Todos os capítulos de The heir's mask : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

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

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

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