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 had never known the meaning of the word panic.


"Drive faster!" I roared. My deep voice boomed inside the car. My eyes were wild as I stared at the driver in the rearview mirror. The SUV escort ahead of us was already flashing private security sirens to clear the Manhattan traffic. "If we hit a single red light, Grant, I will personally throw you out of this car."


"Franklin, breathe," a ragged, panting voice groaned beside me.


I snapped my head around instantly, all my calm authority disappearing. Octavia was holding the grab handle above the door so tightly her knuckles were stark white. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.


Her head was tilted back against the leather seat as her teeth clenched tightly. Another massive contraction was visibly moving through her body, tightening the silk fabric of her gown over her massive, low stomach.


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