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The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 29
...Cain leaned back in his chair, visibly frustrated but unwilling to show weakness again as he opened up his laptop. Cain knew he had lost this round. Jason had already made his point: he was fearless. And that was something even Cain couldn’t manipulate.Cain glanced up from his laptop, his eyes flickering over Jason with an almost dismissive glance. With a practiced air of nonchalance, he closed the laptop with a swift motion, standing up immediately. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Jason directly, choosing instead to carry the laptop with him as he walked towards the far side of the office. Jason, unfazed as ever, immediately proceeded to start where Cain had vacated. He began sweeping the area under the desk, he realized that the office, with its sleek, polished surfaces and sharp edges, felt almost suffocating in its perfection. It was large, almost as big as the president’s office, and it offered a commanding view of the rest of the headquarters, and beyond that, the sprawlin
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 30
Cain sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming anxiously on the polished wood. His mind was a whirlwind of frustration, anger, and strategy. The scene in his office, the humiliating confrontation with the newcomer janitor, still played over and over in his head, gnawing at him. He could hardly believe it had escalated so quickly. What had begun as a simple disagreement had turned into a full-blown spectacle, one that now involved not only his own men but the president's personal bodyguards as well.Cain’s pulse quickened as he replayed the moment in vivid detail. He had allowed himself to be provoked, something he hadn't done in years. But now, more than ever, he understood that he couldn’t afford any distractions. He needed to act, quickly, decisively. And above all, he had to ensure that no one spoke of what had happened.His bodyguards had been there, but they hadn’t seen much, only the tail-end of what had been a much more humiliating exchange. Cain had never been one to back down
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 31
The locker room grew quiet again, the tension thick in the air. Jason stood in front of the row of lockers, his reflection staring back at him from the dirty mirror. He adjusted his mask, pulling it down slightly to ensure it fit comfortably over his face. The familiar weight of the nosemask had always been a source of comfort for him, a shield that kept the world from seeing the parts of him that he wants to keep hidden.Behind him, Huda sat on the bench, his eyes carefully studying Jason. Huda had been the kind of guy who’d never asked too many questions, always keeping to himself, until recently. Jason could feel the shift in the air whenever Huda was around. He wasn’t just the coworker anymore. He was asking more questions than was safe, and that made Jason uneasy.Jason adjusted the hem of his uniform, pretending not to notice the subtle tension in the room. But Huda’s voice broke the silence.“What’s your deal with the president, Lucas? You’re stepping on toes without thinking
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 32
Jason’s hand tightened around the phone as he pressed the redial button again. His heart pounded, but not from fear as he was now used to high-stakes situations. No, this time, it was the sudden shift in his usual routine that had him on edge. He had specifically called his driver, Crux, to pick him up from the parking lot instead of the usual bus stop two blocks away. It wasn’t something he’d normally do, but something about today felt different. The people on the sidewalk had already started to notice, eyes tracking the car as it pulled out of the lot. Jason didn’t care about the stares. And right now, he couldn’t even shake off the feeling that he was being watched.“Everything alright?” Jason asked, his gaze sharp, glancing out the window to check their surroundings.“Everything’s fine, sir,” Crux replied, keeping his voice steady, but Jason could see the faint tension in the man’s posture. It was subtle, but it was there. Jason’s instincts were never wrong. As they merged onto
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 33
He hadn't planned on sleeping that long, but fatigue had a way of creeping up on him. Jason had slept for more than six hours on the couch in his study before he was woken up by a sudden crash that sounded like the shatter of a glass window. Instinct kicked in immediately, cutting through the haze of sleep like a razor.His hand reached for the sleek, black combat knife on the coffee table. The weight of the blade felt familiar in his grip, but it was the revolver that truly made him feel ready. He grabbed his Samuel Colt revolver from beneath the top of the coffee table, slipping a silencer onto its muzzle with practiced ease. The quiet click as he loaded the gun echoed softly through the silent room.Jason moved quickly, but silently, out of his study. His door had been reinforced and made in such a way that it creaked not once, even under the weight of his movements. His fingers wrapped around the doorframe as he slid into the hallway.The corridor was shrouded in shadows. The apar
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 34
Saturday morning arrived with a sharp chill, though nothing could match the cold dread that gripped the hearts of the few who had received Mr. Winston Arkwrath’s urgent summons. The letter, sealed with his unmistakable crest, had been delivered by his trusted butler, who had personally ensured its arrival to 59 of the most influential figures in ArkWrath. It wasn’t just any letter, it was an order. An unspoken one wrapped in formality, the kind of message that left no room for questions.Winston ArkWrath had never been a man to waste words. The letter contained only the essentials: an emergency meeting to be held two days later at the headquarters, a gathering of all major stakeholders, executives, and department heads. It was clear this was not an invitation, it was a command and no one could ignore the weight of the situation.But it wasn’t just the letter that carried the message. At the same time, an email had arrived in the inboxes of the same group, each one coming directly fro
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 35
The clock on Mauve’s desk ticked louder than usual, each passing second feeling heavier than the last. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he stared at the letter that still lay in front of him. The crisp parchment, sealed with Winston’s unmistakable crest, seemed to mock him in its simplicity. A year ago, he had made a critical mistake. A failure that still stung, one that he hadn’t fully forgiven himself for.Mauve’s fingers drummed lightly against the polished wood of his desk as he remembered the mission he’d assigned. It had seemed so straightforward then: eliminate the only heir left to Winston’s business empire.But, as with most of Mauve’s plans, things hadn’t gone as expected.The people Mauve had chosen to carry out the task, his trusted agents, handpicked for their loyalty and their experience, had failed him.The operation had fallen apart quickly. The moment Mauve’s agents lost contact, he knew that the plan had failed. He had no choice but to eliminate those
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 36
It was now Monday, and the glass conference room hummed with the subtle buzz of activity. The room, sleek and modern, exuded power as its polished floors reflecting the sharp, angular edges of the classy furniture. The walls, adorned with massive digital screens, displayed the ArkWrath logo in stark contrast to the otherwise single colour, grey decor. Two reporters, seasoned professionals known for breaking the most confidential news from headquarters, sat in their designated corner, marked Media Section. They were quiet but observant, poised with their pens ready to capture not just the words spoken but the unsaid. The emotions, the shifts in energy, nothing was beyond their scrutiny. They had spent seven years in that room, learning to decode the faintest sigh, the flicker of an eyelash, the nervous shift of a hand. In this world of power drift and secrecy, they were now masters of reading between the lines. Today, however, something felt different, more dangerously exciting. The r
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Her stomach lurched. The gnawing feeling of betrayal and confusion surged through her, her mind struggling to reconcile the image before her "Was this the same man?" Her head spun, her knees growing weak as she instinctively took a step back, the sound of her breath ragged as she tried to process the sight.She couldn’t stay here. But just as she turned to run, the door to the hallway clicked open, and Olivia froze, her eyes wide with dread. It was Uncle B and someone else, Jason. The two figures stepped into the hallway walking towards her view, their presence suffocating the air around her. She was caught. Jason’s eyes locked onto hers instantly, his gaze piercing, knowing. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a smile that sent an unsettling chill down her spine. He knew.Olivia’s heart sank, her feet rooted to the spot. She had hoped for answers, for clarity, but now, all she had was confusion—and something much darker. "What was happening?"Jason, as calm and cold a
CHAPTER 57
The tension in the air was thick as Olivia stood frozen by the poolside, her eyes locked onto Jason as paused and walked back towards them. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the cruel spectacle unfold before her. His behavior was almost unrecognizable—ruthless, detached, as if every shred of humanity had been peeled away from him in the blink of an eye. The mask was gone, but it didn’t matter anymore. It was as though Jason had become something else—something unhinged, a monster wrapped in human skin. Her eyes traced the dark, jagged scars on his upper body, both physical and psychological. And his facial expression… it was a mask of barely contained rage, twisted in a way that made her stomach churn. He was no longer the man she had come to know—the reserved, enigmatic figure who wore his mask to hide his identity and maybe his pain. Now, he was all aggression and unyielding anger, his eyes wild and frightening as they pierced through the butler few minutes before.Oli
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
