Mr. Saul Your Disguise Is Exposed Novels & Stories

The news flickered in. BREAKING: CAPTAIN RAINER RESIGNS FROM THE FORCE WITH NO PUBLIC STATEMENT The anchorwoman's voice was smooth, practiced, but tinged with concern. “In a shocking turn of events, Captain Elias Rainer has submitted his formal resignation, effective immediately. The decorated officer, known for his long tenure and strategic leadership, still had many productive years left in the force. His abrupt exit has sparked speculation regarding deeper issues, particularly surrounding his alleged connections with the controversial Rossi family…”

Like he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. I narrowed my eyes, trying to place the familiarity. Had I seen him somewhere before? Maybe at a business event or on TV? I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “Good afternoon, Mr. Goldberg,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Sit,” I instructed, motioning toward the chair across from me. “Let’s get started.” --- Charlotte My palms were sweating as I sat down, but I kept my hands tightly clasped on my lap. The disguise was working, or at least it seemed to be. Charles Goldberg hadn’t looked twice at me. The plan was holding.

Perhaps it was the long period of neglect, but it ultimately sparked a sense of crisis in Summer. At last, she tore off her mask and revealed her true colors. The next morning, Tabitha woke to a barrage of provocative messages Summer had sent the night before. "I know you saw us. How did it feel, watching your husband kiss another woman while your son covered for him? You know, Kieran loves it when I cry. He said it gives him a sense of satisfaction, especially when we were in bed.

With a confident demeanor, he addressed the masked figure. "What's this about?" Klein inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. His eyes locked on the assailant's concealed face. The assailant remained silent for a moment while his stance remained unwavering as he regarded Klein with a steely gaze. Then, with a chilling calmness, he spoke, his words carrying an air of authority. "Ah. Maximilian Klein, my order is to eliminate you," the assailant stated, his tone firm and commanding. Klein's grin widened as he leaned back casually. His demeanor was unfazed by the threat before him. "Oh?" he responded with a playful glint in his eyes.

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

“Don’t talk to her!” Blaze yelled at him. Lenox laugh and clap his hands. “She is not Shama, she is my mate.” Blaze said and turn to me. He gave me a meaningful look, and I get what he wants me to do. That's basic! “Hi, I am not Shama. I am the Alpha’s mate, nice meeting you,” I utter while disguising my voice. Lenox nodded while still looking at me. He is not convinced on what I’ve said, but I will make sure he will not notice me. I will hide my real face by this mask.

“No, silly. Your other aunt. Dahlia St. Clair. Ring a bell?” I blanked out. I didn’t even know I had an aunt called Dahlia until I read Mama’s journal. How did he find out? “I guess you’re about to tell me how that worked out?” “Only because I’m impressed by how perfectly one could hide their identity.” He spoke, his gun still pointed at my forehead. “I always knew you were not who you were claiming to be. Your life made way too much sense the way everything fit together.” “Note to self, throw in a few skeletons next time,” I said. He glowered at me, not finding my joke funny.

He dropped Saul like a bag of trash. Saul slumped against the stairs, clutching his shattered wrist. He looked at me, and for the first time, he didn't see a girl. He saw the predator I was becoming. "You're protecting them," Saul wheezed. "You're choosing the monsters." "I'm choosing the truth, Saul," I said, leaning down. "Now, here is what is going to happen. You’re going to drive back to my father and tell him the extraction was a failure because I wasn't there. Tell him I’ve moved."

The stench of blood was also nauseating. These men were all fighters under the Masseys, while those of the Zott family's subordinates were nowhere to be seen. "Something's not right!" Saul suddenly felt terror overcome him, but it was already too late. With a loud noise, the door to the villa banged shut. "Crap, we were tricked!" Saul knew this did not bode well for him, but the door could not be opened no matter what he did. Saul's expression turned grim. He roared, "Where's Kevin, that bastard?"

interjected Laurel before Audrey could even finish. Then, she pointed at the unconscious Salvatore on the ground and said, "He's a fake. This man who calls himself a disciple of the Elixir Sect is the real Darryl." What? Audrey was flabbergasted at this reveal, shaking her head in disbelief as she argued, "That's impossible. He probably tricked you because you were too soft against him!" Laurel did not want to talk nonsense. With the hint from Darryl, she slowly walked over and removed the golden mask on Salvatore's face.