Todos os capítulos de Behind The Mask : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Zara's POV The next morning, I returned to the house. I could hear faint movements upstairs, but I didn’t bother checking, I already knew Cassian was home.I grabbed a quick breakfast and headed to work. I didn’t stay long, my next stop was the furniture company, just to make sure everything was running smoothly.Cassian and I only crossed paths when I got back home. He claimed to be happy to see me, but the way his excitement radiated, it gave me an uneasy feeling, like something was simmering beneath the surface.For the next two weeks, my life became a predictable cycle, work, home, Dominic’s place, and occasionally Raina’s. One week before the anniversary, it was time for Vanguard’s presentation, an update on what had changed since we started working together and what still needed improvement.Mr. Everhart was there, along with our finance manager, marketing manager, HR manager, and a few department heads. For the first time in almost two months, I saw Sterling. He arrived with

Zara's POV I removed the flash drive and tucked it beneath the drawer in my closet before entering the master bedroom where Nico and Tessa were waiting. Nico was adjusting the last strand of my hair while Tessa, ever the multitasker, filmed content for the media.“Tessa,” I said, meeting her eyes through the mirror, she paused the video. “When the red carpet’s over and the event has been going for at least an hour, have security clear out every photographer. No phones, no cameras. Not even from the guests. Do you understand me?”“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied quickly.Nico gave a satisfied hum. “Perfect,” he whispered, stepping back to admire his work.My reflection was a weapon, sleek curls, smoky eyes, and lips painted the color of vengeance. The emerald gown clung to me like liquid silk, each diamond on my neck and wrist catching the light.By the time I stepped onto the red carpet, flashes exploded like fireworks. The crowd roared my name, cameras clicking in a hungry rhythm. Cassain

Zara's POV His eyes widened in shock, the exact reaction I wanted.“Why do you look surprised?” I asked, lifting my chin. “Don’t you already know I’m not your soft Aria?”Cassian shook his head slowly, disbelief flashing across his face. “No… no, you’re just playing with my head.”“Am I?” I tilted my head, watching him squirm. “Then why do you believe it?”He clenched his jaw, the faint smirk returning. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re Aria or Zara. I took everything from you once, and I’ll do it again. Like I said…” he paused, eyes dark and deliberate, “...I have nothing to lose.”He smirked once more before stepping into his car. The engine roared to life, the sound slicing through the night air. I stood still, spine straight, refusing to flinch as he drove away. Only when the red glow of his taillights vanished did I let out a slow breath.Inside, I grabbed my burner phone and dialed Raina. The moment she picked up, I started explaining everything.“This is a lot, Zara,” she said

Zara's POV After the funeral, the house was never truly quiet.For two days, people poured in, friends, relatives, business associates, all bearing the same rehearsed condolences, the same gentle pats on the shoulder. By the third day, the crowd had thinned. That was when Grayson showed up, clean-cut in a sharp grey suit, his eyes bright with a sense of new beginnings.“I know this isn’t the time,” he began, his voice low but steady, “but I wanted to thank you. I’m leaving for Los Angeles. I’m starting a business there… and my mother’s surgery was successful.”For a moment, my heart softened. “I’m glad,” I said, meaning it. “I'll forever be indebted to you,” he said.I smiled, “you had to choose, and you made the right choice that's all.”Life really did work in mysterious ways, one minute he was hustling for gigs, desperate to pay for his mother’s treatment, and the next, he was standing there, reborn, like he had finally stepped into the light.The next day when the last of the v

Zara's POV The next day, Nana welcomed me with her usual warm smile, placing a tray before me. “You should eat, dear,” she said softly.I smiled. “Thank you, Nana.”After I was done, I excused myself and went to my old room. I reached into the drawer, retrieved the small leather bag I’d hidden there when I returned from Europe.When I returned home. I dropped my keys on the counter and went straight to my room. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the old journal my father, Devereux, had left behind.Most of it was business entries, numbers, and cryptic remarks. But then, a single line caught my eye. A clue.> Ledger stored in private vault. Registered under her name. PurpleSafe.My heart skipped. PurpleSafe? I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. That facility is for the ultra-wealthy. If my father had stored something there, it had to be important. But how was I supposed to access it? I couldn’t walk in and tell them I was Zara, the body I inhabited isn't Zara.Still, I had t