MasukFred says he'll make the board force Ocean's hand. How do you think he's going to do it — and will Ocean actually choose the company over Kiss? Drop your thoughts below. I'm reading every single one.
MOONIE.Just for the record, I'm not crazy. I want that on record before anyone tries to make me feel crazy.I am not crazy.There was something uniquely humiliating about being beautiful and still unwanted.Being overlooked or ignored by ordinary men with ordinary taste would have been easier to dismiss.Men wanted me. Men always wanted me. Men looked twice, stumbled over words, and even pretended not to stare at my perfectly toned legs when I crossed them.But Oceans Stark?My fiancé?He looked at me like I was a debt he had agreed to pay in installments.And Kisarel, with her sad little eyes and stupid quiet suffering? All she has to do is walk into a room, and suddenly, my fiancé forgets how to breathe.I hit the gear some more.The city lights blurred past my windshield, but all I could see was his face at dinner when Jace knelt in front of her. That crack of glass. His blood. His eyes on her like the rest of us had stopped existing.Kisarel had somehow become a problem to me agai
KISAREL.Nessa listened to all I had to say without an ounce of impatience on her face. She didn't rush me.She also asked questions where she needed clarification.“We don’t know everything,” I responded to her question. “That’s the problem. There were calls. People he might have been speaking to before he died. Elgin found things that didn’t sit right with him.”Nessa leaned in a little. “What kind of things?”“A number. Maybe more than one. Gerald had been trying to tell them something, I think.” My voice dropped without meaning to. “It was around the same time everything started feeling like someone was watching me.”Nessa’s hand stilled over mine.“Did Elgin go to the police?”“He tried. But there wasn’t enough proof that something was wrong. There never seems to be enough.” I swallowed.For a moment, Nessa only looked at me.Then she said, very softly, “Arel, has anyone checked who entered Gerald’s house that night?”I laughed weakly. “There was no footage. Elgin looked. I think
KISAREL.Nessa unlocked her phone with a swipe, her thumbs moving quickly across the screen. I watched her scroll, my pulse already climbing."After the man died—the one who bumped into you at the park—I couldn't let it go." She didn't look up. "I paid someone else to pull footage from the motel. Someone who owed me a favor."She found what she was looking for and turned the phone toward me.For a second, I didn’t want to see whatever she had. I wanted to stand up, walk out of the diner, go back to Jace’s house, and pretend I had not seen that ring or dragged Oceans into this mess by force.But my curiosity got the best of me.The clip was short. Maybe thirty seconds. The quality was better than the vendor's, even though it was still terribly grainy; the lighting was a bit stronger.It was an indoor footage of a narrow corridor with a row of identical doors and a flickering light at the far end that the camera kept trying to correct for. The timestamp in the corner had been cropped ou
KISAREL.Your wedding and birthday falling on the same day feels symbolic, doesn’t it?But there was nothing symbolic about it for me. I felt pushed. I felt like I didn't have a life of my own.Even after I argued until my throat hurt, Uncle Fred had only agreed to push the date back by one week.“Three weeks from now, we celebrate two blessings at once — your marriage and your twenty-fifth birthday.”Uncle Fred’s words had followed me into sleep and were still waiting when I opened my eyes.He had sounded like he was doing me a huge favor.The only positive thing here I was looking forward to was turning twenty-five because I'd finally get my hands on my father's will.Jace left the house very early today.He kissed my forehead before leaving, told me not to worry about anything, and said he had a few errands to run.He made sure to avoid any real conversation after we got home last night. Every time I tried to ask about the wedding date, or about Uncle Fred, and about why everyone h
KISAREL."Your wedding with Jace will only be over my dead body..."Oceans’ words kept moving through my head as I walked back to the dining room.He didn't say: 'I don’t want you to marry him.'Neither did he say: 'Please don’t.'It hadn't even sounded like one of his usual arrogant commands that made me want to scream and melt at the same time.'Over my dead body...'He had meant it.I saw it in his eyes. And that was the part I could not seem to push away.Oceans had looked damaged in a way I had never seen before, as if something inside him had finally stopped pretending to be controlled. He looked like a man who had stopped calculating the cost and would break every rule, every contract, and every person standing between him and what he wanted.And what he wanted was me. And it scared me so badly my fingers trembled as I reached the dining room door.I pressed my lips together before I entered, terrified they looked swollen from the kiss.Jace saw me first and stood halfway from
KISAREL.It had already been an overwhelming evening.Watching Oceans sit beside Moonie while she touched his arm, leaned into him, laughed for him, and performed the kind of affection I could never ask for in public was bitter enough to swallow.But seeing Jace on one knee in front of me?That was a different kind of overwhelm I hadn't prepared for.His eyes, so innocent and loving, looked into mine, almost nervous, like he was genuinely afraid I might say no.I tried to smile.My heart raced as I stared down at him, doing my best to look like the kind of woman who had been waiting for this moment all her life.Then I heard a loud crack.Everyone's attention snapped toward the sound.Oceans was still seated, but the glass in his hand had split open inside his fist.Blood ran from his palm down his wrist.He didn’t flinch.He didn’t even look at it at first.His eyes were on me.For one long, awful second, he held my gaze across the table with Jace still kneeling in front of me and my
OCEANS.reached down and fisted a handful of her hair, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes — big, blue, scared, wanting — locked with mine. All four things at once. That combination was going to be a problem for my self-control."Good girl," I murmured. "You ob
KISAREL.The silence stretched so long it felt like punishment. He didn’t blink. He wasn't even looking at me anymore. He kept looking over my head like looking at me up close would kill him.I know this was reckless. I mean... The last time I did something this reckless was when I took a bullet fo
KISAREL.The cab stopped at the far end of the airport, where regular passengers weren’t even allowed. Through the tinted glass, I saw the silver body of Mr. Stark’s jet gleaming under the floodlights, his initials, O.S., painted near the tail.I wiped my face, grabbed the small luggage I’d thrown t
KISAREL.I still heard his cold voice in my head as I stepped out of the taxi."Get your ass back here in two hours, if you want to keep your new position."Mr. Oceans Stark’s words had a way of following me even in my sleep, like they were branded into my skin. Cold, merciless, and ruthless... Get







