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The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 21
“Tell me about us, Father... I want to hear from you. I’ve read stuff, I’ve seen things, but... I want you to tell me about ArkWrath. Who are we? How far have we come? Are we good people, or are we the ones on the other side of the light? Why do we run the state of ArkWrath?” Jason asked, not breaking eye contact with his father, Winston ArkWrath. His voice was steady but carried a weight, one that came from curiosity, confusion, and now, an undeniable desire to understand.Winston ArkWrath, sitting across from his son in his office, sighed heavily. He sat back in his leather chair, a picture of control and authority. His hand slowly lifted the porcelain cup of black coffee to his lips, and as he took a sip, his eyes met Jason’s. A slow smile spread across his face, but there was something in his gaze, something that suggested he had seen more than enough to know how difficult it was for his son to ask these questions.“One at a time, Jason,” Winston finally said, setting the cup down
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 22
"But before your practice of first-hand combat, you have to learn about our rivals," Winston said firmly, his voice steady yet laced with an underlying tension. He leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light from the chandelier casting shadows across his sharp features. "I wouldn't call them our enemies, though."Jason tilted his head slightly, his confusion evident. "And they are?" he asked, furrowing his brow as he tried to piece together what his father was hinting at."Don't play dumb, boy... You know them already," Winston replied exasperatedly, his tone growing sharper as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk.Jason hesitated for a moment before venturing cautiously, "The ArkAnti state and their empire?""Yes, and...?" Winston prompted, raising an eyebrow as if daring Jason to think harder."Who else?!" Jason asked with a broad grin, clearly enjoying the little game of cat and mouse. His attempt to lighten the mood was obvious.Winston's lips curled into a smirk. "Y
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 23
Jason knew there was no turning back at this point. He knew what he had to do and how he would achieve it already and with his father solidly behind him, he was as strong as the Everest. But first, he had to finish what he had started, he had to read every part of the diaries that they said he had written over the years. He still does not remember a thing but the diaries have proven to be something worth holding on to as his past self. So far, he had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions reading them because he read them with a heavy heart and trippy mind. Jason rose instantly from his bed and sat by his study table. He knew it was time to read what was in those diaries and experience them without holding back, having second thoughts or doubting them. As he opened the second diary again, he realized that he had read it up till the last entry.He closed it and picked the third diary. As he opened it, he realized that it was the most recent diary. It was dated 2000-2010 was the date t
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 24
Jason woke up with a heavy, unshakable weariness pressing down on his body. The kind of tiredness that didn’t come from lack of sleep but from something else. He blinked against the darkness, squinting in an attempt to make sense of his surroundings. The clock on his bedside table ticked loudly. It was well past midnight. He remembered nothing of his encounter with his father, just the overwhelming sensation of the angst and the room spinning as he’d read the last of the diaries. That was all. Outside, it was pitch black. A chill in the air made his joints ache. He didn’t know why, but the thought of a cold rush of water comforted him. His legs trembled slightly as he swung them off the edge of the bed, the floor cool beneath his feet. He had the sudden urge to take a long, soothing shower, but as he stood, the diaries caught his eyes, again.For reasons he couldn't explain, they beckoned to him, compelling him to open them once more. Something felt unfinished. It was as though the a
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 25
Jason stood in front of his father in his home office, the weight of everything was now pressing down on his shoulders. He had never imagined this moment would come, this confrontation that seemed to have been waiting all his life."Why didn’t you ever look for me?" Jason's voice broke the silence, hoarse with a mix of pain and accusation. "You just let me go... and didn’t try to find me. All this time, you never even cared enough to search."His father didn’t respond immediately. The old man looked down, his hands clenched tightly together, as if searching for the right words, but finding none. Finally, he sighed, a long, heavy exhalation, as if the weight of the past had crushed him too many times."I did look for you, Jason," Mr. ArkWrath said quietly, his voice trembling with a vulnerability Jason had never heard before. "I searched... but your letter..." He paused, as if the mere mention of it was a wound too fresh to touch. "You told us not to. You wrote that we should leave you
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 26
It had been three months since Jason began his reintegration into the system, and in those three months, his life had become a series of routines and adaptations. As the sun pierced through the blinds at 7 am, Jason rose from his bed, the rhythm of his body waking up as instinctively as his mind. The gym had become a non-negotiable part of his day, a daily ritual born out of his need for discipline and control. The private martial arts training that his father had arranged for him had transformed his body, honed his reflexes, and instilled in him a quiet sense of power. But today, as he prepared for his morning workout, something was different.On his study table, already cluttered with an assortment of packages that had arrived over the past weeks, was another box. It wasn’t particularly large, but it stood out among the others, as though it was waiting for him. The note attached to it was simple, scrawled in his father’s familiar hand: "Wear this."Jason raised an eyebrow, the feeli
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 27
Jason had no expectations from his new job. He knew exactly what he had to do and expected almost nothing in return. It, surprisingly felt too natural, as if this role had always been something he was familiar with. Like there had always been someone above, giving orders, telling him where to go and what to do.The first week was too simple. His introduction to the job consisted of observing the routines of the other janitors, who moved through the headquarters with a quiet, almost military precision. The task was simple, clean, scrub, organize, but it required a keen eye and a focus on detail. He’d been taught how to clean without disturbing the sensitive documents that filled the offices, how to polish the glass surfaces without leaving a streak, and how to ensure that every inch of the topmost floor of the building was spotless by the end of his shift. The mask he wore over his face and the glasses that shielded his eyes had now become a part of his identity. They were the first
The Billionaire's Masked Heir CHAPTER 28
After the staged grab and shove by the securities as well as the brief tete-a-tete with his father in his office, Jason became not only the most gossiped about individual amongst the workers of the cleaning agency but also in the whole of the ArkWrath headquarters. Nobody knew what he did except that he was taken to the president’s office where he spent almost an hour and came out unscathed or battered which was very much unusual. The rumour, which quickly spread of the newcomer Janitor, was that he possessed an ample amount of information either for or against the president for him to be allowed to wear a nose-mask around the premisies and defying the laid down rules and norms. Surprisingly, Jason was totally aware of what was going on alongside the expensive rumors but what shocked him most was the fact that Cain, his cousin requested him to clean his office. Cain was however not interested in the works of an ordinary Janitor. Rather, he wanted to come face to face with someone who
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Mauve’s eyes narrowed as he studied Cain, who seemed visibly disturbed, his words hesitant and strained. Mauve had seen his son in various states of frustration, but never like this, there was something more to Cain's discomfort, something that was eating at him. The older man’s gaze hardened, and his voice dropped to a low, commanding tone.“Cain,” Mauve said, his voice steady but laced with impatience. “Why do you look so distressed? Speak now.”Cain’s eyes flickered for a moment, as though struggling with something lodged deep within his chest. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. “It’s not you, Father. It’s... something bigger. There are problems here that you’ve not even begun to grasp.”Mauve’s brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" he pressed, leaning forward, his piercing eyes fixed on Cain as if trying to dissect every emotion his son was trying to hide.Cain hesitated again, clearly weighing t
CHAPTER 42
Cain, Abel, and Adam walked into Mauve’s office, their steps synchronized in the polished luxury of their suits. The tense air from the meeting still lingered in their minds, and the click of their shoes on the marble floor seemed louder than usual. As the door closed behind them, Cain immediately cut to the chase, his frustration palpable. "What was that in the meeting?" Cain demanded, his voice sharp. "What was all that nonsense? It was upsetting, embarrassing even. I’m sure everyone could tell. The way the room was reading us… it was clear." He stood there, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Mauve, unwilling to let the awkwardness of the earlier exchange go.Mauve, seated at his desk, let out a short laugh, his voice smooth, but tinged with something colder beneath the surface. "Don’t worry yourself too much about how things played out in the room, Cain," Mauve replied, leaning back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. "What you should worry about are the things that
CHAPTER 41
Jason walked through the corridors of the building, his thoughts drifting toward the office that had once belonged to his father. The space that had been a symbol of power for decades now felt like a hollow echo of the past. His father’s legacy loomed large in the room, and Jason could already feel the pressure of expectations weighing on his shoulders. His own office was still under construction, a temporary arrangement that seemed to perfectly mirror his own temporary state of mind. The presidency was his, but it was still something he had yet to fully claim.As he continued down the hallway, something nagged at him, adetail he had overlooked earlier in the rush of his new responsibilities. He had yet to choose his personal assistant, someone who would be his right hand, his confidante, the one person he could trust to navigate the constant maelstrom of corporate politics and public perception. And in that moment, Jason knew exactly who he wanted. His father’s secretary had been ef
CHAPTER 40
Jason sat in the president's chair, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as the weight of the moment pressed down upon him. His father, once the man who had sat in this seat with authority and charisma, now stood up and shook Jason’s hand, the passing of an era unfolding in a single gesture. The sight of the handshake reverberated around the silent room, the only thing louder than the action itself was the uncertainty hanging thick in the air. His father’s exit was swift, deliberate, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. Mauve, Winston’s brother, followed soon after, calling out behind him in an attempt to stall his departure."Wait, brother," Mauve’s voice was firm, the kind of tone that left little room for argument, "Don’t head straight to your office just yet. Come to mine. We’ll talk about what comes next over a cup of coffee. Retirement’s on my mind as well. We can make plans together."Winston’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment, but he didn’t reply immediatel
CHAPTER 39
Cain ArkWrath sat rigidly at the long, polished conference table, his fingers clenching into fists beneath the smooth surface. His sharp eyes darted between the family members sitting around him, though his mind was far from the polished business conversation taking place. The room felt suffocating, and the air was thick with applause, but Cain’s thoughts were anything but celebratory.Jason ArkWrath, the man who had just been introduced as the new president of the State and business empire of ArkWrath was an enigma to Cain. The moment Jason had walked into the room, Cain’s instincts had flared. There was something disturbingly familiar about the young man. For a fleeting moment, Cain’s mind had thrown up a memory, one that was not so buried in the past and had now resurfaced with sharp clarity. Jason looked almost identical to Fad Lucas, the cleaner who had disappeared off Cain’s radar after their confrontation. The very same man who Cain had tried to kill in a fit of anger and arro
CHAPTER 38
The meeting had reached a critical point, and the tension was hotter than ever. Winston ArkWrath had just announced the unexpected decision to name his son, Jason, as his successor. A murmur of surprise had rippled through the room, and the once-steadfast supporters of Winston seemed unsure how to react. Some exchanged anxious glances, others appeared relieved, but no one dared to voice their true feelings, not in front of Winston. To many, it seemed like a peaceful moment. But for those who truly understood the dynamics at play, it was a carefully orchestrated facade that threatened to crack wide open. Winston raised his hand, signaling for quiet. “We’ll take a 5-minute break,” he declared, his voice commanding yet oddly calm. “During this time, I’d like to address any concerns that might have arisen regarding my decision to name Jason as my successor. I know many of you must have your doubts... perhaps you feel uncertain about this choice. But I assure you, this is the right dec
CHAPTER 37
Mauve’s heart pounded in his chest. His palms were slick with sweat. He could feel the weight of the eyes upon him, even though he was doing his best to remain stoic. He knew, deep down, that this was not his moment. It would never be his moment. Winston turned to the side and gestured to a figure standing at the back of the room. It was a man Mauve had not expected. Jason. But what confused the room was his appearance. The mask he wore, one that had covered his face until now, was an unusual choice for someone in a position of power. As he reached behind his ear and pressed a button, the mask began to shrink, revealing the raw scars that lined his forehead. It was clear that these were not just battle scars; they were marks of someone who had been through something much darker, something that went far beyond the surface.The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, the reporters too stunned to ask the questions that burned on their tongues. Mauve’s chest tightened as he watched Ja
CHAPTER 36
It was now Monday, and the glass conference room hummed with the subtle buzz of activity. The room, sleek and modern, exuded power as its polished floors reflecting the sharp, angular edges of the classy furniture. The walls, adorned with massive digital screens, displayed the ArkWrath logo in stark contrast to the otherwise single colour, grey decor. Two reporters, seasoned professionals known for breaking the most confidential news from headquarters, sat in their designated corner, marked Media Section. They were quiet but observant, poised with their pens ready to capture not just the words spoken but the unsaid. The emotions, the shifts in energy, nothing was beyond their scrutiny. They had spent seven years in that room, learning to decode the faintest sigh, the flicker of an eyelash, the nervous shift of a hand. In this world of power drift and secrecy, they were now masters of reading between the lines. Today, however, something felt different, more dangerously exciting. The r
CHAPTER 35
The clock on Mauve’s desk ticked louder than usual, each passing second feeling heavier than the last. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he stared at the letter that still lay in front of him. The crisp parchment, sealed with Winston’s unmistakable crest, seemed to mock him in its simplicity. A year ago, he had made a critical mistake. A failure that still stung, one that he hadn’t fully forgiven himself for.Mauve’s fingers drummed lightly against the polished wood of his desk as he remembered the mission he’d assigned. It had seemed so straightforward then: eliminate the only heir left to Winston’s business empire.But, as with most of Mauve’s plans, things hadn’t gone as expected.The people Mauve had chosen to carry out the task, his trusted agents, handpicked for their loyalty and their experience, had failed him.The operation had fallen apart quickly. The moment Mauve’s agents lost contact, he knew that the plan had failed. He had no choice but to eliminate those
