All Chapters of The Billionaire behind the Silver Mask : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mona's POVI couldn't sleep. And that was becoming a habit I didn't like. Blackwood Manor was too quiet at night. During the day, there was always something to distract me—the servants moving around, Grandfather asking about my day, the endless questions I still had about this strange place I now called home.But when the lights dimmed and the corridors became silent, my thoughts became louder. I even found myself thinking about Vivian and I didn't know why. She had only arrived a few hours ago, but somehow, she already seemed like she belonged here more than I did.Well, maybe because she actually did. She knew the manor, the servants, grandfather and more importantly, she knew Adonis. I pushed those thoughts away and walked downstairs in search of a glass of water. At least, that was what I told myself.The faint sound of voices stopped me before I reached the kitchen. I slowed down.It was strange. The kitchen was usually one of the quietest places in the manor. The servants worked

Mona's POVThe first thing I felt was the headache. It throbbed behind my eyes, dull at first, then it became sharper the moment I tried to sit up. I groaned softly and dropped back against the pillow."What..."My voice sounded strange, like I'd only just woken from a very long sleep. I blinked at the ceiling before slowly looking around my room.I was in bed. The curtains had already been drawn open, allowing the pale morning light to spill across the room.My shoes were gone and my phone rested neatly on the bedside table. And lying over the blanket, folded with surprising care, was a black suit jacket.I frowned. It took me a second to recognize it.Adonis's.My fingers brushed against the smooth fabric. "...Why is this here?" I searched my memory but found nothing at first. Then...a flash came forth. The swimming pool. Cold night air and strong hands catching me before I fell.Another flash. >> "What did you drink?"My breath caught as aother memory crashed into me. I remembered

Mona PovI turned to her. "A man came to the office one afternoon.""What man?""I don't know."She shook her head apologetically. "He said he had a few business questions.""So I answered thinking he wanted to invest in the company." She looked down at her hands."At first, the question seemed reasonable. But then...the questions became strange."I blinked. "Strange how?"She lowered her eyes as if trying to recall correctly. "He wasn't asking about projects. Or clients." She paused and looked at me. "He wanted to know who approved company payments. Who handled the accounts and who had access to financial records."Her voice grew quieter. "The more he asked...the more uncomfortable I felt. So I stopped answering."I stared at her. "And after then?"She held my gaze. "I told him if he wanted that kind of information...he should speak directly to the CEO.""My father."She nodded. "Yes."A chill crept down my spine. "Did you tell Dad about the man?"Clara looked guilty. "No."I blinked

Mona's POVThe sound of brakes screaming against the road was the last thing I heard before everything happened at once. Adonis jerked the steering wheel and the car swerved violently. I slammed against the door and I heard Vivian screamed.Then...CRASH!The impact threw my body forward. Something struck my shoulder, and glass shattered somewhere beside me. The car spun before coming to a violent stop. For a few seconds, I couldn't hear anything.My hands trembled against my lap and I couldn't breathe properly. Then the smell reached me.The smell of burning rubber."Mona!"Adonis.I turned toward him.His hands were still gripping the steering wheel. The windshield was cracked, and the front of the car was badly damaged, but he looked almost unnaturally calm."Are you hurt?"I opened my mouth. "I'm..." My voice failed. I swallowed. "I'm okay."His eyes stayed on me for another second before moving to Vivian. "Are you hurt?"Vivian was breathing heavily. "I don't think so. But what the

Mona POVI stared at the signature again. My father's signature. At least, that was what it looked like. I traced the edge of the photocopy with my eyes, refusing to let myself settle on the easiest explanation. He had signed the document. That much was obvious.But why? Why would my father authorize something this enormous without ever mentioning it to me? I turned the page and looked at the transaction records again.Blackridge Consulting.The name appeared more than once. Money had been transferred from my father's company into an account connected to Blackridge, yet there was nothing else in the file that made sense of it. No proper correspondence. No clear contract and no explanation for why such a company had been involved in the first place.My stomach tightened. There were too many possibilities. Had my father signed under duress?Had someone deceived him? Or had the signature been forged?And then there was the possibility I didn't want to consider.Maybe my father actually s