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Prince’s POV I never planned for things to go further, and I’m not sure what came over me in the shower. For a moment, it was like everything clicked. We’re here, stuck in this situation, and if there’s ever a time I can indulge in these feelings I’ve buried for Ghost, it’s now. No one needs to know what happened in the shower—it’s between us. A secret. And it’ll stay that way. I told myself I could do it, convince myself it was nothing more than necessity, and move on. But afterward? I wanted more. I don’t understand why, and that’s what terrifies me. Maybe that’s why I pushed for more in the shower—I needed to see if it was just curiosity, or if it was something deeper. “You’re thinking hard,” Ghost murmurs, his voice cutting through my thoughts. I look at him, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. “You’re regretting it now,” he laughs lightly, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. “I'm not regretting it,” I reply quickly, my voice quieter than I intended. “I just
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prince pov Ghost watches me, silent and unmoving, his gaze fixed on me in a way that makes me pause. “What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I look back at him. He shrugs, a small, almost imperceptible motion. “Nothing.” “No,” I press, narrowing my eyes. “You’re staring at me. Why?” For a moment, he doesn’t answer, his lips twitching like he’s debating whether or not to say anything. Finally, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You looked so fucking happy,” he admits, his tone soft and raw. “Like before, when we used to meet in secret and didn’t know who we were. It felt… nice.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. For a brief second, I’d almost forgotten all the shit we’re tangled in. But, of course, he had to go and remind me. I nod, not trusting myself to say anything, and he pulls away, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. He sits back down, sipping silently, while my thoughts churn. We’ve done what they wanted. We’ve fucked. They’ve got their video.
Last Updated : 2025-01-27Beneath The Mask his reassurance
prince pov All this time, I assumed Ghost didn’t have boundaries when it came to this kind of thing. But now? I’m realizing just how wrong I was. “I should’ve asked about Josie,” Ghost mutters, rubbing his face. “I didn’t even think.” “She’ll be fine,” I say quickly, though the words feel hollow even to me. “They won’t hurt her. If they did, they’d lose their leverage.” At least, I hope that’s true. “Josie’s not the issue right now—we are.” He nods slightly, his gaze still distant. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, his tone flat, almost emotionless. “If you want to refuse, fine. If you want to risk our sisters’ lives, go ahead. If you want to agree to their plan and fuck until they have enough footage, then fine. Whatever you want.” His words are cold, cutting, and I find myself staring at him, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. “What’s gotten into you?” I ask, my voice quieter now. “I’m in fucking pain, Prince. That’s what.” He collapses onto the bed with a gr
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prince pov My blood runs cold as I realize where he’s going with this. “At some point, he’ll realize covering up this dirty little secret isn’t going to last,” I mutter. “And then what?” The man’s grin widens, as if he already knows the answer. I glance at him, my jaw clenching. “Then he’ll make sure there’s a body—mine or Ghost’s—and let the news spread that his family is clean again.” “Exactly,” he says, stepping back with a satisfied expression. “And the war between the two families will explode, leaving neither side standing.” He thinks he’s so clever, but he’s wrong. My father will know the truth. He’ll understand we were forced to do this—to save our sisters, to stop things from escalating further. If it were something we’d done willingly? Fine. But they forced us, and that changes everything. Their plan isn’t going to get the result they want. The man doesn’t say anything else. He just turns and walks out, the door clicking shut behind him. My mind spins wildly as I pace
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Ghost’s POV I slept far too long, my body giving in to the exhaustion and pain. Probably because I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and left to rot. Back home, I’d have my routine for times like this—ice baths, proper care, things that ease the pain and speed up recovery. Here? There’s nothing. No relief. Just this room. I hadn’t planned to leave Prince alone for so long, but I did. And now, as I watch him, he looks like he’s fighting the weight of the entire world. It’s written all over his face. Every battle he’s having with himself, every inner conflict—I caused this. All of it. Sure, this wasn’t the original plan—not to this extent anyway—but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s on me. I told them to take us. I planned it. And now, here we are. “You know, I wish I could just not care like you do,” Prince whispers, his voice low, but his words hit like a hammer. A bitter laugh escapes me. “Do you really think I don’t care? God, Prince, I do. More than you’d believe. I just kno
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Ghost’s POV The thought sends a chill down my spine. They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. He’s too old now for them to hide behind the pretense of “boarding school.” “You’re an adult,” I say firmly. “Not a fucking child.” “I’m the heir,” he counters, his voice steady but grim. “Who’s going to stand up to my father to stop it?” I know what he means. No one will defy his father—not his family, not his allies, not his staff. No one. Except me. “I will,” I say without hesitation, and he looks at me, his eyes widening in shock. “I won’t need to, though,” I add. “Because it’s not happening. It’s not fucking happening, Prince.” This has to end now. I can’t keep letting them push us like this. Yes, it means risking our sisters’ lives, but I won’t do it. I won’t keep playing along. I won’t agree to their demands for more videos. I turn to him, my voice firm. “We don’t agree to anything. No matter what they show us, no matter what they do, we don’t fucking agree. Do you hear me?” He stares at me,
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Prince POV Everything just exploded into chaos. Ghost is lying motionless on the floor, his body still, and panic surges through me as I watch him. The men have my arms wrenched behind my back, forcing me forward. I stop struggling. What’s the point? I stopped fighting the moment Ghost hit the ground. He’s been through enough. Beaten, shocked, humiliated—I can’t let him go through more because of me. “You two always have to make shit harder, don’t you?” The leader turns to me, his expression twisted with irritation beneath the mask. He moves closer, and the tip of the cattle prod hovers dangerously near Ghost’s neck. “What the hell do you expect? You’re trying to fucking ruin us!” I snap, my voice hoarse with rage and desperation. “Not you two,” he snarls, his lip curling. “The families!” The families. That’s all this is ever about. Never us, never who we are—it’s always about them. “Who are you?” I whisper, the words escaping before I can stop myself. Something about this feels
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Prince Pov My body burns with pain from being curled up in such a confined space for so long. Every muscle aches, stiff and uncooperative as I struggle to move. My legs feel like lead as I try to stand, and the moment I do, my head slams against the low ceiling. I bite back a cry of frustration, my hands instinctively going to the door, pounding, clawing, shoving. Anything to get it open. But the door doesn’t budge. I scream. My voice is hoarse, raw, and ragged from all the shouting I’ve already done. I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here—hours, maybe days. The passage of time has become meaningless in this pitch-black tomb. I scream until my throat feels like it’s been ripped apart, but no one comes. No one answers. It’s like I’ve been buried alive. The air feels heavier now, the walls pressing in on me like a living thing. My clothes cling to my body, damp with sweat and dirt. My hands are coated in grime, heavy and rough from the endless scratching and pounding against the
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Ghost POVI can’t fucking breathe. The rage burns so hot it threatens to consume me. I slam the laptop shut, the sound echoing through the room.When I return to the front, the staff are still lined up against the wall. The woman who spoke earlier trembles, her eyes darting to me in fear. I hold up a file, my hand shaking with fury.“This,” I growl, my voice dripping with venom. “This is what you’ve been doing? Torturing kids? Breaking them?” My gaze sweeps over the staff. “Who gave the orders? Who carried them out?”The man with glasses finally speaks. “We… we just followed the guidelines. It wasn’t personal!”“Not personal?” I laugh bitterly. “It was personal to the kids you destroyed. It was fucking personal to Prince.”My finger tightens on the trigger, but I stop myself. Not yet. Instead, I step back and motion to my men. “Shoot the ones who didn’t show up in the footage against Prince. Leave the rest.”Gunfire erupts, deafening and final. The staff scream as bodies drop to the f
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Ghost POVAs soon as I’m in the car, Josie throws her arms around me, clinging like I’m the only thing grounding her. My father’s glare is like a dagger, sharp and unyielding, but he stays silent. The drive back is heavy with unspoken words, the kind that fills every corner of the car, pressing down like a weight. I know he has things he wants to say, demands he’ll make, but I have something else on my mind—something I need to do.When we finally reach the estate, I follow him straight to his office. The moment the door closes behind us, I walk to his desk but refuse to sit. My body is tense, charged with the anger and purpose bubbling beneath the surface.“You’ll want to sit for this,” he grits out, his tone low and biting.I let out a sigh but comply, sitting down reluctantly. “I have something I need to do,” I say, my tone firm. “I need a team of men.”His eyes narrow as he studies me, suspicion etched into every line of his face. “We’ll get to that, after we talk about what happen
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Prince POVMy father’s voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “Myself and Salvatore have worked to ensure these stay private! Only he and I know. Everyone else thinks we never got anything.”I don’t let my expression falter as I respond coldly, “Keep it that way. I don’t want them out.”His face hardens as he stands abruptly, glaring at me with the full force of his authority. “Are you really giving me orders?”“You just said I’m officially the boss,” I snap, meeting his glare without flinching. “So yes, I fucking am! Delete every single fucking copy.” I stand, the tension between us thick and suffocating. “If they get out, people will know we have weak spots, and others will try to take me again. Not to mention they had fucking Josie! Using her to make us do shit, so delete it.”He tilts his head, studying me, as if weighing his next move. “They never had her! When you two didn’t return, we locked down everything. It was fake!”Fake? My fists clench at my sides as I fight to kee
Beneath The Mask Their Waiting
Prince POVI join in the search, my pulse pounding as I frantically check every door, every corner. Finally, I find a door that leads to a narrow staircase. “Here!” I shout, the word bursting from me like a lifeline. Ghost appears immediately, his pace urgent as he rushes forward, overtaking me to take the lead. He reaches the door first but stops abruptly, his body tensing.“We’re going back, Prince. Stay in touch, let me know you’re okay, but I will stay away,” he says quietly, his tone devoid of the intensity I’d expected. His words land heavily, and before I can respond, he starts climbing the stairs, his movements brisk but mechanical. At the top, he shoves a hatch open, flooding the space with blinding light. I groan, shielding my eyes as the brightness stings and distorts my vision.Ghost climbs out first, pausing at the top to extend his hand toward me. I stand at the bottom, my eyes flickering back to the rooms behind me. A hesitation grips me, rooting me in place.“Prince, c
Beneath The Mask Almost Forgot
Prince POVTime seems to stretch and warp in this place. Ghost and I have tried to piece together how long we’ve been here, basing it on the number of times we’ve slept or when they bring food, but it’s impossible to be sure. Ghost thinks we’ve been here two weeks, while I feel like it’s been just a week. Then again, with everything going on, I can’t seem to focus long enough to figure it out. My mind won’t let me. I’m too wound up, too mentally wrecked to think straight.Meanwhile, Ghost is grinning like a damn cat who got the cream as he places his cards down, triumphant once again. I groan loudly. I’ve lost, again! There’s no way he’s not cheating. I mean, come on—how the hell is he winning this much? It defies all logic.At one point, I was so sure he was hiding cards somewhere that I actually told him to strip down so I could check. He kept his hands firmly in front of him the entire time and, of course, there was nothing. Still, I’m not entirely convinced. There has to be someth
Beneath The Mask Submitting To Him
Ghost POV“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice raw. “Prince, I—”“Say it,” he demands, his tone razor-sharp, each word punctuated by another relentless thrust. “Say you were wrong.”I bite down hard on my lip, torn apart by conflicting emotions—my pride and my desperate, aching need for release. “I—I was wrong,” I finally choke out, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat and the sound of skin against skin.Prince’s hips falter, his movements growing erratic, and with a guttural groan, he spills inside me. His hand tightens around my cock, and the combination of sensations sends me careening over the edge. My vision blurs as I shudder violently, waves of pleasure crashing through me and leaving me breathless.We collapse together, tangled on the cold floor, our bodies heaving with exhaustion. For a long, drawn-out moment, neither of us speaks. The weight of what just happened settles over us like a suffocating blanket, impossible to ignore or push away.Finally, Prince rolls of
Beneath The Mask His Control
Ghost POVAnd then he moves. With a guttural growl of frustration, he surges up, closing the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine with a force that leaves me reeling.The kiss is violent, desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue and pent-up emotion. It’s every argument we’ve never finished, every touch we’ve denied ourselves, every unsaid word spilling out in a chaotic, messy, passionate clash.I kiss him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of frustration and longing and anger into it, and for the first time, it feels like we’re finally saying everything we’ve never been able to put into words.When we break apart, our breaths come in harsh gasps, mingling in the charged space between us. Prince’s eyes bore into mine, wide with a mix of shock and something dangerously close to desire. His lips are swollen, the evidence of our clash still fresh, and for a fleeting moment, he looks torn—caught between running and diving deeper.“This changes nothing,” he whispers, b
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Ghost POVI didn’t sleep. Every moment replayed in my head, over and over—how the wedding got pushed forward, how wrong it all felt, and then Prince’s bombshell admission that he’s been in charge all along.That shit hit me like a brick. I didn’t see it coming, and it unraveled everything. Because it means all this time, Prince made moves without a second thought about me. He didn’t think about how I’d feel, didn’t consider the fallout. He just did it.And then he couldn’t even say he’d stand up to his father if it came down to my life. He couldn’t promise he’d say no if ordered to kill me. I’ve been so focused on wanting him, on trying to win him, that I didn’t stop to see how little he actually cares.This wasn’t always like this. We weren’t always enemies, always fighting. We were close once—close enough that I thought, deep down, he still held some care for me. But now I see it. He doesn’t. He never cared enough to stop his father from killing me. He wouldn’t hesitate to do it him
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Prince POV“Your silence just confirms it,” Ghost says, his voice low and bitter. He downs the drink in one swallow, his back turned to me now.I don’t know what to say. I can’t go back and change what happened to Marcello. I can’t undo what I’ve done. All I know is that I didn’t want my father to think I was weak, didn’t want him to think I was soft on Ghost. And now? Now I’ve destroyed the one thing I wanted to keep intact.The door opens, and neither of us moves. Ghost glares at his glass, and I stare at him, waiting. This tension, this unspoken storm between us, was inevitable. At least it’s happening now and not hanging over us later.“Figured you could do with something to pass the time between giving us videos,” the man sneers from the doorway, his voice grating and smug. He lingers in the doorway, watching us like we’re his entertainment.I don’t turn to face him; I’m too focused on Ghost, silently willing him to speak. Say something. Anything.“You two seem busy, just don’t f
