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.

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.

I turned back to the front and was shocked to see the silver-masked man in front of me. "Ahhh," I screamed in horror and wanted to fall but he was quick to catch me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist supporting my weightless body. The silver moonlight seemed to set on his face that was covered in a mask. This is the devil that has been tormenting me for the past Eight years. I don't even know who he was and I'm sure I don't want to know. "Do you want to run away now?" He asked with a raised brow. Though his face was covered with a mask, I could tell he was smirking at me. His dark Phoenix eyes gaze into mine and my body shivered slightly

One of the people laughed out, and Scarlet’s mother could tell it was a female. “Please let me go, just this once. I don’t know who you are, but please let me go.” She pleaded again, but the masked lady signaled to the masked men, and they began to close in on Scarlet’s mother. Scarlet’s mother looked around her, trying to look for a way to escape, but there was just a slim chance that she would be faster than these seemingly wicked people. Before she could try to make a move to try to escape, she felt something heavy hit her back, then the back of her head, and she fell to her knees with her mouth open.

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

The masked woman entered a room and removed the mask on her face she turned towards the man following her “Call van for me!” She commanded. The man bowed and left then he returned with the girl that looked like Savannah and walked back out leaving the two of them to talk. “Van!” I suggest we move on with our initial plan because Raymond Cole will be back today. The masked woman said not turning to face her. “Godmother!” Do we have to go to that extent and provoke both the Cole and the piers!? When our original target is the Sinclair!” Van said still bowing with fear.

he says. My name in his voice has weight. Familiarity. Like he’s said it a thousand times before in a place I don’t remember. Ezra freezes. “Don’t talk to him,” he whispers, voice shaking. The masked man tilts his head again—as if studying Ezra’s reaction, testing boundaries, learning the shape of Ezra’s protection. Then his attention slides back to me, voice low: “I told you not to open the door.” Ezra explodes forward. This time he tackles the masked man fully, both of them crashing into the dining table. Chairs splinter. Wood shatters.

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."