Unmasking Mr Right Novels & Stories

He looked at the woman up and down and asked, "Why are you dressed like this, and why don't you want to remove your mask? Didn't you hear my friend just now?" "Bro, let me help you remove her mask. Looks like she has a hearing problem." Marcus said as he stood up. Dominic looked at him, but he did not stop him. He only waved his hand in boredom. He should be at home cuddling his wife's soft body, but now... The woman closed her eyes, ready for the humiliation. Marcus yanked the mask off her face, and the moment her face was revealed in front of him, he was so stunned that he fell on his butt.

I wanted him to pay for his sins. Present Day Eva watched me, her expression unreadable. “So now that I am useless to you, what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. I smirked. “You might not be useful to me anymore, but someone else is.” Eva’s brows furrowed. “Who?” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “The person who turned Mr. Right into Mr. Wrong.” Eva’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “Who?”

The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her. He sighed loudly as he placed the box down on the counter with a loud thud. "Mr. Windchestly, could you please not bother the girl with your silly stories." He scolded. "Now, go!" In the corner of her eye, Melody could see the man, Mr. Windchestly nod and start to walk away wordlessly; conceding to the command. Maggie found it odd but was happy the deranged man was now away from her. Once he left, the green-eyed man looked at Melody who was still a little speechless and chuckled slightly, "Don't mind him. He's a lit

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

But behind his smile, I can still see the sadness lurking. I gently take a seat on Andrei's lap, my hand moving towards his face. I wanna touch his mask, wanna see him without it. I hesitate for a moment, but then I reach out, my hand resting gently on the mask, feeling the coolness of the metal against my skin. “You are prepared to reveal your face to me now, Mr. Carter.” He clears his throat, "Of course. We did have an agreement, Ms. Monroe.” Carefully, I begin to remove the mask from Andrei's face. As it comes away, I'm struck by the sight of his features in full for the first time.

It was the sort of place where secrets could be exchanged over espresso without ever being noticed—private booths, shadowed corners, and staff trained not to see too much. Marlena Lockwood sat in the farthest booth, back straight, spine taut, and lips pursed with the kind of practiced poise only decades of high society could mold. Across from her sat a man in his late forties, silver streaking his neatly combed hair, a plain black folder clutched in his hand like a loaded weapon. “Let’s be clear, Mr. Brandt,” she said, voice cold as the rain outside. “I didn’t pay for gossip or speculation. I want verifiable truth.”

“Thank you for your extraordinary enthusiasm. Our auction has officially concluded.” Another round of applause echoes through the ballroom. “And now…we arrive at the moment the entire world has been waiting for. The unveiling of Masked LRT.” My stomach drops. It’s time. Oh my God! It’s actually time. I suddenly feel as though I might throw up. “Hey.” Aaron gently cups my face, forcing me to look at him instead of the screen. “Lori. Breathe.” I do exactly that, taking a slow, steady breath before letting it out.

The room emptied quickly, everyone eager to flee. Marcus was the first one out the door, letting out a sigh of relief once he was safely back in his office. He said a silent thank you to the anonymous visitor whose timely arrival saved his job. Logan strode out of the conference room, a sense of purpose in every step. Then he suddenly paused as he caught his reflection in the glass wall. He detoured to the men’s room and checked himself out in the mirror with a frown. A hint of stubble marred his jawline, and his hair was slightly dishevelled.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.