All Chapters of Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jack pressed the light switch, but the lamp didn’t turn on. Meanwhile, I fumbled in my bag for the flashlight in the suffocating darkness. The only thing I could sense as we entered was the damp smell of the old building.I switched on the flashlight. A small circular beam pierced the thick darkness, revealing dust dancing in the air. I stepped forward carefully, my shoes creaking on the wooden floor that hadn’t been touched for years.“Hanna, what about me?” Jack touched my shoulder.“I only have one flashlight.”I walked on, ignoring Jack. Behind me, I heard the click of his phone. He had turned on his phone’s flashlight. The dim light flickered,  not as strong as mine, but enough to cast shifting shadows on the walls.

The gunshots continued, echoing, breaking through the silence of the night that had previously been almost soundless. People took shelter behind their house windows, caught between fear and curiosity.When I looked back, Jack was taking cover behind the car with Harry. Both looked breathless, their faces covered in sweat and dust. Jack glanced at me, his eyes conveying the same anxiety I felt. “Hanna, run to that car.” David nodded toward Jack’s red car with his chin.“What if I get shot?”“I’ll protect you. You just need to run.”I took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in my legs. My heart was pounding hard, as if it could explode at any moment. David moved in front of me, his body slightly bent, his pistol raised toward the building across the street.“Now!” he shouted.Without thinking, I dashed forward. Every step felt like cutting through heavy air. The sound of gunfire grew louder, as if accompanying each pounding step I took on the asphalt. In the corner of my eye,

I woke up from my sleep. Sunlight hadn’t fully broken through the curtains, just a streak of orange light slowly crept across the bedroom wall, as if reluctant to wake me too soon. My breath was still heavy, as if part of me was left behind in an unfinished dream.For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the pale ceiling, listening to the ticking of the clock that felt too loud. I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off my shoulder, my bare feet touching the cold floor.Last night, David was still here, sitting on the bed with me, and now and then, his fingers holding mine felt like the only real thing in the midst of all this chaos. But when I woke up, he was gone. The space beside me on the bed was empty, only a faint crease in the mattress hinted that he had ever been there.Where did he go?With thoughts of David filling my mind, I decided to step out of the room, looking for any sign he might’ve left behind.When I opened the door, I saw David slumped on the couch. His body

I stepped into the Daily News building. The smell of stale coffee and old paper greeted me. Around me, journalists passed by with tense faces.The elevator dinged softly. Inside, it was just me and my reflection on the metallic wall. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts.I had been absent from the office for two days. I had no idea how Jack was doing. Ever since that day, I hadn’t heard from him. With my phone destroyed, I tried reaching out to him via email. But Jack never replied. I even asked Jane if she knew anything about him. All she said was that Jack was fine. Just... fine. No further explanation.I had prepared my words to defend myself in front of Mr. Bobby. An envelope containing the draft I intended to give him was ready. Those drafts were part of my promise to publish an article about David. I had asked David over and over again what kind of story I should write about him to satisfy my boss, and David told me to write something about him and Daniel. The exact s

That night, I was still there, in front of the police station. I and several journalists were waiting until Liam came out of the building. The atmosphere was relatively safe and calm. The streetlights glowed dimly, casting a soft reflection on the pavement that had begun to cool with the night dew. Several police cars were parked not far from the entrance, their rotator lights still blinking slowly, as if there was no urgency.The clock had passed eleven. An officer appeared behind the door, glanced toward us, then went back in, as if assessing the situation.“Any minute now,” Sam whispered beside me, either genuinely convinced or simply trying to reassure himself. I didn’t reply. My eyes remained fixed on that door.Liam hadn’t come out yet.And for some reason, my chest was starting to feel heavy. Not just because I was waiting for Liam, but also because of the article Jack had promised earlier that morning. I was waiting for it. Curious, nervous, and slightly anxious.I kept refres