A Mask Of My Own Face นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As Cassiopeia put the mask on her face, it fits perfectly like it was made and customized for her only. ‘From this day, this mask will witness the greatest pretention of a woman betrayed and fooled by the people I trust. No tears will shed, only a glimpse of victory.’

As soon as the door shut, I was out of thoughts, heart pounding in a rhythm that felt more like war drums than panic. I rushed to the room, my footsteps echoing through the stairs. As I reached my room and pushed it open, I went straight to the drawer, grabbed the handle, opened it urgently, my eyes scanned it, and the mask was waiting in the drawer where I’d hidden it months ago. I have done things that I am not proud of with the mask, going back to that particular mask brought back memories, Black, sleek, nothing theatrical,just enough to cover my face. Enough to erase Camille, the dutiful wife, and leave behind someone else.

I couldn’t stay hidden away in here forever, if I didn’t make it known to everyone that Mason was my man, then other girls would start sniffing around him, and this would become so much harder. Pulling out my makeup bag, I slowly start painting on my war mask – that’s what it felt like anyway; a full face of makeup makes me impenetrable to everything – nothing and no one would dare mess with me once I have my shit back in place, no one will ever know I was weak, not even for a day.

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

His mask gleamed under the low light, reflecting screens of numbered faces. “Take off your mask,” I said softly. He turned, startled. “That’s against the rules.” “Just do it,” I insisted. He hesitated, then reached up slowly and removed it. My breath caught. He was… beautiful. Not in the polished way of the elites, but striking, dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that looked almost too human for this place. He couldn’t have been more than mid-thirties. “You can cover your face again,” I said quickly, realizing I’d been staring.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Laughter followed it, bright and unrestrained, the kind of sound that belonged to people who believed themselves unseen. Masks were everywhere. Silk and velvet, painted porcelain and carved wood, feathers and ribbons and glimmering thread. Faces hidden just enough to loosen the world’s grip on propriety. I tied mine on with hands that trembled—not from fear, but from the thrill of stepping into a version of myself that did not bow or avert her gaze. When I turned to him, I hardly recognized the man beneath the dark half-mask. Not the crown prince. Not the future king.

Lovelyn's Pov I watched as Maya rushed out of the ward. "What just happened?" I asked as I faced Michael. "That's Maya for you, when she likes something, she chases after it till she gets it" he replied. "I've packed all our belongings so let's get going". "Hold on" he replied and brought out a mask then he wore it on his face. "What's with the mask?" "For people not to recognize me" he replied. "Seems your arrogance has reduced a bit" I said and he glared at me.

Chapter 28: Beneath the Mask DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me, taking me aback. “Take off your mask.” I froze as the wind whispered through the pines, blowing on my face as my heart hammered vigorously. My hand twitched at my side, instinct screaming to clamp the mask tighter, to hide the twisted scars the curse had carved into my face seventeen years ago. The ones her grandmother’s magic had branded me with. “Anya,” I rasped, my voice rougher than gravel. “You don’t have to see this.”

I really look like a stripper I mutter to myself. Looking down on my vanity table I grab the mask to put it on my face. I really don't want anyone seeing my face. I tie the silk straps around my head the mask is black and covers my entire face except for my eyes, nose and mouth. I stare at my reflection I kind off look hot if I do have to say it myself. A knock on the door has me pulled from my thoughts. I open the door to see Matt standing there his eyes travel down my body stopping by my boobs then down to my legs. I clear my throat to gain his attention and his eyes snap to mine.