LOGIN03~ The man in Mask
"Mark!, what are you doing here?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief. Mark the deceitful and cunning guy I knew all too well.
"Mamma mia, that is no way to address your boyfriend" he stepped forward.
"Boyfriend?...the last time I checked you were my younger brother's friend" I replied him witholding the urge to throw a slap in his face. ""Shush Baby girl, don't be so mean" he closes the gap between us.
"And what do you think you are doing?" I asked, giving a space between us.
Mark was the only guy out of Jere's friends that always crossed the line. I loved the way he cared for my brother Jere back then in school, they'd play together and he'd even get him sweets and all. That made me so happy and I started treating him like family. He then mistook the gestures and confessed his feelings to me. Things turned bitter when I caught Mark in a bed with my so-called friend just to get my attention but all to no avail. I pretended as if I knew nothing and gently asked my brother to cut ties with him and they never spoke to again.
"Come on Mamma, don't be like this. You know I have always loved you, and I still do..." Mark said as he stared at me in the eyes. "Wow, I never knew that Mark" I said sarcastically. "But wait... How's Aria?, haven't heard from her for a while" I asked, pretending to be surprised.
His face quickly turned pale, as he stared in disbelief. "You...you, Mia... I'm so.."he struggled with his words. I gently shook my head seeing that he got the message, I turned to leave. "And look, the next time you cross my way again Mark, I will forget you were once a friend" My eyes darting away, as I found my way to Chelsea's house.
It's been two days since I last stepped home. And for some reason I didn't feel like going back, but if I didn't anytime soon, Jeremiah might turn the house to something else.
""Good morning Chelsea" I yawned, rising from bed. Chelsea was fast asleep, she snores in the cutest way ever, she continued sleeping as I came down from the bed
Today was my day off, and Mr. Noah always loved this day, maybe because he was free from his medications and it was a lecture free day for him. He mostly calls me and tell me how peaceful his day had been without no one to disturb him.
Usually I spend the day with Jeremiah, sometimes going on a walk or making a nice dish but unfortunately I wasn't home. I dressed up, wearing a blue jean and a white top, I got a cab and headed to Mr Noah's mansion. I entered his house staring at the security personnel, they were different from the ones that normally stays with Mr Noah, might be his friend's. I gently opened the door after explaining I'm one of the workers here, due to the change in my clothes.
I went into the kitchen to see if I could make any meal and surprise Mr Noah with it. I started hearing some noise coming from Mr Noah's room, I couldn't quite figure it they were chattering or arguing, Rich People ways. I stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of an orange juice and a bottle off water, I got hit by a man, as I landed on the floor.
"I'm so sor..." i immediately went mute as I looked up to see the person who hit me. A nose mask covering his lower face, dirty blonde hair with it covering his eyes, but leaving a small space to sight his green eyes. For just a brief second, his eyes flashed a glance at me and then dashed away with men covered in black following him. I couldn't even mutter a word as I sat on the floor trying to figure out what just happened. If only the drink hadn't spilled on me, I would have thought that thiis was my imagination.
"Mia!" Nelson called as he sighted me on the floor. Nelson was one of Mr Noah's bodyguard, he might have the highest rank because Mr Noah goes nowhere if he isn't there. He quickly rushed to me raising me to my feet as he stared at tray and my already stained cloth. "Oh Thank you Nelson" I dust myself as I took the tray back to the kitchen. "Why are you even here?, isn't it your day off?" He asked, chucking. "I'll go check on Mr Noah, I'll be right back" I walked up the staircase soon reaching Mr Noah's room.
"Sir?" I gently knocked, calling out. After waiting without any response, I pushed the door open. "Sir?" I called out searching the room saw nobody in the room. My eyes scrolled the room as I saw it was neat not even scattered.
"Mr Noah?" I gently called as I saw him on the balcony in his room, his back facing me as he stood there watching the view.
"There you are, have been searching for you Mr Noah" I said, moving closer to him. "Leave Mia" he said, his voice brooking no room for argument as my mouth widened in awe. "Mr Noah?" I gently called his name, trying to know if I heard him right. "Mr Noah, are you...?" , Nelson quickly barged in and apologised to Mr Noah on my behalf, he took my hands and led me out of the room while I couldn't stop looking at Mr Noah.
"Why did you do that Nelson?" I asked him, as we reached downstairs. "Look Mia, this isn't the right time to be here, please go now and make sure to call me when you get home, alright?" he said at once. "What's happening here?" I asked disoriented. "First, it was that guy...Now Mr Noah, what happened?" I asked curiously.
"Guy?... You saw a guy?" Nelson asked me, as his eyes searched mine. "Oh yes, earlier when I was on the floor, there was this guy with...uhm, he wore a mask though, so I couldn't see him clearly" I said, trying to see if there were any more hints to describing him.
"Oh, the man in the mask?...You mean sir Mason?...Mr Noah's son?" He asked as my jaw dropped.
"You know Mason?" My eyes widened as I froze. His hand twisted tighter in my hair, pinning my head back against the pillow, while his other arm slammed across my chest, trapping my arms at my sides. Panic surged through me, my legs kicking weakly beneath him, but he was too heavy, too strong—my feeble pushes against his shoulders did nothing but make him chuckle darkly. "You think you can just leave?" he growled, his breath hot and sour against my neck. His free hand clawed at the neckline of my shirt, ripping the fabric with a sharp tear that exposed my bra. I gasped, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, tears stinging my eyes as I tried to twist away. "No, Jake, stop—please!" My voice came out as a whimper, barely audible over the roar of my fear. "Shut the fuck up bi—" Just then, a vase fell from the door making him pause to look. I grabbed the opportunity to kick him in his lower legs, hurrying out of the room. “Mia!!!” He yelled, his footsteps rushing behind me. My legs tan
I yawned, walking down the stairs.“Morning, Momma.”Mason smirked, chewing on a piece of dough. He looked dangerously breathtaking, his sleeves rolled up.I rolled my eyes, heading into the dining room.“An attitude this early?” he muttered, his eyes trailing my every step until I sat across from him.“Where were you last night?”He asked it so casually that I choked on the water I was sipping.“It’s none of your business,” I shot back, meeting his dark eyes as I reached for the jar.“That’s no way to speak to your husband, baby girl,” he warned, a smirk playing on his lips.“Husband? Who… you?” I scoffed.I barely reached for my cup before his hand seized mine.“Mason!” I gasped as he pulled me onto his lap.“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” he asked, his grip tightening around my waist.Just then, a man dressed in black—one of his men—walked in, leaning down to murmur something in Mason’s ear.Mason’s expression shifted, softening for a split second before he dismissed h
I yawned, walking down the stairs.“Morning, Momma.”Mason smirked, chewing on a piece of dough. He looked dangerously breathtaking, his sleeves rolled up.I rolled my eyes, heading into the dining room.“An attitude this early?” he muttered, his eyes trailing my every step until I sat across from him.“Where were you last night?”He asked it so casually that I choked on the water I was sipping.“It’s none of your business,” I shot back, meeting his dark eyes as I reached for the jar.“That’s no way to speak to your husband, baby girl,” he warned, a smirk playing on his lips.“Husband? Who… you?” I scoffed.I barely reached for my cup before his hand seized mine.“Mason!” I gasped as he pulled me onto his lap.“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” he asked, his grip tightening around my waist.Just then, a man dressed in black—one of his men—walked in, leaning down to murmur something in Mason’s ear.Mason’s expression shifted, softening for a split second before he dismissed h
“Morning, ma’am.”One of Mason’s bodyguards greeted me as I nodded, chewing my bread.My body ached, and my mouth felt sour.All thanks to the so-called monster I call my husband.The atmosphere in the house felt cool—not suffocating like it always was—and somehow, I knew Mason wasn’t around. I hadn’t seen him since yesterday.“Do you know where…” I started, and the guard turned, listening attentively.“Never mind.”I forced a smile, and he nodded before hurrying out.Mason’s POV“Please… I swear I know nothing about it. I swear.”The smoke from my cigar curled through the dim room as his pleas grew louder, more desperate.I stepped in, the faint glow of my cigar the only thing cutting through the darkness.“Benvenuto, capo.”They chorused, bowing their heads.I lit my cigar properly, taking my time as my eyes settled on the man tied to the chair.“Lorenzo…”“Please… spare my life, Boss. I sincerely don’t—”“Spara” I commanded.He screamed in pain as the gun rang out loudly, the bulle
37~ Fucked And Ruined “Morning, baby girl.” His voice brushed softly against my face, pulling me from sleep. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, still heavy, still unsure. “Good morning” he murmured again, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, his eyes already searching mine. For a second, I froze. Wait… was I dreaming? “Er—ouch” I groaned suddenly, a sharp ache shooting through my hips. My legs felt sore, heavy, like I’d run miles in my sleep. “Easy” he said quickly, sliding his hands under my legs and settling them carefully back onto the bed. “Don’t stress yourself, Mia.” He winked, patting my head lightly, the gesture so familiar it almost broke me. As he pulled his hand away, panic surged through me. I reached out instinctively, fingers wrapping tightly around his palm. “Ma… Mason” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey,” he said softly, immediately pulling me into his arms. “Why are you crying?” God… was he really back? I buried my face into h
36~ That's my Girl I yawned, reaching for the remote and turning on the television. Mason wasn’t home. For the first time that day, the house felt quiet and peaceful. And yet, something gnawed at me. The phone call from that morning replayed in my mind. He’d been tense, his voice sharp and angry, pacing as he spoke in hushed tones. I hadn’t heard the full conversation, but the last words he’d said before hanging up stuck with me. If I have to die, I’ll die. My chest tightened. What had he meant by that? My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered cautiously. I could hear breathing on the other end. Slow and Intentional. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice firmer now. The line went dead. I stared at the screen, unease creeping up my spine. Shaking it off, I stood and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. Keeping busy helped—at least a little. I hated Mason’s attitude lately. I hated how cold
28~ I'd Rather DieChelsea’s POV"Ne… Nelson!"His name fell out of my mouth before I could stop myself.He froze.Slowly, he turned, finding me standing behind him, watching him with everything I’d just heard burning in my chest."How could you?" My voice cracked."Mia...Mia loved you, Nelson!"A
22~ Finding MiaMASON POV“Mason, look… her phone couldn’t be tracked, but based on everything I found, there’s a guy named Mark here. That’s the only person linked to Mia apart from Jeremiah” Enzo said as we sat.“Mark… yes, Mark” Chelsea’s eyes widened.“Are you okay?” I asked, already irritated.
35~ Mine to own, Mine to fuck My body ached from the night before. I pushed myself up slowly, my legs sore as I steadied my breath. I made my way downstairs toward the dining room, and froze. He was already there. Mason lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting mine with a calm, unsettling sm
34~ Sex in the Car I packed my bags, brushing my clothes into them with shaking hands. The memories of last night washed over me. This wasn’t what I wanted; wasn’t what I had dreamed of. How has Mason changed so much? We’d been married for two years, yet the shift in him felt sudden and suf







