Unmasking Mr Right Novels & Stories

Drama queen. “Hello, my name is Mr. Morgan Clark, one of the primary winners of the last concluded elections. Some false news was delivered about me in the news yesterday, and I just want to address it. I may not have grown up with anything. I have very humble beginnings, but my father worked hard to give me a good life away from crime and drugs. Everything released yesterday is fabricated lies by my enemies as the elections draw close. Some people prefer to play dirty. I am working with the police to uncover the mask of the culprits and put them behind bars. Until then, I remain your humble servant, Mrs. Morgan Sparks. God bless Manhattan City.” He steps off the podium, ignoring all questio

Next time, for sure. The burner phone vibrated in my lap, a string of emojis from Hal. A computer to show he was at the door along, a rose to go to the left side of the house, two trees to tell me to look for the second wooden door. “Move out,” I said. My men and I crept out of the van. We’d worn all black and bulletproof vests again, but I decided to skip the masks. Everybody else at the party was hiding their identity, so coming in with my face known would make an even bigger statement. I was the one unseating Marino. We scrambled over the section of fence where Lyle had cut the power to de-electrify it.

Instead, he slowly stepped forward and casually removed the mask of a plump man. He smirked, When he saw the man's face, Marion smiled in a way that was hard to describe. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pearson." "M-Mr. Houston..." Harvey Pearson sweated nervously. Marion casually asked, "Does your wife know you're here?" "We're just here to have some fun, Mr. Houston. We haven't done anything to offend you. We wouldn't dare." Marion ignored him, turning to rip off more masks. "Mr. Glenn, Mr. Stokes, Mr. Salazar..." he muttered, raising his hand.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?

Javed whispered. “Stay in the restroom. Do not go back to the table. I am on my way.” The line went dead. Twenty minutes later, Javed was standing just inside the restaurant lobby when the heavy glass doors flew open. Martin stormed in like an avenging dark angel. He was still wearing his dress trousers, but he’d thrown on a sleek black leather jacket that made him look impossibly large and intimidating. His face was a mask of pure, murderous rage. Before Javed could even speak, Martin caught sight of Adrian, who had wandered out to the lobby looking for his date.

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

When the old woman left the room, I laid my body on the bed and waited for the massage therapist to come over. “Ahhmm, Princess Unara, would you not want to take off your clothes?” suddenly, the massage therapist said. I stiffened. Could I really take off my clothes in front of another person? I thought, with hesitance. “Ahhmm, no. Not this time. Do not use oil or whatever. Just massage me with my clothes on,” I replied nonchalantly. I don’t want her to wonder why Princess Unara seemed to be acting differently this time.

I felt nervous, for some reason. Though I have never been a fan of Maddison's 'thin/healthy' life, she was still my Luna. We all slowly removed the contacts, our eyes changing back to their regular color. I blinked a few times, the air felt dry and strange now."Now we will unmask." I mumbled again.I reached back and untied the mask. It slipped into my hands, revealing my face. The other copied my action. Madison and Jeremy's eyes scanned our faces, recognition flooding their features.

The whole ride I kept my head down, my heart hammering against my ribs. When I finally sat in the examination room, the doctor, who was a calm, middle-aged woman named Dr. Elara, looked at me over her glasses. She knew me well. “Mr. Riven,” she said gently, “you can take the mask off. Everything said in this room stays confidential.” I hesitated, then slowly pulled the mask down. She didn’t react like she recognized me. Good.