Unmasking Mr Right Novels & Stories

I said trying to keep a straight face . "So to the issue at hand, what exactly is wrong with her? I mean your mom." . "The meds call it Inguinal hernia." I said trying in vain to hold back the tears about to drop on my cheeks. I quickly cleaned them with the hanky in my hand. It was then I realized I had since held on to his kerchief all this while. "I.. I'll wash this and return it to you tomorrow." I said sniffing in a snot. He said nothing but nodded with a smile on his well carved lips.

I forced myself to stay still despite the tremor running through my body and looked around for Sebastian. I knew it. He was unreliable as ever. "How much longer?" I finally asked. "Soon. Just wait a little longer," Rebecca said. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a server led someone into the private room. The man was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. I glanced at him once before turning to look at Rebecca, who had been watching me the entire time. "So what exactly are you planning?" I asked. "Are you expecting him to start a therapy session for me right here in the private room?"

To remind her that I could reach anyone, anytime, anywhere. I thought about Emma. About her face when she realized her son was missing. For a moment—just a moment—I felt something that might have been shameful. Then I pushed it away. Shame was for people who had done something wrong. I hadn't done anything wrong. I had fought for what was mine. That was my right. The door opened again and a different agent came this time. A man in a cheap suit with a tired face. "You're free to go, Mr. Pritchett."

And if all this time Michael's brown hair had been covered by a wig, then that mustache must have been fake too. In a flash Avelyn stepped into Elvis's room and opened the door wide. In the middle of the room Elvis / Michael was still sleeping peacefully under the influence of medicine. But Avelyn didn't care this time, she just pulled the damn mustache off Elvis's face in one swift motion. The fake mustache just slipped off Elvis's face, who now no longer featured Elvis, but Michael Phoenix, who was asleep because of a cut on his stomach.

“Do you not think you’ve embarrassed us enough? Why are you still causing a scene here?” Timothy let out a sigh. “That’s enough. Let's stop this here.” The crowd finally came to their senses. They offered their congratulations to Ethan and I as if they hadn’t been mocking me just moments ago. Steven dragged Aaron away. Even then, Aaron refused to give up. “Sabrina! Tell your grandpa it was a mistake! I’m the one you love! I’m the one you want to marry!” Aaron's mother, Ella, quickly covered his mouth. She cast a look of apology at me and Timothy.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

“It is okay to celebrate but I don't think I will be joining you,“ I replied sharply. I knew the next question that would proceed was why so I already thought of the perfect excuse to give. The look of surprise on his face when I gave him my answer was one of a kind. He never thought I would reject his offer of dinner with him. “There is no problem with us. I am having my monthly period and I don't want to look like a mess at dinner,“ I answered boldly so he wouldn't sense the lie. “Oh, that's fine. I guess I will just have it with the rest then. We would have ours after,“ he responded. He unzipped his brown leather jacket and brought out a key with a dangling crown pendant attached to it.

“It was worth every euro sent. I don’t think we have ever bought a more invigorating hour. Before I book the two of you again, I have one last request.” “And what is that?” Darren asked, his eyes on the screen but his mouth grazing against my neck, right over my mark. I smiled at not feeling any trace of the bond from the touch. I know Cameron felt this, but I didn’t feel him at all anymore. It was so freeing. “The mask,” Mr. Smith grinned. “Remove it and I will double the pay.” Darren chuckled, his bulky chest vibrating against my back. “What do you think, my masked lady? Can money get you to take that thing off?”

The sight of her tongueless desperation made the room feel colder. Mr. Everhart signaled to his tech team. Within minutes, they projected the footage onto the glass wall. The video showed her positioning near the reception hall, capturing every face as members removed took their masks upon arrival. One by one, their faces exposed. Mr. Everhart stopped the video midway. His tone was calm, but deadly. “I don’t need to play the rest. You all understand what this means, someone wanted every unmasked face in this room documented. Someone among us.”

Empty spaces where something warm should have been. Doctor B cleared his throat lightly, breaking through my thoughts. He glanced away, almost as if giving me a moment to gather myself before speaking. “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a new assistant today.” A man stepped out from his private office, his presence immediately commanding attention. A mask covered the upper half of his face, hiding his eyes and the lines of his cheekbones, leaving only the lower half visible. He was clean-shaven, dressed in healer scrubs, his posture straight and composed in a way that suggested quiet confidence.