MasukChapter 85: No Protocol Left to FollowPOV: NikolaiA council contact called mid-morning, ostensibly about a shipping dispute, and dropped it near the end almost casually, the way men in my position drop things specifically to watch other man's reaction while they say it. I could hear him smiling through the phone."Quite the merger the Sinclairs are putting together. Thorne territory and Sinclair holdings, combined. Should settle a lot of nerves on the council.""When was this announced?""This morning. You hadn't heard?"I ended the call badly. I don't remember what I said, only that it was short, that the word I used wasn't one I'd normally use with a council contact, and that my hand was shaking slightly by the time I set the phone down on the desk.I pulled up the announcement myself. My own reflection hung faint in the dark screen before the page loaded, and I didn't like the look of it, my jaw already tight.The photograph loaded. Odette beside Julian Thorne, her face arranged
Chapter 84: The Date's Already SetPOV: OdetteI printed everything that night, standing over the machine in my father's own office while it churned out page after page, the whir of it the only sound in the house. Every sealed settlement, the cached forum post, the dropped police report Maya had somehow pulled before dawn. The paper tray was still warm when I finally gathered it all into a stack.I brought it down the next morning while he was still at breakfast, before he could vanish into meetings for the day. The dining room smelled of toast and coffee, ordinary, like nothing was wrong at all.He didn't look up when I set the folder beside his plate."I need you to read this.""I'm eating.""This can't wait." I pulled out a chair and sat across from him, uninvited, something I'd never done at this table in eighteen years, and watched a flicker of actual surprise cross his face before he set his coffee down, the cup rattling faintly against the saucer."Fine. What.""Evidence. About
Chapter 83: A PatternPOV: OdetteI started researching on Julian the same night, laptop balanced on my knees, the ring still sitting untouched downstairs wherever my mother had stored it until I "came around."His public face was spotless. Clean photos, a seat on two charity boards, some business magazine praising how he'd grown the family's shipping arm. Nothing in any of it hinted at the man who had gripped my wrist hard enough to bruise before I disappeared five years ago.I kept digging anyway.It took almost an hour to find the first thread, buried four pages into a search, a short item about a settlement paid out eight years back by a firm representing the Thornes. Details sealed. Plaintiff unnamed. Twenty minutes after that I found a second one. Different woman. Different year. Same quiet, expensive silence bought before the story could finish forming.I texted Maya a little after eleven....Need your help with something. Can you call?...She called back in under a minute. "Wh
Chapter 82: A Leash Dressed Up as an HeirloomPOV: OdetteMy phone buzzed the third time before I even bothered looking at it.Congrats girl!! Didn't know u were now engaged?I stared at the words until the screen went dark on its own. Rain slid crooked down the window, and outside the city blurred into smears of gold and red. I typed what are you talking about and hit send before I'd even finished the thought.A link came back as the reply.Sinclair Heiress to Wed Thorne Heir.My stomach dropped, the way it does off the top of a rollercoaster, except nothing waited at the bottom to make it worth it. The photo was from the draft party, months old, cropped so I looked softer than I remembered feeling that night, my hand tucked somewhere it had never actually been.More texts piled in fast, people I hadn't spoken to since orientation, suddenly very invested in my love life. I flipped the phone face-down against my knee. It kept lighting up anyway, a pale glow leaking through the case wi
Chapter 81: Another LiePOV: ClaraI practiced the crying in the car mirror three blocks away.Not fake tears, exactly. I just let myself feel the sting of the last hour again, the mute button clicking, Beckett's face going careful and distant, and by the time the gates came into view my eyes were actually wet. That part was easy. The same way I did, when I lied that Odette hit me. The hard part was walking through the front doors slow enough that my mascara had time to run.I didn't knock on the study door. I just pushed it open and stood there, letting my dad see me."Clara." He set his pen down so fast it rolled off the desk and clattered onto the floor somewhere he didn't bother chasing. "What happened?""Beckett left me." My voice came out cracked, thin, exactly the way it always did when I actually meant something, which was the whole trick of it, using the real thing to sell the fake one. "This morning. Out of nowhere. He just showed up and ended it.""I'm sorry."He crossed th
Chapter 80: ReassessmentPOV: BeckettThe water was colder than I expected, and shallower, which meant most of the impact went straight into my tailbone instead of cushioning anything.I came up gasping and furious and dripping in front of what felt like the entire campus population, phones still recording every single humiliating second of it. Water ran down my face and into my collar, cold enough to make my teeth ache. It tasted like pennies and rotting leaves.A dull, hot throb had already started at the base of my spine.Nobody helped me out.I climbed over the stone rim on my own, soaked through, my jeans dragging heavy against my legs. One shoe was gone somewhere in the fountain's murky depths. The other squelched with every step, loud enough that I heard it even over the laughter. My other foot, in nothing but a sodden sock, slapped wet against the pavement.The laughter followed me the whole walk back across the quad. Students I didn't know filmed me from every angle. Someone







