Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under The Mask Of My Enemy: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 91 : HelpGarrett's POVThe moment Thorne fell, a crystalline fear cut through me like a blade. I had been standing here watching everything from afar but unable to help myself. Seeing him fall, seeing the way his body fell, vulnerable and open, all else seemed to fade.I was at his side in seconds, my hands around his shoulders. "Thorne!" His flesh was pale, his breathing straining. I didn't waste another second. Ignoring the chaos around us, I wrapped him up in my arms. He was thinner than I remembered—had he been taking care of himself? The thought coiled something inside my chest.The drive home was tense. I held Thorne tight, the hand on my knee, one arm wrapped tightly around him supporting him against my body. He groaned out in his sleep, but what he said wasn't clear. His eyes drew up, fingers spasm-ing, as though trapped in an unpleasant dream. I could visualize what he dreamed about.As soon as I had reached my home, I called the doctor. I barely accepted his questio

Chapter Ninety Three: Facing the TruthThorne's POVThe waiting room was quiet, except for the soft whir of the air conditioner. I sat, my eyes glued to the clock on the wall. Every second that passed took an eternity. My fingers tapped restlessly against my knee, unsure if I really wanted to be here.I'd been avoiding this for weeks—months, even. The idea of talking to someone, of laying it all out in the open, made my stomach twist. But something inside of me knew that I couldn't keep running. I was exhausted. My mind was a battleground, constantly fighting memories of Garrett, trying to erase him, push him away, but never managing."Thorne?"I looked up. A woman stood in the doorway, smiling sympathetically. "You can come in now."I swallowed, getting my legs to move. The office smelled of lavender, calming but not cozy. There was a couch, but I sat in the chair across from her desk. I didn't need to get too comfortable.Dr. Monroe, the therapist, sat down, opening a notebook. "Is

Chapter 95 Garrett's POV I swirled the whiskey in my glass, the amber-colored liquid shimmering in the light. It didn't help quiet my mind. The past couple of weeks had been a blur of agitation in my mind, a battle of reason versus something I wasn't willing to give a name. The door was knocked firmly, but there was no hesitation before the door creaked open. Donovan never sought permission. He walked in, his presence as commanding as ever, and shut the door behind. I did not face him. I just kept staring out of my office window into the cityscape. "I was thinking when you'd show up," I breathed, taking my drink slowly. "You've been avoiding me," Donovan answered, his voice even but with a undertone of something tough. "And that's never good." I exhaled, putting my glass down on the desk. "I've been working." "Working," he said, his voice laced with doubt. "Garrett, come on. We both know that's not true." I finally turned to look at him, meeting his gaze. Donovan had always be

Chapter Ninety Seven : The Unexpected FaceGarrett’s POVThe night was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep into your bones. The air smelled of gunpowder, damp earth, and the unmistakable scent of blood waiting to be spilled. My fingers flexed around the grip of my gun, steady and controlled. I had done this a hundred times before. Maybe more.This was supposed to be simple. A mission like any other.Donovan had everything planned down to the last detail. He had personally overseen the setup, making sure the men were ready, the information was solid, and the execution would be flawless. The target was dangerous, but nothing we couldn’t handle. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t need to. That wasn’t how this worked.I stayed at the back, letting my men go in first. They knew their roles, moving in perfect sync, taking their positions, and striking with practiced efficiency. The first round of gunfire echoed through the night, sharp and relentless. Shouts followed—some from my m

Chapter Ninety EightThorne's POVThe rain poured down in sheets as I stepped out of my car, the weight of my decision bearing down on me like the storm itself. I stood outside the FBI headquarters, looking up at the skyscraper building that had been home once but now felt like a reminder of everything I had lost.This was it. The moment where I finally quit looking back and started moving forward.I clenched my fists, my breath regular but racing. I had stayed too long in between my past and present, at war with who I used to be and who I needed to become. The days of hesitation were over. Garrett and the Cullen clan had to go down, and I was the only one who could make them fall.I had existed in their realm, learned their secrets, viewed their shadows up close. I understood how they operated, how they erased their trails. That made me the most effective weapon against them. And now I was going to use all of that to destroy them.It wasn't revenge anymore. It wasn't even about what