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One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me? This had to be some kind of joke.

She had been worried sick when he passed out. “And Mason? The other bastards?” Noah slowly sat up, and his mother supported his back with a pillow. “One of your employees, a quirky, nerdy young boy, he came in with the police and they were arrested.” She chimed happily, but Noah's eyes darkened, he knew the truth. Don Romero would get Mason out of jail in no time. “My mask.” He demanded. “Just relax, you don't need it in here, it's dark, just the way you like it.”

A strategic asset to secure my future. I was disgusting. Jason was never an asset. He was a person. A scared, brave, determined person who was fighting just to exist in a world that wanted to own him. And I tried to own him too. I manipulated him. Befriended him with ulterior motives. Took him to my father like he was a gift to be presented. The memory makes me sick. I think about the night I rescued him from the dungeon. How he looked at me when I removed my mask. The confusion and hope and fear in his eyes.

"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?"

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

The glass cup slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground, the shards flying about in different directions. My heart raced and I palmed my lips in horror. "Oh my. I'm so sorry," I gasped, lifting my face to peer at his face and blood drained from my body. He wore a dark plastic mask that only revealed his dark orbs but kept the rest of his face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit and a pair of black boots that did nothing to hide how huge and intimidating he was. Dressing formally wasn't for a man like him.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

"Did you see the men?" "No, they were wearing masks." This time, he smiled a little. "That's the thing about cowards: they never reveal their name or identity. They prefer lurking around the shadows, wearing masks. They think they are clever enough to hide behind the facade of their creation." I gripped the seat of the couch unnecessarily tightly. "Are we done here?" "You saved my brother's life, Liliana. For that, I am grateful to you." "I would have done it for any stranger." Not really.

I wanted to unmask MK and see who he really was. Is it Galvin? I firmly extended my hand, I gently pressed on MK's mask, directly lifted up.

However, with the help of advanced technology and some special material, Sahil and his subordinates cannot only distinguish between humans, demons, and angels, as well as they can also hide their faces. The mask that Sahil and his subordinates always wear during face-offs with demons and other creatures can protect their mind and help them hide their identities. But since Kiara was able to see through their masks, Sahil made an exception and decided to be without a mask whenever Kiara and he were alone. So now, In front of another demon, he was wearing his mask.