All Chapters of Behind The Mask : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zara's POV Back home, I slipped into the shower. Feeling refreshed, I tried calling Raina, but she didn’t pick up, probably still at work.I decided to nap, and by the time I woke up, the evening light was already dimming. After a quick check on my laptop for some work updates, my phone buzzed. Sterling.“You make me want you more and more every day,” he confessed, his voice low, velvety.I laughed softly. “You’ll spoil me if you keep saying things like that.”We lingered in conversation, teasing and easy, before he mentioned Nana’s food.“I have to admit,” he said, “I’ve only had Indian food a handful of times, but nothing has ever come close to this.”“I told you,” I said smugly.He chuckled. “But still… nothing beats your chicken riggies.”“Oh, please,” I laughed, shaking my head. We spoke for a while longer.After we hung up, I tried Raina again. This time she answered, we greeted awkwardly then I went straight to the point.“I just wanted to tell you I did the polygraph test,” I

Zara's POV With everything going on, I barely noticed what Cassian was up to, not that I cared. By the time two weeks passed, I had wrapped up my schedule for the year. For once, the chaos of interviews, galas, and appearances was behind me. And finally, I had Sterling all to myself. I didn’t pack much, just a single bag with my essentials, a few skincare products, and light clothes. I told Tessa I was heading off for the holidays, I knew once people couldn’t reach me, they’d go straight to her. I also slipped my burner phone into the bag, tucked away where no one would see. When I arrived at Sterling’s place, his eyes lit up like he’d been waiting a lifetime. “Do you trust me?” he asked. “Last time I said yes,” I teased, “I almost lost my breath.” He laughed. His palm was steady, grounding, with fingers intertwined, he led me toward his private jet. The engines hummed, and as we lifted off, I tried guessing where we might be headed. Each city, each coastline, each possibility

Zara's POV The next day, Nico and Tessa showed up, Nico proudly bringing along his new menace, Star. The videos he’d sent me hadn’t even done justice to how wildly aggressive that tiny creature really was. Star barked at everything that moved, strutting around my living room like she owned the place.Tessa rolled her eyes, but with a grin. “You know when they came over to mine, my Pitbull literally ran for cover the second Star walked in? I swear, my dog looked traumatized.”I laughed until tears pricked my eyes. “It’s always the little ones. The big dogs are just too polite to fight back, maybe they’re scared of stepping on them.”Star yapped like she understood, and Nico scooped her up dramatically. “Don’t listen to them, Queen. You run this house now.”While the chaos swirled around, Tessa leaned closer. “By the way Mr. Everhart bought you a new car while you were away. A limited-edition Mercedes. It’s apparently as insane as that custom Voss gifted you.”My brows lifted. “Really

Zara's POV The women dazzled in sweeping ball gowns of silk, velvet, and glittering crystals, each dress stitched to outshine the last. Their hair was sculpted like crowns, their jewels dripping like starlight. The men matched them in elegance, dressed in fantasy-tailored suits: velvet jackets with jeweled lapels, frock coats with silver embroidery, silk waistcoats with gold buttons, and polished boots that gleamed like mirrors. Some even carried walking sticks topped with emeralds or sapphires, completing the illusion of stepping into another realm.The courtyard was alive with music from a full orchestra, violins and cellos echoing across the floors, while inside the grand hall, harpists played beneath arched doorways covered in roses. Every corner sparkled, every detail whispering of wealth and fantasy. It was magical. Breathtaking. Almost too perfect.Nico deliberately wanted me to be late, so that when I arrived, every head would turn, and I loved that.The gown he chose for me

Zara's POV I studied Cassain as if he were unraveling before me. I feigned genuine confusion and a touch of pity, he had no idea I was Zara. He was watching my reaction, trying to force a crack.“Zara?” I asked.“You’re not Zara?” he demanded, voice cutting. “If you’re not Zara, how are you meeting people from her life? How do you know so much about her?”“Isn’t Zara the girl you killed?” I asked softly, keeping my face empty.“We,” he corrected, the single syllable a confession and a defense all at once.“I didn’t shoot her,” I said, calm and measured.He let out a guttural sound that broke into a frustrated grunt, his fist connecting with the wall beside him so hard. The sharp noise made the air in the room thinner.“Is this your plan?” he barked, turning back to me, eyes rimmed red. “Make me look insane so no one will believe me when I tell the truth?”I said nothing. I lifted my water flask and took a slow sip, letting the coolness steady me.“You knew those documents were fake,”