ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION The storm outside was violent, lashing rain against the towering windows of the Russo estate, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside. Khloe had just put Luca to bed. The boy had been unusually restless, frightened by the thunder, so she had let him hold a small,…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION Nora Bailey arrived at 8:10 p.m. Clare sat at the far end. I sat across from her, not beside her. Distance mattered. Documentation mattered more. Nora looked at Clare first. “Explain the request.” Clare folded her hands. “Julian is using anonymous rumors to argue I’m unstable and isolated. The board…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION The silence in the Obsidian Room was absolute. Every patron held their breath, their eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them—the most powerful man in Chicago kneeling beside a pregnant waitress, his expression a terrifying mask of controlled fury. Khloe Kensington opened her mouth to protest, but Rocco stepped…
PART 1 — THE NIGHTCLUB Panic tastes like cola and stale gin. Zoe pressed her spine against the damp flock velvet wallpaper of the corridor, willing her heart to stop hammering against her ribs. The bass from the main floor of the underground club vibrated through the soles of her boots, rattling her teeth. She…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION For two weeks, Vittorio studied her the way he studied everyone who entered his world—carefully, from the periphery of his attention, where people believed they were invisible. She arrived at 6:00 every morning through the service entrance, changed in the staff room, began her rotation through the estate’s 22 rooms…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION Adrien came downstairs nearly an hour later. He loosened his tie as he entered the kitchen, already checking messages on his phone. His schedule had always been relentless—meetings, calls, events, endless responsibilities. “Morning,” he said casually. “Morning.” He kissed my cheek without looking up from the screen. It was automatic,…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION Zoe finally pulled her head back, looking down at the face inches from hers. Up close, his eyes were a startling inky black. There was a small, pale scar slicing through his left eyebrow. “I’m sorry,” she choked out. She scrambled to untangle her legs, sliding off his lap and…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION Jessica crossed the hall without glancing at Kong. She crouched in front of Minnie, took the bag from his hands, said something low and private—her voice dropping into the frequency she reserved exclusively for him, soft enough that it didn’t carry. Minnie pressed against her shoulder. She rose and turned…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION The complication came just after lunch when my ex-fiancé Renwick appeared among the guests. He was a friend of the groom’s side, apparently, and the moment I saw him, my body went cold. Renwick had left me with a wedding dress hanging in my closet and a note saying he…
ACT 1 — IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION Marabel apologized again and again, each apology smaller than the last. She said she would leave before I called the police. She said she knew she had done wrong. She said she had tried the shelter, but they had no room until evening. She said Rusk knew the places she…
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