All Chapters of Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

“What did you do to him, David?!” I asked, emphasizing every word.The atmosphere was still tense, wrapped in fear. I looked at David with deep disappointment, but also a hint of hope. Hope that I would get the answer I needed. That Jack was okay.“Is he still alive?” I asked again, as if trying to make sure David hadn’t killed him.He stared at me for a moment, before finally reaching out to the edge of the laptop and opening it. Then he moved the cursor around, as if he already knew everything inside that device. The cursor stopped at a folder.Click.The folder opened. Two video files instantly appeared. When one of them was clicked, the screen displayed a dark, shaky surveillance recording. The image steadied after a moment, showing an empty room with grimy walls and dim lighting from a single hanging lamp.There, a man sat on a metal chair. His hands were tied behind his back, his body slumped slightly, his head bowed. His clothes were wrinkled, his face partially hidden in shad

Medical machines stood rigidly beside the bed, each with monitors displaying heart rate graphs, blood pressure, and other vital numbers. The beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor filled the silence, a constant reminder that Jack was still alive, though only through tubes and wires.The white lights on the ceiling illuminated the room harshly, leaving no space for shadows. IV tubes trailed down from a hanging bag of clear fluid, delivering medication directly into the fragile vein in Jack's weakened arm. A ventilator stood beside the bed.A doctor stood next to Jack’s bed. His face was hidden behind a medical mask. His hands moved swiftly, checking the monitor beside the bed, watching the shifting vital signs. He typed something on the digital tablet in his hand, then carefully adjusted the IV line. Every movement was practiced and calm, yet still showed a sense of care, this wasn’t just routine.“Is he going to be okay?” I asked, worried.The doctor slowly turned to me. His gaze

And just as I stood in front of the door, a guard appeared from the shadows, wearing a black uniform, a flashlight in one hand and a weapon slung over his shoulder.Our eyes met.Instinctively, I took a step back, but the steel door behind me left no space to escape. The guard immediately raised his weapon.He stepped forward slowly. His hand touched the trigger, ready to pull it. I reflexively raised both hands. My legs trembled. My breath caught, as if I was ready to die.“Don’t shoot me,” I said, trembling. “Please…”The guard kept walking forward. The

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bella and I didn't go inside. Instead, we got into a black van, without David. Yes, without David. It was just me and Bella in David’s van.I contacted Dr. John and left Bella so she could receive the treatment she needed. After handing her over, the atmosphere in the hospital corridor grew increasingly tense. Dr. John gave a slight nod, his gaze heavy with meaning as if he knew far more than he was letting on, before the treatment room door closed shut.I turned around. I pulled my hat down to cover part of my face and got back into the car. I vividly remembered what David had told me on the way to the hospital. He wanted me to meet Jack alone and negotiate with him. David said the place was safe; no one would know where we were. My only task was to get Jack to be honest about everything he knew.

As usual, before leaving this place, Steve, David’s confidant, blindfolded me with a black cloth. Ensuring that I did not know, and would never know, the location of this place.His touch was cold as he tightened the knot at the back of my head. My vision, which had previously been limited to damp concrete walls, now vanished completely, swallowed by pitch-black darkness.The heavy sound of a car door opening echoed. I caught the scent of expensive leather upholstery. The engine roared softly. As the car began to move, I leaned my head against the cold windowpane, wondering: Will this actually work?Day after day, second by second, David and I were always being hunted by someone, whether it was Harry, Mr. Thomas, or Liam. We never truly stopped for a moment. Ther