LOGINHis thumb pressed against my lower lip and I forgot every reason this was wrong. "You keep looking at me like that in my classroom, Miss Alexander." His voice was low, meant only for me, and it made me ache, I was soaked, embarrassingly so. His other hand was flat against the desk behind me, caging me in, and I could feel the heat of him from inches away. "Like what?" I whispered. "Like you want me to ruin you." His deep rasp caressed my skin like a candle flame. God help me. I did. "Professor O'Brien." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "We really shouldn't—" Not here. Not when class was due in the next minute. Yet… "No." His eyes dropped to my mouth. "We really shouldn't." Neither of us moved. .... Moon Alexander was handed a marriage contract at nineteen by her uncle who raised and ruined her and was told to sign in his daughter's place, have a child for a stranger and get her freedom. Her husband is her art professor and he is the most dangerous man she has ever been in a room with. Their marriage was meant to be a secret, they barely even speak to each other. But then everything changes when secrets, yearning and desire threaten to ruin their carefully constructed roles. It all starts with one kiss. And soon the Muse will become the Artist's damnation.
View MoreMOON – Chapter 4This is fine. This is totally fine.I'm not having a panic attack because the man I'm married to is right in front of me, teaching the most important class to me.I try to focus and fail woefully, my eyes on him like they're stuck, unable to look away."Helloooo? Anyone home?"My eyes abruptly snap up from my fiddling fingers and meet curious ones shining with mirth."Oh, she hears me!"It was the girl seated next to me, she had ridiculously long black hair that was so dark it almost looked blue in the light, brown eyes that seemed eager to know and see everything and she looked to be of Asian descent."You look like you've just seen a ghost.""Oh...uh..I..." I stumbled over my words like a bumbling fool. I couldn't explain to her just how right she was. Seeing a ghost was an understatement compared to the shit I was currently in.I heard the low rasp of his voice again as his lecture about technique when it came to shades began and God help me, I wanted nothing more
MOONI've always known I have the worst luck, since I was eleven and was made to attend a school competition on Aphrodite's behalf, since I watched the trophy being given to my cousin and the awards I'd earned being hung on her walls.Watching the friends I'd made turn their backs on me because on the days where my cousin and I would switch identities, she would manage to ruin every single friendship or relationship I had in less than a day.When I was told about college, I knew it was one of those rare instances where my luck might finally work out for me. I took the opportunity and now...It was the first day of school, and I'd also officially been locked up in the room of my new home for over twenty hours, alternating between sobbing, unpacking and pressing my ear against the door whenever I heard footsteps. His footsteps.The next morning came with a slightly brighter sun. I felt lighter, although I suspected it might've been because I hadn't eaten properly in over two days. There
MOON Three days after I'd agreed to assume my cousin's identity, my future husband's family had sent in a contract — a solid marriage contract with clauses that were ironclad and requirements that had me rethinking the deal I had made with my uncle. I had a curfew, as well as a set amount of social events a year I was expected to attend. I had to go off social media and right at the bottom of the last page was an NDA — I kid you not — written more boldly than the word marriage. I was to never disclose any discussions heard from the family, or had with my husband after the marriage ended. I was to, in quote, be ready to give birth and leave the child without issue and not expect a shared custody scenario. In a nutshell, I was simply a baby-making machine, a means to an end and a part of me was beginning to think my uncle accepted this offer in the first place with the full intention of having me take his daughter's place. After signing the contract with shaky hands and watching
MOON I was born into generational wealth but my parents died in a plane crash when I was only ten years old. My uncle, Edmund Alexander and his wife, Bethany, got custody of me, as well as access to everything my parents had left behind. They took me in, fed me, made sure I had a bed and a warm place to sleep.But sometimes I wish I hadn't survived that plane crash while my parents burned to death.If I'd died with them, maybe...just maybe..."Moon!" My uncle's fists slammed down on the dining table, his soup spilling and soaking the tablecloth. Spittle from his mouth landed on my face, and I fought the urge to flinch, wipe my face and create more distance between us. His face was contorted with anger, teeth audibly gnashing against one another.My aunt sat beside him. And my cousins beside her.They all had the same look on their faces—one I wished wasn't so familiar to me in that moment."Why must you always argue? What value have you brought to this family that makes you think you






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