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Chapter 59: The Art Of Leverage
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Behind The Mask Chapter 92: The Billionaire’s Hidden Widow
Zara's POV Back home, I slipped into the shower. Feeling refreshed, I tried calling Raina, but she didn’t pick up, probably still at work.I decided to nap, and by the time I woke up, the evening light was already dimming. After a quick check on my laptop for some work updates, my phone buzzed. Sterling.“You make me want you more and more every day,” he confessed, his voice low, velvety.I laughed softly. “You’ll spoil me if you keep saying things like that.”We lingered in conversation, teasing and easy, before he mentioned Nana’s food.“I have to admit,” he said, “I’ve only had Indian food a handful of times, but nothing has ever come close to this.”“I told you,” I said smugly.He chuckled. “But still… nothing beats your chicken riggies.”“Oh, please,” I laughed, shaking my head. We spoke for a while longer.After we hung up, I tried Raina again. This time she answered, we greeted awkwardly then I went straight to the point.“I just wanted to tell you I did the polygraph test,” I
Behind The Mask Chapter 91: Office Sin
Zara's POV I went to Nana and hugged her warmly before sitting down beside her.“What was that about, beta?” she asked, her eyes narrowing with concern.“Nothing serious. Just Cassian trying to stir trouble between father and me, but it’s resolved now,” I assured her.“That snake,” she muttered, shaking her head.“I know, right?” I laughed.I joined her in the kitchen as she continued cooking, the air filled with the warm, spiced aroma of her dishes. When we finished, she served me, and I ate until my heart and stomach were satisfied, before asking for some takeaway.She happily packed it for me, humming as she worked. I reached into my bag and pulled out a perfume I had kept aside for her, the kind of excess Nico often bought. The moment I first saw it, I thought of Nana and decided to keep it for her.She gasped with delight when I handed it over, unwrapping the box carefully. The bottle itself was exquisite: round crystal, gleaming in the kitchen light, carrying a fragrance that w
Behind The Mask Chapter 90: A Lie Too Perfect
Zara's POV When I got back home, I drowned myself in research about polygraphs. Every article, every documentary, every late-night forum thread screamed the same thing, scientists don’t believe it works a hundred percent. It’s not magic, it's manipulation.I stumbled across a test of a high-profile criminal on video. He answered every question flawlessly. Then came the final one: “Did you lie during this interview?”“Yes,” he said calmly.The machine agreed.That moment hit me like a slap. He’d lied and trained himself so thoroughly that not even the needles on the polygraph twitched. He didn’t just lie; he believed it. His pulse stayed steady, his breath smooth, his eyes blank but sure.So, I started doing the same. I repeated it over and over until my throat felt raw: “I am Aria Everhart.”I practiced possible questions, answering them with unwavering calm, slipping into her skin like a second soul. I spoke her name in the mirror until it stopped sounding like a mask and started so
Behind The Mask Chapter 89: Jammed Truths
Zara's POV I took a deep breath and dropped the phone. When Sterling called later, I told him work was overwhelming and I needed to spend the weekend buried in it. We'd meet next week. He didn’t push, and I was grateful.But as I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, the question gnawed at me, what if the test exposes me? What if the machine screams that I am not Aria?Restless, I grabbed my laptop and started searching. Polygraph test. Hundreds of results poured in. I clicked a video. A man sat with wires wrapped around his chest, cuffs on his arm, sensors pressed to his skin. The screen showed his pulse, his breathing, the faintest electrical tremors in his body.I leaned forward. The truth is, the machine doesn’t actually know if you’re lying. It only listens to the body, the racing heartbeat, the hitch in a breath, the surge of sweat on the skin. That’s what betrays you. The examiner reads those spikes on the graph, and in their world, stress means deception.So no, the polygrap
Behind The Mask Chapter 88: The Voice
Zara's POVI opened my eyes, but I couldn’t move. My chest rose and fell, but my body felt like stone, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. It wasn’t like sleep paralysis, it was something darker and heavier, like being trapped under ice.‘What’s happening?’ I screamed inside my head.Then a voice answered. ‘Who are you?’My pulse thundered. It was my voice, but not mine. It was coming from inside, echoing like a ghost.‘What? Who’s there?’ I asked.‘How are you here?’ the voice demanded again.A cold pull snatched at my insides, like invisible hands trying to peel me out of my own skin. My vision flickered.“No! No, stop… STOP!” The last word tore from my throat, jagged and loud.I bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, my hands trembling. My voice was back, my body was mine, but my heart wouldn’t stop hammering. This had never happened before.Was Aria trying to come back?The thought slashed through me like ice. I had built her life. I had worn her skin. I had deceived every
Behind The Mask Chapter 87: Missed Chances
Zara's POV I returned to Dominic’s place and pushed my body until my muscles screamed. Every punch, every kick, every bead of sweat that hit the mat was me trying to silence the storm in my chest. My lungs burned, my knuckles stung, but I welcomed the ache. I needed the distraction.The irony wasn’t lost on me, I was training with the very man who had become the wedge between Raina and me. Every time his gaze lingered a second too long, I wanted to scream at him, but I bit down hard on the words. Maybe I had been too harsh on Raina, but I know her too well. She’s a lover girl to her core, soft where I’m steel, and I’ve seen her fall too easily, then drown in regret. And the thought of her repeating that mistake with Dominic? It churned my stomach.By the time I dragged myself home, every muscle was trembling. I showered until the water ran cold, threw on an oversized shirt, and forced myself to eat something. The silence of the house pressed in, Cassian was still out. Good. One less
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