Contract Marriage After a Crazy Night

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.