《Beneath The Mask》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

Ghost POVHis steps are heavy and purposeful, each one slamming into the pavement as he gets closer to his estate. My patience snaps. “You do realize I’m still following, right?” I call out. “I’ll walk right through the front door and show everyone if I have to, but I’m not leaving until you let me fucking explain.”His body stiffens, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged breaths. He’s shaking with rage, his whole frame taut like he’s barely holding himself together. And I’m still fucking lost. I don’t know what the Calino crew told him, or why he’s this pissed off, but I’m damn well not leaving until I get answers.“Go home, Ghost. I’ll deal with your father, as I’m sure he’d love to know what you’ve been up to,” Prince snaps, his words cutting like glass as he strides away.Sighing, I rush to catch up to him, my patience wearing thin. “I’m not leaving until this is sorted. So, you’ve got a choice. I follow you through the front door where everyone sees, or you stop this stubb

Prince POVI lean back in my chair, taking a moment to steady myself before speaking. “Felipe didn’t just stop at bargaining for land or docks. He threatened my family—my mother, my sister. He said he’d kill one of them if I didn’t give him what he wanted.”Ghost straightens in his seat, his usual smirk gone. His expression hardens as he stares at me, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “He said that?” His voice is low, almost dangerous.I nod, my jaw tightening as I recall the conversation. “He made it clear. He wants land, and he’s not going to stop until he gets it. Said he’d retaliate if I didn’t cooperate.”Ghost doesn’t speak right away, so I press on. “I didn’t bend. I told him I don’t respond to threats, that I’m not my father, and he won’t intimidate me. But Felipe isn’t the kind of man to let that slide. Within the next week, he’s going to react. He’s going to do something to try and force my hand.”I pause, glancing at Ghost to gauge his reaction. His jaw is tight, h

Ghost POVMy grip on him tightens slightly, and he notices.I hate this. I fucking hate this.But I need to know.“Why are you suddenly not smirking like the typical asshole you are?” Prince asks, a smirk of his own playing on his lips.I don’t respond right away. Instead, I glance at him, my jaw tight, my thoughts spiraling. Finally, I mutter, “Women.”His smirk widens into a full-blown laugh. “You’re jealous of women?”I nod, unapologetic. “Yeah. I’m not afraid to admit it. I don’t get it, so explain it to me, because for me, it makes no fucking sense.”His expression shifts. The teasing fades, and something else replaces it—hesitation. His lips press into a firm line, and for a moment, it looks like he’s fighting a war inside his own head.I wait, watching, giving him the space to respond. But when no answer comes, frustration coils in my gut.“Why women?” I ask, my voice lower now, demanding but not pushing too hard. “What part of it makes you like them? Enjoy touching them?”His

Prince POVGhost must see it, because his posture relaxes slightly, his shoulders losing some of that tension. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because next time, I’m breaking your fucking nose.”A small, bitter laugh escapes me before I can stop it. “That’s fair.”The room falls into silence again, but it’s different now. He’s not watching me the same way, not waiting for me to explode or snap.Still, there’s something between us. Something raw.Ghost shifts, propping himself up on one elbow. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”I shake my head. “You don’t want to know.”He quirks a brow. “I do, actually. That’s why I asked.”I exhale through my nose, my mind still clawing at itself, my stomach still twisted in knots. “It’s just… a lot.” I pause, dragging a hand through my hair. “Everything’s just fucking… a lot.”Ghost watches me carefully. “Last night?”I nod, but that’s only part of it. It’s everything. It’s the past. It’s what I want. It’s what I should want. It’s the fact that for the f

Ghost POVPrince grips my face, forcing my eyes on his. “Please.”That breaks me.“Okay,” I whisper. ”Okay. But you better fucking message me.”He nods frantically, already pushing me toward the ledge. With a final glance, I climb out, gripping the edge and lowering myself down. The second my feet hit the ground, I run—bolting toward the back exit of the gardens.A shot rings out.Fucking hell.I duck on instinct, weaving through the shadows, sprinting faster than I ever have in my damn life. My heart hammers, the sound of boots hitting the ground behind me setting my blood on fire.I don’t stop running.I don’t stop until I reach my estate, slamming through the doors, my chest heaving.I slam the door shut behind me, my pulse still thundering in my ears. My hands are shaking, adrenaline still coursing through my veins, but I can’t stop myself from reaching for my phone.Nothing.No message.Not yet.“I heard," my father’s voice booms from the hallway. I grit my teeth, dragging a hand