Novel & Cerita The Masked Son In Law

The woman I assumed to be her nanny bowed and excused herself from the room while I paced around, running my fingers through my hair and wondering what other secrets he had. "So let's get this straight, you are masked for some reasons unknown to everyone, including me, and now you have a secret daughter that you didn't bother telling me about? What do you take me for?" I yelled, slowly losing my cool. "I told you, Ariel. Don't allow your feelings to get in the way because this marriage is nothing but a mere alliance. And you don't have to worry about my daughter, she's not your responsibility. Just focus on being a good wife to me and a great mother to our unborn children," He shot back.

“What’s two hundred million to someone like you? And don’t think I won’t carry out my threat if you don’t obey. You know exactly how terrifying the Wolfhood’s death sentence can be. Do you really want your grandson to suffer that fate because of your foolishness?” Cornello’s heart sank. Last year, his first son’s wife had given birth to an adorable pup, and he wouldn’t trade him for anything—not even for money. Feeling defeated, Cornello took the paper and completed the transfer. Shortly after, the masked man received the alert. Smirking, he kicked Cornello in the rear and said, “Put that shit on and run off from here.” As soon as Cornello left, the masked man pulled me closer, trailed his f

He lowered his voice and said, “I don’t. I really don’t! You have to stop coming here, Lila. I’ll buy my own medicine.” She was about to say something, but he had already turned around and left. He might’ve been separated from Lisa, but they were still legally married. Moreover, Lila was his sister-in-law. There was simply no way he’d do unspeakable things with her. Mason was still there when Westley returned. His son was leaning on the couch, drinking his coffee, when he heard the door opening and saw his father. He looked a little distressed for having just argued with Lila.

"I’ll handle this." The authority in his tone left no room for argument. Nadeem froze, his muscles taut, then reluctantly stepped back. Dontrell stepped forward, momentarily leaving me exposed. "I don’t want to fight you," the masked man said, his tone measured, though it didn’t mask the weight of the threat. "Your father gave the orders; I’m only here to carry them out." “To hell with what my father says,” Dontrell barked, halting in front of the intruder. His angry gaze pierced through the masked man, locking onto the only part of him not concealed—the eyes. “If I say my wife’s not going, she’s not."

I focused solely on the sound of the voice behind me, calling my name with unmistakable annoyance. My eyes narrowed into slits as I slowly turned around to face him, and I clenched my jaw angrily, my expression hardening. My gaze locked onto two familiar blue orbs, and my blood ran cold. The sight of him made an uneasy feeling settle inside my gut. Standing a few feet away, under the illuminating chandelier, was my 23-year-old son, Dylan. His dark hair, like mine, was combed and slicked back with gel. On his face sat a mask that matched the shade of the dark blue suit he wore while holding a glass of champagne.

I could feel the heaviness behind his tone. I wasn’t a bad-tempered person. I wasn’t a hot head. But I was pissed. Beyond what my public mask could carry. Martin, however, knew me better than anyone else, except maybe my sister, Rina. I inhaled deeply. “Talk. Fast.” “He’s Sir Sinclair’s son from a different marriage. He has used his mother’s name his whole life, and the old man never made him change it. He wasn’t even really in the family’s life, not directly. He was provided for, but that was it. Until he graduated law school with honors, and his other three brothers died or vanished.”

“Why is he hiding his face?” Rylan tightens his grip around my hand as if it is the only way he can withstand the humiliation. I stare at him and he undo his upper button and drag his tie down a little; I can tell that he is uncomfortable. Fuck… I hate elders who can't read the room before talking. Alpha Charles falls silent for a while, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Well…. he has a scar on his face, so my son wears the mask so others don't get comfortable around him. Isn't he so considerate?”

"You mean that masked fugitive?" Emily sneered. "Vincent Norman, the man you like, also wears a mask." "That's different. Vincent's mask was for the masquerade ball. Vincent is Norman's eldest son and a prime bachelor. Your boyfriend is just a fugitive!"

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn 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?"