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The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
The Billionaire's Masked Heir 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
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
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CHAPTER 33
He hadn't planned on sleeping that long, but fatigue had a way of creeping up on him. Jason had slept for more than six hours on the couch in his study before he was woken up by a sudden crash that sounded like the shatter of a glass window. Instinct kicked in immediately, cutting through the haze of sleep like a razor.His hand reached for the sleek, black combat knife on the coffee table. The weight of the blade felt familiar in his grip, but it was the revolver that truly made him feel ready. He grabbed his Samuel Colt revolver from beneath the top of the coffee table, slipping a silencer onto its muzzle with practiced ease. The quiet click as he loaded the gun echoed softly through the silent room.Jason moved quickly, but silently, out of his study. His door had been reinforced and made in such a way that it creaked not once, even under the weight of his movements. His fingers wrapped around the doorframe as he slid into the hallway.The corridor was shrouded in shadows. The apar
CHAPTER 32
Jason’s hand tightened around the phone as he pressed the redial button again. His heart pounded, but not from fear as he was now used to high-stakes situations. No, this time, it was the sudden shift in his usual routine that had him on edge. He had specifically called his driver, Crux, to pick him up from the parking lot instead of the usual bus stop two blocks away. It wasn’t something he’d normally do, but something about today felt different. The people on the sidewalk had already started to notice, eyes tracking the car as it pulled out of the lot. Jason didn’t care about the stares. And right now, he couldn’t even shake off the feeling that he was being watched.“Everything alright?” Jason asked, his gaze sharp, glancing out the window to check their surroundings.“Everything’s fine, sir,” Crux replied, keeping his voice steady, but Jason could see the faint tension in the man’s posture. It was subtle, but it was there. Jason’s instincts were never wrong. As they merged onto
CHAPTER 31
The locker room grew quiet again, the tension thick in the air. Jason stood in front of the row of lockers, his reflection staring back at him from the dirty mirror. He adjusted his mask, pulling it down slightly to ensure it fit comfortably over his face. The familiar weight of the nosemask had always been a source of comfort for him, a shield that kept the world from seeing the parts of him that he wants to keep hidden.Behind him, Huda sat on the bench, his eyes carefully studying Jason. Huda had been the kind of guy who’d never asked too many questions, always keeping to himself, until recently. Jason could feel the shift in the air whenever Huda was around. He wasn’t just the coworker anymore. He was asking more questions than was safe, and that made Jason uneasy.Jason adjusted the hem of his uniform, pretending not to notice the subtle tension in the room. But Huda’s voice broke the silence.“What’s your deal with the president, Lucas? You’re stepping on toes without thinking
CHAPTER 30
Cain sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming anxiously on the polished wood. His mind was a whirlwind of frustration, anger, and strategy. The scene in his office, the humiliating confrontation with the newcomer janitor, still played over and over in his head, gnawing at him. He could hardly believe it had escalated so quickly. What had begun as a simple disagreement had turned into a full-blown spectacle, one that now involved not only his own men but the president's personal bodyguards as well.Cain’s pulse quickened as he replayed the moment in vivid detail. He had allowed himself to be provoked, something he hadn't done in years. But now, more than ever, he understood that he couldn’t afford any distractions. He needed to act, quickly, decisively. And above all, he had to ensure that no one spoke of what had happened.His bodyguards had been there, but they hadn’t seen much, only the tail-end of what had been a much more humiliating exchange. Cain had never been one to back down
CHAPTER 29
...Cain leaned back in his chair, visibly frustrated but unwilling to show weakness again as he opened up his laptop. Cain knew he had lost this round. Jason had already made his point: he was fearless. And that was something even Cain couldn’t manipulate.Cain glanced up from his laptop, his eyes flickering over Jason with an almost dismissive glance. With a practiced air of nonchalance, he closed the laptop with a swift motion, standing up immediately. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Jason directly, choosing instead to carry the laptop with him as he walked towards the far side of the office. Jason, unfazed as ever, immediately proceeded to start where Cain had vacated. He began sweeping the area under the desk, he realized that the office, with its sleek, polished surfaces and sharp edges, felt almost suffocating in its perfection. It was large, almost as big as the president’s office, and it offered a commanding view of the rest of the headquarters, and beyond that, the sprawlin
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
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
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
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
