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The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 15
It had been ten months since the accident, yet Jason felt like he had only just begun to breathe again. His body, which had been broken and bruised beyond recognition, had recovered at an alarming rate that surprised his doctor. Dr. Mark Atkins had been certain it would take years for him to regain any semblance of his old strength, but Jason had defied expectations. His bones had mended quicker than anticipated, and his muscles had followed suit. However, his mind remained locked away, trapped in a burning fog and no matter how hard he tried, the memories eluded him.There were too many unanswered questions that gnawed at him in his quiet moments. What had he looked like before the accident? Was he the same person now that he had become? What had his life been like? And, most pressing of all, how had the accident happened? Every time he asked, his father, Mr. ArkWrath, his Aunt May, and even Dr. Atkins, they would change the subject or keep their responses vague.The more time passed
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 16
Jason woke up to the familiar soft sunlight creeping through the thick curtains of his room. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know where he was. The plushness of the bed, the faint scent of lavender in the air, and the quiet hum of the mansion’s air conditioning system all pointed to one undeniable fact: he was still in his father’s mansion on Danslen’s Island. It felt strange to be so used to the place, yet so unfamiliar with it at the same time.He stretched slowly, feeling the stiffness in his limbs—a faint reminder of just how far he'd come since the accident. The ache had faded long ago, but every so often, a small twinge would flare up, like the echo of the pain that once consumed him.Jason glanced at the bedside clock. *10:15 AM.*"Dammit," he muttered to himself, quickly sitting up. He had to wash up and get ready to meet his father before his 11:00 AM meeting. His father’s meetings were always a rigid schedule, a daily routine that began at that time and lasted until
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 17
Jason stared blankly at the three diaries laid out before him. The leather covers were worn, edges frayed, and the paper within yellowed with age. Each one was roughly the size of his hand, but the weight they carried was far heavier. He wondered, almost in disbelief, how much of his own life he had experienced to have filled three separate books with such deep, personal thoughts. It felt... surreal. He could hardly imagine himself diligently documenting every passing thought. He was the kind of person who couldn’t even trust his own memories anymore. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, bitter and tinged with irony as his memories were fleeting, like wisps of smoke that had dissolved the moment the accident occurred. Every time he tried to reach for one of those fleeting memories, it felt like it slipped through his fingers. Perhaps that was his punishment for some unknown mistake in the past. Jason reached for the nearest diary. His fingers brushed over the cover, a dark, cracked le
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 18
Jason sat in the stillness of his room, the faint light from the desk lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The quiet felt suffocating, his mind was a jumbled mess, disjointed fragments of a life he couldn’t remember. The accident had taken so much from him, not just the memory of faces and names, but the very essence of who he was. He had decided earlier to leave the diaries untouched. They were too much to handle, too personal, too far removed from the man he was now becoming. The first one had been dismissed in a heartbeat, too juvenile, too meaninglessness and reckless for an adult like him. But there was something about the second diary. Something about the way it had sat on his desk, its leather cover worn but sturdy, as though it was waiting for him. It was almost as if it had been calling to him all along.He picked it up.The weight of it in his hands was different from the first. With a resigned breath, Jason opened it to the first page. As his eyes fell on the words
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 19
Jason barely noticed when the door creaked open. “I’m heading out on a business trip,” his father’s voice came, firm but with a touch of detachment. His gaze briefly scanned the room, landing on Jason as if ensuring his presence was acknowledged. "While you’re getting acquainted with your past," he continued, "make sure you’re preparing your mind for the present."Jason shifted uneasily, eyes avoiding his father’s, as the words hung in the air like an unspoken command. There was still a sense of distance between them, a chasm that hadn’t quite filled. Without waiting for a response, Jason’s father reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sleek phone. He handed it over to Jason, the gesture clinical, almost rehearsed. "Whatever you find," he said quietly, eyes narrowing slightly, "whatever you remember... just remember this... Remember that letting go is the only way to start a new life."Jason felt the weight of the phone in his hand. He looked down at it for a long moment, try
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 20
The flash drive sat heavily in Jason's hand, its cold plastic surface almost a reminder of the weight of his newfound knowledge. He fixed it in the USB port and watched as its contents was displayed on the screen in front of him. He clicked open the first folder, and his eyes skimmed over the names neatly arranged on the screen. The ArkWrath family was well-organized, their names grouped under the families they belonged to, or, in some cases, by their roles within the business empire. But one folder caught his attention immediately: THE HIERARCHY. He clicked on it with a feeling of unease settling in his stomach.The folder opened revealing a series of picture files labeled after each member of the ArkWrath family. As he clicked through the folders, one by one, a sense of uneasiness crept stealthily over him. Each image was almost cold and were simply formal portraits of the family members. But it was the attached documents that pulled him in deeper."Winston ArkWrath... Mauve ArkWrat
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 21
“Tell me about us, Father... I want to hear from you. I’ve read stuff, I’ve seen things, but... I want you to tell me about ArkWrath. Who are we? How far have we come? Are we good people, or are we the ones on the other side of the light? Why do we run the state of ArkWrath?” Jason asked, not breaking eye contact with his father, Winston ArkWrath. His voice was steady but carried a weight, one that came from curiosity, confusion, and now, an undeniable desire to understand.Winston ArkWrath, sitting across from his son in his office, sighed heavily. He sat back in his leather chair, a picture of control and authority. His hand slowly lifted the porcelain cup of black coffee to his lips, and as he took a sip, his eyes met Jason’s. A slow smile spread across his face, but there was something in his gaze, something that suggested he had seen more than enough to know how difficult it was for his son to ask these questions.“One at a time, Jason,” Winston finally said, setting the cup down
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 22
"But before your practice of first-hand combat, you have to learn about our rivals," Winston said firmly, his voice steady yet laced with an underlying tension. He leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light from the chandelier casting shadows across his sharp features. "I wouldn't call them our enemies, though."Jason tilted his head slightly, his confusion evident. "And they are?" he asked, furrowing his brow as he tried to piece together what his father was hinting at."Don't play dumb, boy... You know them already," Winston replied exasperatedly, his tone growing sharper as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk.Jason hesitated for a moment before venturing cautiously, "The ArkAnti state and their empire?""Yes, and...?" Winston prompted, raising an eyebrow as if daring Jason to think harder."Who else?!" Jason asked with a broad grin, clearly enjoying the little game of cat and mouse. His attempt to lighten the mood was obvious.Winston's lips curled into a smirk. "Y
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CHAPTER 56
Olivia had been awake for some time before the knock at her door came. The soft rapping was brief, urgent—just enough to stir her from her thoughts. She opened it to find one of the staff, his expression unreadable, delivering a simple instruction: 'Jason needed everyone by the poolside.'No explanation. No reason.But she knew better than to ask.Olivia’s mind raced as she closed the door behind her. The mansion had grown quieter in the last few hours, the hum of the party’s afterglow now a distant memory. When she opened the wardrobe, there were several dresses—a few were undoubtedly her style, tailored to fit her perfectly. She quickly changed into gym wear, the tank top and joggers fitting her perfectly, as though someone had predicted what she would wear. By the time she reached the poolside after following the directions given by the butler earlier, the others had already gathered—seven people, herself included. Her gaze flickered over them, noting the unease in the others' eye
CHAPTER 55
The golf cart stopped.Jason stepped out into the soft breeze of the the impending dawn. A sliver of silence settled around him like a second skin. He offered a tired nod to Uncle B, then ascended the steps of the mansion alone, feet echoing on marble.Inside, the entire building was drenched in stillness and the night lights. The grand chandelier above the foyer was dimmed now, its brilliance reduced to a moody glimmer. Jason moved to and through the hallway, the soles of his shoes pressing against memory-soaked rug.He reached his door. Then paused.The handle.It bore subtle but undeniable signs of tampering—fine scratches along the base, faint scuffs against the lacquered metal. To the average eye, it was nothing. To Jason, it was a message. One not spoken, but carved in silence.His mask tilted slightly which made him yank it of, as he surveyed it. Calmly, he reached for the handle, turned it, and stepped inside.The room welcomed him with its quiet familiarity—minimalist décor
CHAPTER 54
As he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home-cooked meals and the soft glow of light from the chandelier welcomed him. The interior was plush, yet understated. The furniture was comfortable, not extravagant, and the space had an aura of quiet elegance. There was a sense of peace here, something Jason had never experienced in his father’s mansion especially when he was convalescing . He settled into a large couch, and Aunt May quickly brought him a cup of cold chocolate, which she handed to him with a delicate smile. Jason hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the cup. He took a sip, then another, the cool liquid soothing him as it traveled down his throat. It was good, comforting even. But then, as the drink settled in his stomach, something strange happened.A sharp pain jolted through his mind—a brief, excruciating sensation that felt as though something deep within him had snapped loose. The pain lingered only for a moment, but it was enough to make him close his eyes and c
CHAPTER 53
As they touched down, Jason picked up his tuxedo, tie and laptop and exited the helicopter. Olivia was helped down by whom she later realised was Winston's butler. Jason greeted him formally and asked about whether his father had returned from Arkwrath as they walked towards a towering masiom which was where he had recuperated after the accident that nearly killed him. Olivia thought that she had seen enough surprise for the evening but Jason had just taken the first scene as the lead actor and the freaking main character and she was about to see the ruthless and red flag version of the man she thought might be a walking green forest. The moon cast a silvery glow over the serene landscape of Dalsen Island, where Jason and Olivia stepped in the golf cart, the hum of the electric motor the only sound breaking the stillness. The events of the evening had been a whirlwind—an emotional rollercoaster that Jason had anticipated, yet it was one he knew he had to endure. Olivia, ever observa
CHAPTER 52
Olivia was already drained by the end of the evening. She had spent the night engaging in spontaneous, high-stakes conversations with everyone Jason had met, responding to their questions, trying to fit into a world where she wasn’t quite sure where she belonged. It had been exhilarating, but now, as she slid into the car beside Jason, she felt every ounce of fatigue in her body. The moment the door closed behind them, Olivia leaned her head against the cool glass, closing her eyes for a moment of quiet. She had assumed they were headed back to his mansion, or perhaps to one of the hotels Jason now owns. After all, this night was all about Jason, wasn’t it? The thought of him heading back to the solitude of his father's mansion didn’t even cross her mind.But as she began to drift into a light sleep, the sudden jolt of the car’s movement woke her from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, the grogginess clouding her thoughts.Jason, sensing her waking, leaned over and whispered softl
CHAPTER 51
Olivia couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, though she tried. His mysterious aura seemed to pull at something deep within her, a mix of curiosity and… caution. She’d seen him speak to countless people tonight, his words measured, his movements precise, and that mask, that damned mask, seemed to make him even more enigmatic.. A part of her wanted to unravel the mystery of him, to know what lay beneath that mask, beneath the layers he so carefully kept hidden. But she wasn’t sure if she was prepared to face whatever truths he kept locked away.She sighed, pushing the thoughts aside. Her focus should have been on the room, but instead, it kept returning to Jason, his gaze, the way his presence shifted the energy in the space. He wasn’t just another man; he was dangerous in the most captivating way.Across the room, Jason was deep in conversation with Mary Laston, the CEO of L'ton Industries. A woman who seemed to consume power with every breath she took. Mary was the kind of woman who
CHAPTER 50
The grand hall of ArkWrath Manor buzzed with a quiet, but palpable, tension. Guests milled about in the sea of glimmering gowns and sharp tuxedos, the air thick with whispered conversations and unspoken alliances.At the center of it all stood **Olivia**, her pixie cut framing her sharp, determined features. Gone was the girl who had entered the ArkWrath empire mere months ago, uncertain and unnoticed. In her place was a woman who carried herself like she owned every inch of the room. The dress Jason had selected for her tonight—a fitted midnight black silk gown, velvet and flowing, with lace embroidery along the hem—was breathtaking. The long slit up the side of the gown allowed her to move like a shadow, fluid and untouchable. Jason ArkWrath—president of the entire ArkWrath empire—had, according to the press, chosen wisely. Jason appeared at her side again, his deep-set eyes hidden behind a black and gold mask that matched his dark tailored suit perfectly. There was a certain wild
CHAPTER 49
The night had finally arrived. The city of ArkWrath buzzed with anticipation as the opening chords of a new era played out in the luxurious ballroom of the ArkWrath estate. The welcoming party was not just an event—it was a statement. Every detail, every glance exchanged, every whispered word carried weight. Jason stood before the large mirror in his suite, his father’s new butler—a tall, perfectly composed man named Benet—having finished the final adjustments to his attire. Jason’s tuxedo was tailored to perfection, black as the night with gold accents that subtly hinted at the opulence of the ArkWrath legacy. His mask, a work of art, rested over his face, hiding his expression from the world. The ArkWrath family did not simply walk into a room; they commanded it. And tonight, Jason was going to make sure the world saw him as more than just a name—he was the face of this empire. He barely noticed Benet fussing with his cufflinks, his mind preoccupied with the events to come. His f
CHAPTER 48
Jason stood by the grand windows of his mansion, the floor-to-ceiling glass offering him a sweeping view of Arkwrath serene coastline. The sun was just beginning to set, casting its golden light across the shimmering water. This mansion was the perfect place for power players like himself to keep their secrets hidden. But secrets, as Jason had come to learn, were never fully hidden. They had a way of bubbling up, especially when you had too many people to trust.His father’s call had come just two days ago, and now, with the welcoming party drawing near, Jason was still grappling with the weight of the conversation. Winston, his father, had been unusually insistent that Jason make time to visit Aunt May. The invitation was personal, informal, and in Jason's eyes, fraught with potential complications."Aunt May insists on cooking for you," Winston had said, his voice gruff but warm. "She wants to meet the man who's taken over everything that once belonged to her husband. I understand
