardrooms.


The nurses moved fast. They pulled my grandfather from my arms with practiced care and placed him onto a gurney. His face was ghostly pale, his breathing shallow and ragged. I turned quickly to Octavia, still unconscious in the back seat.


"Don't worry, I'll stay with her," Clinton said, already lifting her carefully.


"It's fine. Go with your grandfather," he insisted.


Chapter 146 - ~ 146