Semua Bab Twisted Fate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Come on!” Mason growled as he slammed into the lady from the back repeatedly while she moaned. “Yes, baby,” she screamed in response. Mason was in a hotel room and having fun with another one of his many chicks when his phone rang.At first, Mason ignored the call, but when it persisted, he decided to check it out. Mason put the lady on him to ride him herself and checked the phone.It was a call from the person he had hired to find out as much as she could about Josie, and it seemed that he now had an update for him. Mason reluctantly shifted the woman off him, and he went to the verandah to answer the call as he never let anyone listen to his conversations, no matter how close they were to him.“Hello, this better be good. You're interrupting my fun time, and I don't like this,” Mason said arrogantly.“Well, if you want, I could always call back when you are done with your trysts,” the man replied, unwilling to accept any nonsense from him.Mason was not happy about this, and he

Mason couldn't stop pacing the room, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities.The revelation had flipped his world upside down. Claire — the so-called Josie — was not just an imposter; she was prey, vulnerable and alone.And now, he held the knife that could cut through the delicate illusion she had so carefully crafted."This changes everything," Mason muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stared out of the hotel window.The neon lights of the city blurred in his vision, but his focus remained razor-sharp.The agent's words still echoed in his mind:"The real Josie is dead. The one you met is Claire, a servant pretending to be a queen."He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the empty room."Ryan, you fool," he whispered. "You married a lie."For a moment, a part of him considered telling Ryan the truth — exposing Claire for what she really was.But the darker, more selfish part of him, the one that always won, had other plans.Why ruin the fun?Mas

The night bled slowly into morning, but Claire found no peace.She sat curled on the edge of her bed, staring at the door as though it might burst open at any moment.Every sound in the massive house — the creak of the floorboards, the moan of the wind against the windows — set her nerves on fire.Somewhere in the darkness, Mason was plotting.Waiting.The thought made her stomach churn violently.By the time the pale light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, Claire’s mind was made up: she couldn't just sit and wait for Mason to destroy her.She had to act.If Mason had proof — real, undeniable proof — then she needed to find out what he had. And she needed to destroy it before he could use it against her.Still wearing the wrinkled clothes from the night before, Claire grabbed her burner phone and slipped quietly from her room.The house was eerily silent.Not even the usual bustling of the maids could be heard. It was as if the entire mansion was holding its breath, sensing

The rain started softly that night, a drizzle tapping rhythmically against the windows, but it soon grew heavier, matching the storm that raged inside Claire’s heart.Sleep did not come easy.She lay curled beneath the covers, the silver key pressed tightly in her palm like a lifeline.Every creak of the house, every whisper of the wind outside, set her nerves on edge.Somewhere deep down, she knew something was coming.Something inevitable.And she wasn't ready for it.In another part of the mansion, Mason lurked in the shadows, his mind sharp, his plan ready to unfold.He had waited long enough.Tonight, he would make his first move.---Claire woke to a loud knock on her door.Her heart slammed against her ribs as she sat up quickly, the key slipping from her hand onto the bed.She stared at the door, her throat dry.The knock came again—More urgent this time.“Claire? It’s me,” came the old woman’s voice.Relief and confusion warred within her.Claire scrambled out of bed and ope

Claire's heart hammered in her chest, each thud deafening in the suffocating darkness.She pounded on the heavy door, her fists bruising against the cold, unyielding wood."Hello?!" she screamed, voice raw and cracking."Is anyone there?! Let me out!"Her desperate cries bounced back at her, distorted and hollow, swallowed by the stone.No answer.No mercy.No escape.Claire slid down to the floor, hugging the leather-bound journal tightly to her chest.Tears welled up, blurring the darkness into shapeless monsters lurking at the edges of her mind.This couldn’t be how it ended.Not after everything she had endured.Not after surviving betrayal, lies, and the constant threat hanging over her.Not locked away like some dirty little secret to rot and be forgotten.She pressed her forehead against her knees, her entire body trembling.She refused to die here.Not like this.---Above, Ryan stood at the threshold, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.He could hear her desperate crie