Novel & Cerita Mother 3 Masked Man

the masked man said. “I am choosing independence over submission,” Ruin answered. The masked man looked toward my father. “Then watch closely,” he said. Two men stepped forward and forced my father to stand. They did not harm him yet, but the threat was clear. “You misunderstand something,” the masked man continued. “This is not about territory. It is about consolidation.” “You will not consolidate through coercion,” Ruin said. The masked man laughed softly. “We already have,” he replied. The camera shifted slightly. In the background, more figures became visible—at least five, all armed.

"Don't fight. Just agree. Please and go with him." The masked man with the bad cologne stood over us. Smiling. "Touching. This is truly touching and I almost feel bad." He crouched down. His hand reached out and touched my mother's hair. She flinched. Mother was scared. I held her tightly. I wasn't going to let them take her. No. The man smiled at Mum. "You kept your end of the bargain and she agreed. Good." I didn't say a word and hid my face in Mum's body.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

Lucian moaned and tried to hug us both. A person in a mask walked through the broken frame. Big. Get lean. Black all over. "Get away from them!" I bared my teeth and growled. The person pulled their hat back. My heart stopped. It was my mom. Still alive. It's cold. And a silver blade in their hand. She told Elara, "You should have stayed away." "Now you’ve doomed us all.”

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Silvio thrust a massive, daunting brown jacket towards me, along with a mask and a cap, his voice dripping with urgency, "Put these on." Without a moment's hesitation, I donned the jacket, hastily throwing it over my attire, while placing the cap on my head. I proceeded to conceal my face beneath a pitch-black mask, leaving only my eyes exposed to the world.

He commanded darkly. She couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe that this was all that mattered to him. Couldn’t he see that she wasn’t herself? She could vividly remember how she had watched the masked man kill her mother, she couldn’t do this. “I am human too, think about that sometimes!” She yelled at Gordon, slapped the picture on his desk and walked away thinking about what would’ve become of her if the masked man had also been asked to leave no survivors the day he killed her mother.

The memories came flooding back. Luca's men, the black sedan, her kidnap, the masked man that helped her. It was happening again. She could barely hear Harrison yelling, barely see her father stepping in front of Maria with his face pale with fear, all she could see was that mask. The masked man twisted, managing to break free from Harrison’s hold. He moved with deadly precision, reaching for a knife strapped to his belt. Before he could strike, Harrison tackled him, sending them both crashing into the coffee table. The table crashed

When I told Dad, he forgave her after seeing her face and scolded me instead, saying I wasn't being friendly with my classmates. Later, I found out why. Melissa's mother was the first woman Dad had ever fallen in love with and never gotten over. Mom, on the other hand, never once heard him call her his wife before she died. After that, Melissa became even bolder. The worst incident was when she hit me over and over with her heels and forced me to hurt myself. Then she posted about it on Instagram, packaging herself as the one who had saved me. Dad only paid the medical bills. After that, he never cared again.

The second stood quietly beside him with both hands behind his back. The third sat comfortably on a chair, saying nothing at all, yet somehow making it obvious he was the one everyone else answered to. Clara looked directly at the man wearing the mask. "I know that isn't my father's face." Her voice remained steady despite the pain pounding through her head. "Take it off. I want to see the face of the coward hiding behind someone else's." The masked man laughed. "I should be saying the same thing to you." He folded his arms. "Too bad you'll never get your real face back."

Seeing that the incident had come to an end, the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only me, Ilma, and the two police officers who were in charge of taking our statements. A police officer approached Ilma. His tone softened slightly. “Ms. Laf, regarding your parents’ case, we need your cooperation and a statement. We hope you’ll answer truthfully.” Ilma slowly got to her feet, brushed the dust off her clothes, and said with a vacant stare, “I’ve told you everything I know. It was me… I was the one who destroyed the gas mask. It was because I didn’t trust Gareth that my parents died…” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and her voice grew choked with emotion.