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But it was clear. Liam . In a suit. Angry. Facing Celine near the elevator bank. She jabbed a finger at him, then shoved a folder into his chest. Liam looked… shaken. His mouth moved quickly. His hands ran through his hair like he was spiraling . Amy leaned in. “Pause it.” Bruce froze the frame. Celine had turned away. But Liam was still staring after her, jaw tight, fists clenched . It didn ’t look like two co- conspirators gloating over a win.

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

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.

Vic inched even closer and it was all too much for me. "I haven't forgotten anything, that's the whole problem. But you have no idea..." I bit my bottom lip hard, and controlled myself for the fear of blurting out something that I would regret later. Vic paused for a few moments but I stubbornly stared at him. He sighed and went to my wardrobe and pulled out a random shirt, without even bothering to see what it was. It was a red frilly crop that I normally wore inside my jeans jacket. But I didn't bother arguing with him.

I am already tired of trying to run away from my real feelings and masked it with the past promises. "Uh-huh…" he said slowly, trying to organize his thoughts about me. Maybe… about us. "Why would you cry about us kissing?" I gasped and looked up at him. Nagsimula na namang mangilid ang mga luha ko sa mata dahil sa sinabi niya. He did not deny that they indeed kissed! Tinawag nga niyang "my woman" kanina kaya bakit hindi sila puwedeng m********n!? Tang ina!

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

She had kept my secrets and defended my choices, even when she did not understand them. "I do not know what I am," I admitted. "I have been playing a role for so long that I am not sure where the mask ends and I begin." Ysabella squeezed my hands. "Then let tomorrow be the day you take off the mask. Not for anyone else. For yourself." I nodded, though I was not sure I believed her. ---

A chuckle rumbled through his chest, “yet you couldn’t see through your step-mother’s facade for sixteen years until your eyes were opened when you heard her talk to Fin in this academy.” “Because some people don’t wear masks, they solder it with their soul. A mask so thick, it becomes their skin.” I leaned forward, my hands on the table as I lowered my voice to hold the gravity. “And such people… cannot be unmasked without tearing off their skin, behind which they are nothing but a mess of blood, muscles and bones.” My past replayed in my mind when I said those words. I blinked back my tears and took another sip of my tea.

I looked straight into his eyes and started speaking softly. “Jonathan… I don’t even know where to start,” I said, making my voice crack a little on purpose. “But I can’t keep lying to you anymore. I had to stop because every single day it’s been killing me inside. I just couldn’t cope with faking things anymore.” I paused and looked down at the mask in my hands, then back at him. “I was the one behind the mask. I was the mystery man all this time.” Jonathan’s body went still. He stared at me like he couldn’t believe what I just said. I kept my face full of regret and pain, making sure I sounded as sorry as possible, hoping and praying that he would believe me.