Novel & Cerita Konig Under Mask

He proceeded to explain, "This is for you." For a second, my thoughts seemed to slow down. I hoped I had misheard him. “Everyone kept staring at me because of the mask. You should put one on, too, so I’m not the only one standing out. They might think we’re cosplaying,” he continued. I was taken aback. The Alpha King isn’t heartless. He’s insane! “What are you waiting for? Take this,” Nox urged, holding out the mask. Reluctantly, I took the mask. But before putting it on, I glanced over at Beta Dominic.

Elias, next to me, stood up straight and proud, like he was claiming his place. Noelle was shaking with anger as she looked at me. "Darcy, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Andrew rushed over too, whispering to me: "Darcy, don't be silly! Stop the wedding now!" I did not listen to them and passed the microphone to the person next to me. "Elias, tell everyone why you're here." Elias and I exchanged smiles, his voice calm and clear. "Today, I'm standing here because Howard gave me fifteen thousand dollars to pretend to be him at this wedding. "

"Name your price, Sable. Sign a contract to work only for me, and you never have to dance on this public stage again." A sudden surge of triumph settled into my chest when I saw the money, but it made me sad too. This was the man I loved, but he only wanted me when I hid my true self. I leaned down a little bit, keeping my face away from his hands. I made my voice sound lower so my boss would never recognize his quiet assistant. "Some things cannot be bought so easily, Mr. Ashford," I replied, tilting my head. "Everything has a price," Blake muttered, his jaw tightening. He reached out and tried to grab the edge of my silk dress. "Especially a woman hiding behind a piece of metal. Show me wh

Handing me an earpiece and this ugly looking half white mask. “The mask is the one only allowed by Makros, for his clients who want to be anonymous.” Adrian quickly said upon seeing the look I gave it. I nodded and put it on. It covered my half my face. It was the perfect disguise for Adrian too as being a King it was easy to notice him without it. Then our presence would be compromised.

his voice sounded as if he was delighted that I accepted the job given by my uncle. "All right, I'll be waiting Dr. Zen," I said then hanged up the call. I stood up from the sand and dusted my clothes as it was filled with the sand when I sat and laid down earlier. I looked into the horizon of the ocean one last time then took out a Black King Chess piece. I gazed at it then held it up against the moon. "Yo triunfaré," I said then took the chess piece back into my pocket and walked towards my car. I got inside my car and thought to myself, I won't allow any failures for this mission. I'll do everything it takes to complete this and eliminate any obstacles that may come my way.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

James tilted his head and stepped aside, revealing a whole throng of people behind him, blocking the stairwell. A mass of hospital staff, ambulatory patients, and their families stood there—dozens of them, silent witnesses to the entire spectacle. Kate screamed. She stood up and stepped over the railing. "Don't tell anyone about what you heard, or I'll jump!" I watched her with cold detachment and scoffed. "You won't jump, Kate. Stop the act." No one indulged her in her theatrics. They all looked at her with sharp and judgmental gazes.

It was an order. In the far corner, the VIP section was blocked by two men in black suits. One spotted her, lifted the rope, and let her through without a word. The music was quieter inside the glass lounge, though still loud. Everything was polished and sleek. He was there. Diego Roderigo sat in a leather booth, drink in hand. His navy suit looked expensive and perfect. The dim light caught his face—sharp features, cold eyes, and a thin scar. His presence filled the room.