All Chapters of The heir's mask : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The golden heir

THE HEIR'S MASK Chapter 1Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.Lila looked exquisite—beautiful and ambitious enough to advertise availability without screaming desperation. She was the perfect prop for the night. Some women wished they could be her. Willing to play the role of devoted girlfriend in exchange for the status and the monthly deposits into her account, she leaned into him, murmuring something about the latest art auction. Steve wasn’t listening.His gaze had already locked onto the only person in the room who mattered.Ken Thompson.Ken stood near the bar in a charcoal suit tha

Chapter 2; best friend rules: straight lines

The Heir’s MaskKen Thompson woke up with his cock painfully hard and leaking against his stomach. I don’t want this to be real. The dream still clung to him like smoke—Steve’s voice, low and filthy, whispering in his ear. He has a girlfriend. This is against our friendship.“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He’d always been straight. Sophia had been proof of that for years—until she vanished, leaving him a mess of guilt and unanswered questions after their breakup.His phone lay on the nightstand. The texts from last night were still there.Steve’s words burned behind his eyes:I’m going to bend you over and ruin that straight boy pussy until you’re crying my name and begging for my cum.Ken’s dick twitched again. He hated it. Hated how his body reacted while his mind screamed in protest. With shaking fingers, he typed the same reply he had sent last night.Ken: Delete those messages and never speak to me like that again. I’m not one of your twisted toys you control

Chapter 3: Eleanor's pressure

The Heir’s MaskSteve’s penthouse felt like a gilded cage tonight. The city lights stretched out beneath him like jewels on black velvet, but all he could see was Ken’s flushed face from the restaurant earlier—lips parted, cock straining against his trousers, eyes screaming yes while his mouth spat no.Should I call him? No. I need him to submit to me. No matter how long it takes, I will get you, baby.His phone buzzed again. Another message from Ken.Ken: I’m blocking you after this. Do not contact me.Steve chuckled lowly, palming his heavy cock through his slacks. “Try it, baby. See how far that gets you.”The elevator dinged. Eleanor Vanderbilt swept in like a queen. At fifty-eight, with her impeccable silver-streaked hair and a presence that could make billionaires flinch, she commanded the room instantly. She took one look at her son and sighed.“Steven. You rejected Camille Harrington again. The girl is perfect—old money, discreet, and fertile. Exactly what this family needs to

Chapter 4: Drunken truth

The Heir’s MaskThe days blurred into a haze of obsession for Steve. Every thought revolved around Ken—how far they had come, how cute Ken had been all these years, and how Steve couldn’t open up back then. But now nothing was stopping him. I won’t hide anymore. I’ve been in love with you since high school.Fourteen days until the Hamptons yacht party, and every hour without Ken felt like sandpaper on raw nerves. Steve attended meetings, signed multimillion-dollar deals, and fucked Lila mechanically to keep up appearances—all while his mind replayed Ken’s broken moan from their phone call on repeat.Steve…That single utterance had ruined him.Tonight, Steve was drunk. Half a bottle of Macallan down, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of muscle and the trail of dark hair leading down to where his cock strained against his zipper.He took out his phone. Ken hadn’t blocked him yet. That small victory fueled the fire.Steve: You still taste my words on your tongue w

Chapter 5: before the first sin

The Heir’s MaskMark had waited long enough. No calls returned, no replies. He got ready and drove to Steve’s penthouse. The doors were unlocked—typical Steve, who hated being watched and kept almost no security around. Mark slipped inside with a satisfied smile.My sweet boy must have been drinking before leaving. I know my love will be tired when he gets back. I’ll be here waiting for him.He smiled softly to himself.Steve didn’t stop drinking on the way home. He was fulfilled, happy, and kept drinking far too much. By the time he reached the penthouse, he was completely drunk and could barely get out of the car. Mark heard the engine and quickly set his laptop aside. He took off his shirt, sipped the wine he had poured for himself, and murmured, “It’s going to be a long night… mmm.”When Steve stumbled in, Mark immediately opened the door for him. Steve’s phone was buzzing—Lila calling—but Steve couldn’t respond. Mark took the phone, slipped it into his own pocket, and guided Stev

Chapter 6: Family Dynasty

Steve Vanderbilt stood on the upper deck of his private yacht, nursing a brutal hangover and an even worse case of blue balls. His mind was still trapped in that cabin—Ken’s mouth hot and furious against his, the desperate grind of their bodies, the way Ken had moaned before shoving him away like he was poison.I know you like me and want me, but why do you still choose to run and reject me at the same time? Keep making me think of the worst ways to own you, Ken. I want you to surrender yourself as soon as possible. I can’t bear this anymore. I must push harder.You can run, damn it, Ken. But we both know this isn’t over. The next time, I’ll make sure you have no time, no excuse, and nowhere to hide. I promise you, I'm Vanderbilt. I don’t stop until I get what I want.His phone buzzed on the table. He didn’t need to look to know who it was.Eleanor: My office. 2 PM. Do not be late.Steve exhaled sharply. The mask was back in place before he even stepped off the yacht. What does she ha

Chapter 7: The One Man Problem

Chapter 7Steve Vanderbilt stood at the bar cart in the shadowed living room of his penthouse, pacing from corner to corner in frustration. I just want this to stop, he thought. His mother’s words still echoed in his head.“You’re already twenty-seven, and the board is watching. The world is watching. Find a woman who fits the brand, or I will choose one for you.”Eleanor Vanderbilt had delivered the ultimatum over dinner at Le Bernardin earlier that evening. She had even slid a slim folder across the table—photographs and dossiers of suitable candidates. All polished. All fertile. All safe.Steve had promised nothing.Now, alone, the mask had slipped. After his bath, he pulled on a white robe only to take it off again. He sat in a chair, hands raking through his hair repeatedly as his mind spun without landing on any real plan.He picked up his phone and stared at a photo of Ken—one he had taken earlier that day. Ken was in a worn gray hoodie, laughing at something off-camera, messy

Chapter 8: Old Boarding School Nights

Steve’s thumb hovered over the send button, the unsent message to Ken still glowing on his screen like a loaded gun.Are you still thinking about Sophia? Or are you finally admitting you looked at me too long today?He deleted it with a low, bitter laugh. No. His words had come too easily the last time. Ken needed to feel the slow, inevitable collapse of every wall he’d built. Steve tossed the phone onto the coffee table and leaned back, eyes closing. The penthouse was too quiet. Too empty.And just like that, the memories dragged him under.Twelve years ago – St. Aldric’s Elite Boarding School, Upstate New YorkRain had been falling for hours, turning the dormitory into a cold, damp tomb. Fifteen-year-old Steve Vanderbilt—already carrying the crushing weight of a last name that could topple empires—slipped past the dormitory staff and down the dimly lit hallway. Tucked under his blazer were two contraband items: a bottle of stolen cough syrup from the infirmary and a thermos of hot t

Chapter 9: Jealous for No Reason

Ken’s text was still on Steve’s screen the next evening as his driver pulled up outside Ken’s modest apartment building in Tribeca.We need to talk. In person. Tomorrow night. My place.Steve had shown up exactly on time, dressed in a black button-down that clung to his frame like a second skin. He was ready—ready to push, ready to crack Ken open, ready to turn that “talk” into something neither of them could walk away from.But Ken never came down.Instead, Steve’s phone lit up with a call. He answered immediately, his pulse already spiking.“Hey, man,” Ken’s voice came through, sounding distracted and artificially casual. “Look, something came up with the startup. Emergency code review. I’m still at the office. Rain check? I’m so sorry, I’ll reschedule for a better time, bro.”Steve’s grip tightened on the phone. Through the background noise, he could hear faint club music and laughter. Not an office. Not even close.“You’re lying,” Steve said, his voice low and dangerous. “I can he

Chapter 10: mark appears

Ken Thompson slammed the door of his apartment behind him, chest still heaving from the club. The bass from Vortex still thumped faintly in his ears, but it was nothing compared to the chaos in his head.He’d lied to Steve again—just to push him away.The “emergency at the office” excuse had tasted like ash even as he said it. He had seen Steve’s car outside his building earlier—black, sleek, unmistakable. Ken had frozen at his window, heart hammering, and made the call before he could do something stupid like go downstairs. His body had been going hard at the mere sight of him. If he let Steve in tonight—after that kiss in the Hamptons, after the filthy texts, after everything—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep pretending he was straight, or keep control of himself.Ken stripped off his sweat-damp shirt and tossed it aside, heading straight for the fridge. A cold beer. That’s what he needed. Not Steve’s voice in his ear. Not the memory of Steve’s body pressed against his in that cab

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