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The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 15
It had been ten months since the accident, yet Jason felt like he had only just begun to breathe again. His body, which had been broken and bruised beyond recognition, had recovered at an alarming rate that surprised his doctor. Dr. Mark Atkins had been certain it would take years for him to regain any semblance of his old strength, but Jason had defied expectations. His bones had mended quicker than anticipated, and his muscles had followed suit. However, his mind remained locked away, trapped in a burning fog and no matter how hard he tried, the memories eluded him.There were too many unanswered questions that gnawed at him in his quiet moments. What had he looked like before the accident? Was he the same person now that he had become? What had his life been like? And, most pressing of all, how had the accident happened? Every time he asked, his father, Mr. ArkWrath, his Aunt May, and even Dr. Atkins, they would change the subject or keep their responses vague.The more time passed
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 16
Jason woke up to the familiar soft sunlight creeping through the thick curtains of his room. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know where he was. The plushness of the bed, the faint scent of lavender in the air, and the quiet hum of the mansion’s air conditioning system all pointed to one undeniable fact: he was still in his father’s mansion on Danslen’s Island. It felt strange to be so used to the place, yet so unfamiliar with it at the same time.He stretched slowly, feeling the stiffness in his limbs—a faint reminder of just how far he'd come since the accident. The ache had faded long ago, but every so often, a small twinge would flare up, like the echo of the pain that once consumed him.Jason glanced at the bedside clock. *10:15 AM.*"Dammit," he muttered to himself, quickly sitting up. He had to wash up and get ready to meet his father before his 11:00 AM meeting. His father’s meetings were always a rigid schedule, a daily routine that began at that time and lasted until
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 17
Jason stared blankly at the three diaries laid out before him. The leather covers were worn, edges frayed, and the paper within yellowed with age. Each one was roughly the size of his hand, but the weight they carried was far heavier. He wondered, almost in disbelief, how much of his own life he had experienced to have filled three separate books with such deep, personal thoughts. It felt... surreal. He could hardly imagine himself diligently documenting every passing thought. He was the kind of person who couldn’t even trust his own memories anymore. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, bitter and tinged with irony as his memories were fleeting, like wisps of smoke that had dissolved the moment the accident occurred. Every time he tried to reach for one of those fleeting memories, it felt like it slipped through his fingers. Perhaps that was his punishment for some unknown mistake in the past. Jason reached for the nearest diary. His fingers brushed over the cover, a dark, cracked le
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 1
Jason did not realize how much time he had spent under the drizzling shower as he turned it off and proceeded to dry his body with a rag-like brownish white towel abandoned for his own personal usage.‘Beggars ain't choosers’, he thought as he recalled the fast-paced episode he was casted in few minutes earlier. His wife was the female lead, the villain in his story since 3 years ago. It began at exactly 6:54 AM when Diane couldn't hold it in any longer.Her ‘uplifting’ early morning monologues of his extent of uselessness which had replaced his cup of iced Americano coffee served cold were enacted just like he hated them. He should have gotten used to it by now but his mind is set on the notion that she'll change for good. ‘Once I get my promotion as the head deliverer. More money, more time for Dee and my Ria Thered be enough for a trip to Miami Beach for Dee's birthday She'd be happy. We'll be happy. One big happy family again I should take a loan to get a house in her name. Tha
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 2
It was already few minutes past 8AM when Jason reached Xavi Cafe and fillings. He knew he was late and had to face his boss and not the present head deliverer, Jones. Jones was a 65 years old Irish-Latino sturdy man who looks like he took 20 years off his age with his pinkish baby like skin, grey iris and black hair. Jason believes that Jones understood him better than anyone else.‘I know I'm safe with him. I hope he is able to convince the boss.', Jason thought as he drove into the garage. As soon as he parked his scooter in the general section, he spotted his boss' car in the reserved corner his brain sent a shiver down his spine. He felt a throbbing pang in his heart as he turned off the ignition. He harbored the thought that he might one day have a cardiac arrest as a result of the shocks his heart receive from the fear of his boss. He had secretly hoped that his boss would not be at work so early.‘Past 8 isn't so early if you asked me’, he reminded himself. ‘Well, here goes not
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 3
After the first 3 rounds of delivery, the delivery van started emitting thick smoke from the exhaust pipe as he made his way back to pick up the next batch of pastries and beverages. ‘This Thursday sure has something up its sleeves.’ Jason thought wearily and felt obligated to report the boss directly as he had been instructed to do so whenever the vehicles develop hiccups.As soon as he parked the van and made his way to his boss's office, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand in their roots. Jason had learnt to pay attention to this rush of dread but at that moment he had zeroed in his mind on what he had to do.‘Yo man! What's up with the van?’, The 6 feet tall brown skin security guarding the parking lot asked approached the van.‘I really don't know.’ Jason replied dismissively as he exited the van.‘You should be careful with our boss's babies. He doesn't like them bothered.’ The well- built and taller security with a strong German look and accent chipped in. ‘You shou
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 4
‘Watch out man!’ Iglesias called out behind Jason as he almost bumped into one of the waiters exiting the kitchen with a breakfast box. Jason heard nothing. All he wanted to do was flee. It was not until he exited the building through the back door that he realized that his keys were not in his pocket and he was still wearing his work clothes. ‘I’d rather dump them in a trashcan rather than return them anyways.’, he thought.He had momentarily forgotten what he had just witnessed as the ache in his head made it difficult for his thoughts to conjure. Jason whimpered as he felt his head throbbing as the scene and exchange of dialogues came rushing back. He felt his stomach churn as though he was hungry and nauseous at the same time. As he held unto the delivery boxes stacked by the door in order to relief himself of his aches, he heard the door open behind him. He did not turn because he knew that whosoever it could be was probably out to mock him. Then he heard the familiar voice
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 5
Dee thought she was glad that he was nowhere to be found 3 days after the incident but by the sunset of the third day, she could feel her anxiety level spike up beyond what she could control without her medications. Her anxiety issues which got diagnosed when she was 16 years old had worsened over the years until she met Jason. She was almost 22 years old when she met him and just 2 days before her 23rd birthday, she discovered she was pregnant with Ria. Since that day, her breakdowns occasionally made its grand appearance whenever she’s extremely stressed. ‘Where is he… where is he… where is he… where is Jason?’, She whispered repeatedly as she paced around her bed while pulling at her hair unconsciously. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the room while staring into the wall as the feeling descended on her again felt as though her throat was closing up as she felt the floor beneath her feet quake slowly. As Dee struggled to steady her feet while reaching for the bed, she heard
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CHAPTER 17
Jason stared blankly at the three diaries laid out before him. The leather covers were worn, edges frayed, and the paper within yellowed with age. Each one was roughly the size of his hand, but the weight they carried was far heavier. He wondered, almost in disbelief, how much of his own life he had experienced to have filled three separate books with such deep, personal thoughts. It felt... surreal. He could hardly imagine himself diligently documenting every passing thought. He was the kind of person who couldn’t even trust his own memories anymore. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, bitter and tinged with irony as his memories were fleeting, like wisps of smoke that had dissolved the moment the accident occurred. Every time he tried to reach for one of those fleeting memories, it felt like it slipped through his fingers. Perhaps that was his punishment for some unknown mistake in the past. Jason reached for the nearest diary. His fingers brushed over the cover, a dark, cracked le
CHAPTER 16
Jason woke up to the familiar soft sunlight creeping through the thick curtains of his room. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know where he was. The plushness of the bed, the faint scent of lavender in the air, and the quiet hum of the mansion’s air conditioning system all pointed to one undeniable fact: he was still in his father’s mansion on Danslen’s Island. It felt strange to be so used to the place, yet so unfamiliar with it at the same time.He stretched slowly, feeling the stiffness in his limbs—a faint reminder of just how far he'd come since the accident. The ache had faded long ago, but every so often, a small twinge would flare up, like the echo of the pain that once consumed him.Jason glanced at the bedside clock. *10:15 AM.*"Dammit," he muttered to himself, quickly sitting up. He had to wash up and get ready to meet his father before his 11:00 AM meeting. His father’s meetings were always a rigid schedule, a daily routine that began at that time and lasted until
CHAPTER 15
It had been ten months since the accident, yet Jason felt like he had only just begun to breathe again. His body, which had been broken and bruised beyond recognition, had recovered at an alarming rate that surprised his doctor. Dr. Mark Atkins had been certain it would take years for him to regain any semblance of his old strength, but Jason had defied expectations. His bones had mended quicker than anticipated, and his muscles had followed suit. However, his mind remained locked away, trapped in a burning fog and no matter how hard he tried, the memories eluded him.There were too many unanswered questions that gnawed at him in his quiet moments. What had he looked like before the accident? Was he the same person now that he had become? What had his life been like? And, most pressing of all, how had the accident happened? Every time he asked, his father, Mr. ArkWrath, his Aunt May, and even Dr. Atkins, they would change the subject or keep their responses vague.The more time passed
CHAPTER 14
2 days before Jason's assumed final moments at the hospital, Daisy heard something she shouldn't have and the events that followed till Jason's miraculous recovery were a blur in her memory as she had been constantly injected with a high dosage of valium 5. ...Suddenly, Daisy felt something restricting her body in an awkward manner as she began to regain consciousness after days of her inertia. Her head pounded with each breath she took as if a drumbeat was been rattled in its highest volume through her skull. She could feel the remnants of something cold, something suffocating clinging desperately to her consciousness. Her hands felt somewhat numb and when she tried to move as the sharp and constricting feeling of rope around her wrists stung her skin. She tugged as she took in her surroundings, but the ropes held firm. Her body, too, felt as if it were suffocating in the darkness which she was. The sudden urge to scream made her realise that something had been shoved and taped in
CHAPTER 13
Dr. Mark Atkins sat behind his table in his office as the steady hum of the fluorescent lights above was doing little to break the eerie silence surrounding him. His gaze was fixed on the screen in front of him, but his mind was far from the rows of data staring in his face. The cursor on the page blinked rapidly as his fingers hovered above the keyboard, but there was no pressing need to type. His mind was lost, more like entangled in the grief of Syma’s passing, which has made it harder for him to focus. For a fleeting moment, the world around him felt distant and empty, as if he were disconnected from everything that used to matter to him. The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat was his only companion in that stillness. The memories of Syma, her infectious laughter, the way her dark hair like her father's framed her face, the sparkle in her eyes when she smiled, everything ccame rushing back that he felt tears stinging his eyes. It had only been 5 days since he heard the nerve wrecking
CHAPTER 12
It was not until 5 days later before he was sucked back into full consciousness. As he became more conscious, Jason’s eyes fluttered open, but the sight before him was not what he was expecting to see. The room smelt like antiseptic, lavender and was unnervingly quiet except for the beeping sounds coming from behind his head. His body felt heavy, like it belonged to someone else. He felt the throb of pain in every inch of his body ached as the air around him felt too thick for comfort. He tried to lift his arm, but it refused to budge. His limbs felt as though they were made of stone. Jason felt the sudden rush of panic from somewhere deep inside him, but it was muffled and too distant to appear on his face or prompt any reflex action. He tried again, pushing against the invisible weight that held him down, willing his right hand to move. Slowly, agonizingly as the ache in his joint rose in intensity, it twitched, and then, crawled toward his face. His fingertips brushed the mask th
CHAPTER 11
The sterile air of the hospital felt heavy, almost suffocating. Nurse Syma stood quietly in the room, her hands steady as she adjusted the syringe in her gloved fingers. The heavily bandaged and ironically fragile figure lying unconscious, had no idea of the darkness that loomed over him. She felt an obvious disconnect with the figure and sighed at the thought of not having a personal attachment to him. To her, he was just another target, another cog in the machine of a larger, ruthless scheme that had drawn her in. Syma knew that she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. She carefully inserted the syringe into his IV line, pushing the plunger slowly. The content of the syringe was designed to eliminate him within 5 minutes. Once she had emptied the syringe, she dipped it into her scrub’s pocket which hid the slight tremble of her hand at that moment. She knew what came next. The job would be done, and she would move on. ‘No emotional attachment, no second thoughts’, she thought as
CHAPTER 10
John’s eyes were glued to the 10 different screens in front of him in the security office of ArkWrath hospital. It was not a one man’s job but his shift mate had left him alone in the room again to take another quick dump which John had lost count of the number within 3 hours. His focus was interrupted by his ringing phone. They had been warned not to leave their phones on during work hours but today was a special day and he was willing to risk not only his job but also his life for it. As he answered the call, he said nothing and waited for the caller whom he had identified through the unsaved number to say the safe word which they had mastered, ‘Fix it when you should’.‘Fix it when you should. It’s done. Do your part now mate.’ the caller said‘Got it. Spotlights on me in 3 minutes. How far along was it?’, he asked‘3 minutes at most. Clean the slates ASAP.’, she repliedBefore John could reply again, he heard a vigorous knock on the door of the security room. ‘Duty calls’, he sai
CHAPTER 9
His eye lids felt as though they were glued to his eyeballs as they have stayed shut since he became conscious enough to realize that he had been trying to open them. The more he tried, the more he realized that it was a futile effort. Jason felt trapped in some place, something as small and stuffy as a shoe box. The air around him was hot, too hot that he felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness despite his struggle to stay awake. As he struggled desperately to free himself from whatever was holding him captive, he felt his body sprawling out effortlessly onto a softer platform. It was at this point that he felt his head spinning; more like his whole body was tied to a spinning wheel. Then, it stopped. Everything stopped again as he felt his whole body been stuffed into a much smaller box and space again. …The doctor was sited behind his table which was crowded by several medical books, hospital records and a hospital file named ‘X-Classified’ printed beneath ‘ARKWRATH H
