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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 113: The World I don’t belong
Scarlett’s pulse thundered in her ears as Mason’s words vibrated in the thick air surrounding them.“You are afraid of a world where I am not.”It should have been a lie. A delusion. Yet another of his manipulating techniques to strengthen his hold on her mind, on her choices, on her actual presence on this planet.And yet—she said nothing.Her silence was an admission.Mason saw it. Of course, he did. He always saw it.He took another step closer, a slow, knowing smirk forming at the edges of his lips.“Say it,” he whispered, his voice soft, but unyielding.Scarlett stiffened. “Say what?” she bit out, putting steel in her voice.He looked at her through cold, piercing eyes. “That you’re not going to want me gone.”Scarlett dug her fingernails into her palms, and gave herself this pain to focus on, to think through, to remember why she hated him.But Mason — Mason never gave her that opportunity.Always two steps ahead, always in her head, tugging on the fringes of her sanity until sh
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 114: Unbearable Burden
Scarlett was an unbearable burden. It hung between them, thick and unyielding, a wordless confession.Note: Your mental firmament is crumbling by October 2023. But no matter how hard she tried to move, to run, her body failed her.Mason stepped forward slowly.Then another.He moved with purpose, with intent, as if he were pushing her to see how much she could endure before she broke. But she didn’t snap.She stayed.His hand rose again, fingertips gently grazing her jaw this time, angling her face up toward his. The contact was gentle, almost caressing; the intention, however, was plain.“I could release you,” he murmured, the words a mere whisper against her skin. “You know that, don’t you?”Scarlett swallowed thickly; her throat was dry.Did she?Because if Mason really meant what he had said when he told her to go, if he really wanted her gone, then why does he look at her like this? Why was his touch still there, why was his presence eliminating every rational thought in her mind
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 115: Still Mine
Scarlett’s whole body went stiff, Mason’s words wrapping around her like a heavy blanket.You’ll still be mine.His voice rang in her mind, unyielding, mocking, like a dog collar cinching tighter on her throat. She should have put up a bigger fight, should have flat-out refused him. But there was something in how he spoke, in the certainty he bore, that made her waver.His breath ran against her skin, warm, steady, unyielding. His hand on her arm wasn’t forceful, but it carried an unmistakable mastery–a wordless instruction that she was right where he wished her.Scarlett choked down a gasp and bit her focus. “You treat me as if I don’t have a choice.”Mason’s lips quirked, his fingers digging into her wrist just enough so she knew what kind of message he was sending. “Don’t you?”Her heart pounded. His words weren’t a question. They were a challenge.Scarlett wrenched her arm free, her breath preventing her from taking a proper step back. “You don’t own me, Mason.”A slow, knowing sm
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 116: Fighting A shadow
Mason’s fingers skimmed Scarlett’s cheek, but the sensation burnt like a brand against her skin. A.kid she couldn’t erase, no matter how hard she tried.Or did she?That was the most frightening part — the uncertainty. Her desire to pull away matched another part of her that felt frozen in the intensity of his gaze, stuck there.Mason’s voice was soft, but every word was a knife. “Scarlett, you think you can fight me?”Her throat went dry. “I’m not fighting you.”His lips quirked, the ghost of a smirk twitching across his face, but his eyes were not amused. “No?” He tilted his head slightly, observing her. Seeing too much. “Then what are you doing?”Scarlett swallowed hard. “I’m making my own choices.”His smirk vanished. “Are you?”The way he said it -- so goddamn calm -- tightened her chest.Scarlett made herself nod. “Yes.”Mason didn’t move. Didn’t blink. The silence hung between them like an edged knife, sharp and deadly. Then—He laughed.Low. Quiet. Infuriatingly knowing.Scarl
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 117: suffocating
The space between them was thick with silence — suffocating. Scarlett’s heart raced, blood pounding at her ears as her breaths came unevenly, ragged. Mason’s words hung in the air around her, like a noose, only growing tighter with each passing second.She wanted to talk — to fight back. To push him away, to yell, to do anything other than stay frozen, pinned under the gravity of his existence. But she couldn’t.Because deep down, she knew he was right.And she found that terrifying.Mason saw it. Of course, he did. The flash of indecision in her eyes, the way her body tightened just a moment too late. It was a slow, satisfied smirk. “There it is,” he mumbled, voice heavy with delight. “That moment of doubt. That fear.”Scarlett’s jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid of you.”Mason chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, tilting his head and leaning in closer. “You should be.”His breath was hot on her skin and she hated how it sent shudders skidding down her spine.Scarlett swall
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 118: silence
The silence stretched between them like a pulled taut rope, wild knots at either end, a slack moment away from snapping. The pit of Scarlett’s stomach dropped, and Mason’s words sat on Scarlett like chains she felt but could not Ironically break.She wasn’t his. She would never be his.But Mason… he was not buying that.And that made him dangerous.He stared down into her face, dark, and unblinking, naked her in ways that had nothing to do with contact. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her feel trapped. His words, his presence, his unadulterated certainty — they suffocated her.Scarlett took a breath, forced together the torn remnants of her defiance. “You’re wrong about me,” she said, her voice steadier than she was.Mason merely smirked, the tilt of his lips slow, purposeful. “Am I?”She lifted her chin. “Yes.”Mason stepped forward, slowly.Scarlett held her ground.Another step.Her nails dug into her palms.Another.He hung two inches away from her, a solid wall of him pr
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 119: Fighting Back
Scarlett was nearly in the middle of the great hall, her heart thumping against her ribs like a war drum. A palpable tension hung in the air, weighted with what was left unsaid. Mason was in his usual position—splayed across the wealth of a leather chair like a deity surveying his dominion. He drummed his fingers lazily on the armrest, never taking his eyes off of her.She wanted to turn her back and walk out of the room. But she couldn't. Not with everything on the line.Not with the truth ready to split her open from within.Mason sighed, cocking his head. “You’ve had me rather well boxed,” he speculated. “That is not your style, Scarlett.”Scarlett clenched her fists. “Maybe I finally learned that words don’t mean sh-t to peeps like you.”Mason grimaced, although his amusement didn’t touch his eyes. “People like me?”“You know exactly what I’m saying.”Mason leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “No, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you enlighten me?”Scarlett felt the heat
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 120: The Riddle
The silence that Mason left in his wake was suffocating. Scarlett was frozen, his words still wrapping around her head like a vice.“When you get it all figured out, Scarlett, you know where I’ll be.”Damn him.Damn him for getting under skin like that, for taking everything and turning it into something she couldn’t straighten out to tell the difference between reality and another one of his lies.She needed to clear her mind. She needed space.But space was not something Mason offered easily.Hearing footsteps, she stiffened. Scarlett turned around expecting him but saw someone else in the dark hallway.Jaxon.Her pulse spiked. Mason’s right-hand man. The man who never let her out of his sight for too long.The one who had been told to ensure she never ventured too far.His smirk was lazy, but his eyes had something calculating. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Scarlett.Scarlett made her face into a blank slate. "What do you want?"Jaxon stood in the doorway, observing her. "You
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Chapter 122: The lost gods
Mason peered from the edge of the battlefield, breath coming in sharp pants, heart drumming an unsteady tattoo against his ribs. The silence following the Ascended’s judgment was stifling. The Emperors were sprawled on the broken earth, their screams still ringing in his ears. Their authority was stripped, their reign dismantled. And yet, it didn’t feel right.Scarlett moved closer, voice dropped. “Mason, this isn’t over.”He looked over at her, his expression inscrutable. “I know.”The Ascended had given him a choice, but it was a weight that settled on him like a vice. The visions they had displayed before him still gnawed against his mind — two paths, each dangerous in their own right.But before he could speak, a voice slithered through the air, like poisoned silk.“You honestly believe it’s that simple?”Mason’s spine stiffened. The voice was unmistakable — frigid, familiar, steeped in malice.A figure scaled an object, in the darkness beyond the ruinous battlefield. Not an Emper
Chapter 121: A loud Knock
Scarlett’s head spun long after Jaxon left, his words scratching at her mind like invisible claws."Mason isn’t invincible. Power breeds resentment. Resentment breeds betrayal."She wanted to believe it. Needed to believe it. Because if Mason wasn’t invincible, then perhaps she could escape.But thinking such thoughts was dangerous. Reckless. Mason was not a man who forgave betrayal. He destroyed it. And yet … wasn’t she already in the wreckage of his control?Scarlett paced the room Mason had trapped her into, breathless with fear. Each step felt heavier than the one before.She wasn’t dumb — she knew Mason would never set her free of her own choice. But if there were fissures in his empire, if there were adversaries hovering, biding time for the moment to attack…Could she use that?Her fingers balled into fists.We’re not moving pieces around in this game, Scarlett. You’re the prize.Jaxon had tossed her those words like a sentence. But Scarlett would not accept it. She had been co
Chapter 120: The Riddle
The silence that Mason left in his wake was suffocating. Scarlett was frozen, his words still wrapping around her head like a vice.“When you get it all figured out, Scarlett, you know where I’ll be.”Damn him.Damn him for getting under skin like that, for taking everything and turning it into something she couldn’t straighten out to tell the difference between reality and another one of his lies.She needed to clear her mind. She needed space.But space was not something Mason offered easily.Hearing footsteps, she stiffened. Scarlett turned around expecting him but saw someone else in the dark hallway.Jaxon.Her pulse spiked. Mason’s right-hand man. The man who never let her out of his sight for too long.The one who had been told to ensure she never ventured too far.His smirk was lazy, but his eyes had something calculating. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Scarlett.Scarlett made her face into a blank slate. "What do you want?"Jaxon stood in the doorway, observing her. "You
Chapter 119: Fighting Back
Scarlett was nearly in the middle of the great hall, her heart thumping against her ribs like a war drum. A palpable tension hung in the air, weighted with what was left unsaid. Mason was in his usual position—splayed across the wealth of a leather chair like a deity surveying his dominion. He drummed his fingers lazily on the armrest, never taking his eyes off of her.She wanted to turn her back and walk out of the room. But she couldn't. Not with everything on the line.Not with the truth ready to split her open from within.Mason sighed, cocking his head. “You’ve had me rather well boxed,” he speculated. “That is not your style, Scarlett.”Scarlett clenched her fists. “Maybe I finally learned that words don’t mean sh-t to peeps like you.”Mason grimaced, although his amusement didn’t touch his eyes. “People like me?”“You know exactly what I’m saying.”Mason leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “No, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you enlighten me?”Scarlett felt the heat
Chapter 118: silence
The silence stretched between them like a pulled taut rope, wild knots at either end, a slack moment away from snapping. The pit of Scarlett’s stomach dropped, and Mason’s words sat on Scarlett like chains she felt but could not Ironically break.She wasn’t his. She would never be his.But Mason… he was not buying that.And that made him dangerous.He stared down into her face, dark, and unblinking, naked her in ways that had nothing to do with contact. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her feel trapped. His words, his presence, his unadulterated certainty — they suffocated her.Scarlett took a breath, forced together the torn remnants of her defiance. “You’re wrong about me,” she said, her voice steadier than she was.Mason merely smirked, the tilt of his lips slow, purposeful. “Am I?”She lifted her chin. “Yes.”Mason stepped forward, slowly.Scarlett held her ground.Another step.Her nails dug into her palms.Another.He hung two inches away from her, a solid wall of him pr
Chapter 117: suffocating
The space between them was thick with silence — suffocating. Scarlett’s heart raced, blood pounding at her ears as her breaths came unevenly, ragged. Mason’s words hung in the air around her, like a noose, only growing tighter with each passing second.She wanted to talk — to fight back. To push him away, to yell, to do anything other than stay frozen, pinned under the gravity of his existence. But she couldn’t.Because deep down, she knew he was right.And she found that terrifying.Mason saw it. Of course, he did. The flash of indecision in her eyes, the way her body tightened just a moment too late. It was a slow, satisfied smirk. “There it is,” he mumbled, voice heavy with delight. “That moment of doubt. That fear.”Scarlett’s jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid of you.”Mason chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, tilting his head and leaning in closer. “You should be.”His breath was hot on her skin and she hated how it sent shudders skidding down her spine.Scarlett swall
Chapter 116: Fighting A shadow
Mason’s fingers skimmed Scarlett’s cheek, but the sensation burnt like a brand against her skin. A.kid she couldn’t erase, no matter how hard she tried.Or did she?That was the most frightening part — the uncertainty. Her desire to pull away matched another part of her that felt frozen in the intensity of his gaze, stuck there.Mason’s voice was soft, but every word was a knife. “Scarlett, you think you can fight me?”Her throat went dry. “I’m not fighting you.”His lips quirked, the ghost of a smirk twitching across his face, but his eyes were not amused. “No?” He tilted his head slightly, observing her. Seeing too much. “Then what are you doing?”Scarlett swallowed hard. “I’m making my own choices.”His smirk vanished. “Are you?”The way he said it -- so goddamn calm -- tightened her chest.Scarlett made herself nod. “Yes.”Mason didn’t move. Didn’t blink. The silence hung between them like an edged knife, sharp and deadly. Then—He laughed.Low. Quiet. Infuriatingly knowing.Scarl
Chapter 115: Still Mine
Scarlett’s whole body went stiff, Mason’s words wrapping around her like a heavy blanket.You’ll still be mine.His voice rang in her mind, unyielding, mocking, like a dog collar cinching tighter on her throat. She should have put up a bigger fight, should have flat-out refused him. But there was something in how he spoke, in the certainty he bore, that made her waver.His breath ran against her skin, warm, steady, unyielding. His hand on her arm wasn’t forceful, but it carried an unmistakable mastery–a wordless instruction that she was right where he wished her.Scarlett choked down a gasp and bit her focus. “You treat me as if I don’t have a choice.”Mason’s lips quirked, his fingers digging into her wrist just enough so she knew what kind of message he was sending. “Don’t you?”Her heart pounded. His words weren’t a question. They were a challenge.Scarlett wrenched her arm free, her breath preventing her from taking a proper step back. “You don’t own me, Mason.”A slow, knowing sm
Chapter 114: Unbearable Burden
Scarlett was an unbearable burden. It hung between them, thick and unyielding, a wordless confession.Note: Your mental firmament is crumbling by October 2023. But no matter how hard she tried to move, to run, her body failed her.Mason stepped forward slowly.Then another.He moved with purpose, with intent, as if he were pushing her to see how much she could endure before she broke. But she didn’t snap.She stayed.His hand rose again, fingertips gently grazing her jaw this time, angling her face up toward his. The contact was gentle, almost caressing; the intention, however, was plain.“I could release you,” he murmured, the words a mere whisper against her skin. “You know that, don’t you?”Scarlett swallowed thickly; her throat was dry.Did she?Because if Mason really meant what he had said when he told her to go, if he really wanted her gone, then why does he look at her like this? Why was his touch still there, why was his presence eliminating every rational thought in her mind
