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Under The Mask Of My Enemy Unbelievable
Chapter 57:Thorne's POVMy head throbbed like a drum, each pulse a dull ache radiating through my skull. It was a shock to open my eyes and look at what met my gaze - an instant spasm of dread ran through me. The room was foreign, antiseptic in cleanliness but oppressive in its silence. Pale gray walls surrounded me, with only one window and heavy curtains drawn tight against the world outside.As I tried to move, the cold bite of metal against my wrist stopped me. I looked down to see my right hand cuffed to the bedframe, the unforgiving steel digging into my skin. Panic surged through me, sharp and sudden, as the realization set in: I had been caught.The memories came rushing back-the screaming engine, the guns, the crash that had rolled my car across the ground. I recalled the pain, the feeling of suffocating defeat as my body had been tossed about like a rag doll. And now… this."You're awake.The voice was soothing, almost too soothing, and made my stomach twist into knots. My
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-22Under The Mask Of My Enemy Shackles Of Control
Chapter 58: Shackles Of ControlThorne's POVThe first thing I had noticed as I woke up was the old ache of my body. My ribs protested even the slightest movement, while my wrist-throbbing dully with a lingering rash from the handcuffs-protested as well. The room was the same-oppressive in its subdued shades and thick silence. It was here that I had been kept imprisoned for one week-a week of the persistent shadow of Garrett, regular visits from the doctor, and my futile plans for escaping.At first, I had tested every corner of the room, every lock, every possible weakness. But Garrett had thought of everything. The windows were reinforced, the door locked from the outside, and even the air vents were too small for any meaningful attempt at escape. It didn't help that I wasn't at full strength. My body, bruised and battered from my last futile run, betrayed me every time I tried to push it too far.Garrett, however, appeared to enjoy the situation. He was always there—sitting by the
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-23Under The Mask Of My Enemy Twisted Love
Chapter 59: Thorne's POVI lay on my back, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as Garrett's warm breath danced across my skin. His lips wrapped around me, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal, despite myself.At first, I tried to deny it, to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying this, that I was just doing it out of obligation. But as Garrett's tongue teased me, as his fingers gently caressed my thighs, I couldn't help but feel my body respond.It was as if my body had a mind of its own, my reservations betrayed, my will surrendering to his touch. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at the truth: I was enjoying this, and I couldn't deny it.But I didn't want to like it. I didn't want to feel this way about Garrett. I didn't want to be drawn to him, to crave his touch, to need him. But my body seemed to have other plans.The more Garrett worked his magic, the weaker my resolve grew. I was being consumed by sensation, my body responding to Garrett's touch in ways I had no control over.An
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-24Under The Mask Of My Enemy A Moment Of Weakness
Chapter 60: A Moment of WeaknessThorne's POVEarly morning light seeped through the curtains, painting obscure patterns on the wall. My body stirred before my head awoke; the soreness in muscles was a sharp reminder of what had taken place the night before. I groaned softly, shifting under the sheets, but suddenly did not move as the heat of another person lay beside me.Garrett.My breath caught in my throat as I turned my head. There he was, lying peacefully, his face relaxed in a way I rarely saw when he was awake. His dark lashes rested against his cheekbones, his features softened by sleep.For one brief moment, my mind betrayed me, telling me this was familiar, this was normal, we were just two lovers waking up after a night of passion. There were no lies, no betrayal, no chains binding me to this man.My chest constricted painfully as I stared at him. How could someone so despicable look so human? So painfully handsome? My traitorous heart clenched in a spasm of grief, mournin
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-25Under The Mask Of My Enemy Bound By Desperation
Chapter 61Garrett's POVBlood dripped from my hand onto the waxed floor, a harsh contrast against the pale wood. The pain from the fork lodged into my skin was nothing compared to the ache clutching at my chest as I stared at the figure slumped against the headboard of the bed. Thorne sat motionless, his face pale and expressionless, his usually bright eyes clouded with emptiness.The man in front of me was unrecognizable. This wasn't the fiery, defiant Thorne that once challenged me with every word and action. This wasn't the man who fought me at every turn, who cursed me even as I held him close. No, the man in front of me looked… broken.And that realization was more painful than the fork wound in my palm.I clenched my jaw and stepped forward, but Thorne didn't so much as twitch. His stare was fixed on some point far, far beyond this room, beyond me. I knelt beside him, disregarding the way my blood smeared on the sheets, and touched his shoulder."Thorne," I said softly, my voic
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-26Under The Mask Of My Enemy Caged Despair
Chapter 62: Caged Despair Thorne's POV My body was a cell, my mind a war zone. After the injection, I plunged into an invisible ocean whose weight pinned me down. Every slight movement of my fingers felt monumental; the effort seemed to be that of trying to lift a mountain by will alone. My body had become completely wayward; I was at the mercy of Garrett's whims, period. The realization hit me like a tempest: I was reduced to being a puppet, a helpless pet at his mercy. Every day started just about the same. Morning sunlight streamed through the bars of my captivity, gilding them in gold. Garrett entered, his calm infuriating as his presence seemed to fill too much space. He was always so careful around me, treating me with the care afforded to glass that would shatter with one wrong touch. But he didn't understand. I wasn't fragile—I was furious. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, while the sound of his footsteps echoed closer. I heard the scrape of the chair as he pull
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-27Under The Mask Of My Enemy Resistance
Chapter 63 He had taken everything from me: my freedom, my dignity, now even my body. His control seemed to reach every corner of my existence; he entwined me in a smothering web of his making. When I refused to eat, it wasn't out of some childish rebellion. It was all I had left, my one way to resist, to remind myself a choice still existed. But my defiance had its price. Gnawing hunger clawed at my stomach, and my body weakened more quickly than I had anticipated. Garrett, of course, noticed. He always noticed. He called the doctor, and I felt myself wanting to scream as Garrett's voice, even calm, even neutral, held an edge, a tightness born from frustration. "I don't care what it takes," Garrett said, pacing near the bed. "Just make sure he doesn't deteriorate any further." I didn't have to open my eyes to envision the scene. I could hear the rustling of the doctor's bag, a clinical detachment in his tone as he replied, "We'll be needing to administer IV nutrients. His body
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-28Under The Mask Of My Enemy The Unspoken Words
Chapter Sixty Four I watched him, my chest tight with emotions I couldn't name. Thorne's face was a storm of incredulity and pain, a mix of disbelief and exhaustion that cut deeper than any of the sharp words he'd hurled at me before. He looked at me like I was the enemy, someone to be feared, to be hated-and yet I refused to let him push me away. Not this time. He was faltering, his trembling hand hovering above the spoon I'd offered him. A second, I had almost thought that he would hurl it back at me, this one last flicker of defiance blazing to life in his fragile form. And then something inside him seemed to snap. His fingers wrapped weakly but determinedly around the handle, and he took the spoon from my hand. Relief washed over me, laced with bitterness at the underlying reality of it all. He sat there, small, fragile, barely a shadow of the man I had grown to know and love. Watching him bring the spoon up to his mouth-what should have been the sweetest act of triumph-came
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Under The Mask Of My Enemy The Trap
Chapter 11”: The TrapLena’s POVThe silence in the room was suffocating. I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at Damian. His face was stone-cold, but his eyes burned with barely contained fury. Logan had just delivered the news—Bianca had taken someone.Someone close to me.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My fingers curled into fists as I struggled to process it.“Who?” My voice came out hoarse.Logan hesitated, glancing at Damian before answering. “Mia.”A sharp pain shot through my chest. Mia. The only person who had ever been like a sister to me. The girl who had stayed by my side when no one else did. The thought of her in Bianca’s hands made my stomach churn.I took a shaky breath and turned to Damian. “We have to go. Now.”He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was tight, his muscles tense as if he were barely restraining himself.“It’s not that simple,” he finally said.My eyes flashed with anger. “What do you mean? She has Mia! Are you seriously tell
Under The Mask Of My Enemy We Do
Chapter One hundred and Nine : We DoThorne's POVThe hospital smelled of antiseptic and medication, something I'd gotten way too accustomed to in the last few days. But today didn't count. Today was special.Because today, I was taking Garrett home.I gripped the pen firmly in my hand as I signed the discharge papers. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from something deeper—something that had been building inside of me since Garrett woke up.Relief.Sense of finality.New beginning.The nurse checked the papers from me, looking up with a warm smile. "All set. He can go home."I nodded, barely able to get the words out.I turned to confront the room, my heart pounding as I yanked open the door. Garrett sat on the edge of the bed, dressed already, his dark eyes fixed on me uncertainly."Sure you're ready to do this?" he asked, still a little raspy.I laughed a half-breathless laugh. "I signed the stupid documents, didn't I?"Garrett smiled. "Guess I shouldn't complain about
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Hope
Chapter One hundred and eight : Hope Thorne's POVThe hospital room was quiet save for the constant beeping of the heart monitor. The dim light from the window gave a soft illumination to the bed, on Garrett's face—the face I had glared at for hours on end, full of anger, frustration, confusion. But now, I wasn't glaring at him with any of those emotions.Now, I was only full of hope.I had been sitting there for hours, my hands resting on the railing of the bed, my fingers occasionally brushing against his. He was warm, he was breathing, but he hadn't moved.Not yet.I breathed a shuddering breath and swept the hair out of my face, my muscles cramped from being in the same position for so long. I hadn't moved. Not even when the nurses told me I had to rest. Not even when my own exhaustion screamed at me to shut my eyes.Because what if I died, and he came around when I was gone?No. I wasn't going anywhere.My gaze wandered to his face—his hard face relaxed by sleep, his dark lashes
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Desperate For A Chance
Chapter 107 : Desperate For A Chance Thorne's POVThe corridor of the hospital felt chillier than usual. Or maybe it was me—my body heavy, my heart heavier.Gavin stood before me with his face expressionless. There was no anger, no disappointment, just a calm resignation, as if he had already heard my response even before he asked me the question.I should have talked—talked to soften the rejection, to dissipate the tension. I had nothing.Gavin released a gentle breath, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I see," he said. "You don't have to tell me any more."I opened my mouth, hesitated, then closed it.But just as he turned to leave, he hesitated. His fist curled loosely at his side before he spoke once more finally."There's something you should know, though."His tone was level, but there was something in his eyes—a glint of something black, something that twisted my stomach into a knot of anticipation."Which?" I hedged.Gavin's eyes met mine. "The night I saved you… Garrett called
Under The Mask Of My Enemy By His Side
Chapter 106: By His SideThorne's POVI didn't leave Garrett alone. Ever.The hospital room was cold, too white, too clean. The machines beeped softly in the quiet, a reminder he was still here, still breathing. But he wasn't awake. He hadn't moved since the operation, and that terrified me more than anything.I sat beside his bed, watching. His face was pale, lips dry. Bandages on his chest protruded from the hospital gown, harsh reminder that the bullet meant for me found home in him.I grasped his hand, hesitating before encircling it with my own. Cold to the touch, his skin seemed, and yet there was a warmth beneath, a testament that he clung on.You'd better wake up soon," I growled, my throat rough. "You can't just leave me like this."I pinned his hand down firmly, but he didn't react.The guilt was crushing.I had spent so much time hating him, blaming him, repelling him. And now that I should have protected myself, Garrett had stepped in front of that bullet.It ought to have
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Ready To Change
Chapter One hundred and five : Thorne's POVThe prison gates slam shut behind me with a ringing crash, the sound echoing in my head as a final warning. I shuffle down the dimly lit corridor, my steps leaden, my mind reeling. Donovan's words still replay in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last."It was me. My intentional goading. I made sure you remembered."I flexed my fingers as I stepped outside, the crisp night air slapping my face. I set my teeth and breathed in deeply, but it did not help. Nothing would.I had despised Garrett for so long. I blamed him for everything—for my stolen past, for my confusion, for my suffering. But now? Now I realized the truth. Garrett had never actually been my enemy. He had been there, on the periphery of the Cullen family's crimes, but he was not like Donovan. He was not a monster.And yet, I had treated him as if he were.Guilt weighed on me like a leaden collar around my neck as I went to my car. My hands shook as I opened the door and
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Secret Revealed
Chapter 104: Secret RevealedThorne's POVThe prison was cold. Not just from the thick concrete walls or the lack of sunlight coming in through the small, barred windows, but from what this place represented. It was where the damned resided, where the people who had crossed a boundary they could never return from. And now, Donovan was there.I trudged down the lengthy corridor, my boots clanging off the stone floor. Stagnant air, perspiration, and rusting metal greeted me as I passed cell after cell of inmates, ignoring the prisoners who yelled or slammed against their doors. I wasn't there for them. I was there for him.I halted when I reached his cell.Donovan sat on the metal bench, his hands resting casually on his lap. The moment he saw me, a smirk curled at his lips. He didn’t look like a man who had lost everything. If anything, he looked amused—like he had been expecting me.“Agent Thorne,” he greeted, his voice smooth, relaxed. “I was wondering when you’d come.”I didn't sit.
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Plan To Resign
Chapter 103: Plan To ResignThorne's POVBlood. Too much blood.It oozed on my hands, saturated the fabric of my clothing, and ran on the unforgiving earth below me. I pressed tightly against Garrett's wound, but the blood streamed on through my fingers, searing and uninterrupted. My respiration was small, gaspy.This couldn't be happening. It was happening."Get him into the car! Now!" Donovan shouted above the bedlam, stern and urgent.His usual cockiness was gone. His face was pale and his eyes wide with something I never would have thought I would ever witness: fear. Donovan, never before, looked lost, like he had no control over anything. That alone made my stomach twist. If Donovan was scared, things were more terrible than I could have ever thought.The guys rushed, scooping Garrett's slumped body into the back seat of the black SUV. I climbed in behind them, holding on tight. My hands were wrapped around his wound, holding as much pressure as I could. His breathing was sporadi
Under The Mask Of My Enemy Feelings
Chapter 102: Feelings Thorne's POVGarrett dropped in front of me, his form crashing onto the ground with a nauseating crunch. Time slowed down as I stood there rigid, observing the crimson pool of blood spreading on the ground, the dark red staining the pavement like a jesting reminder of all that had transpired to lead to this. My lungs froze as I breathed in, my body unable to move.I had waited years for this—to finally kill Garrett and to bring an end to the Cullen family.But now, standing over him, watching his blood seep into the ground, I felt no victory. No victory at all.Only a burning, intolerable pain.Garrett's breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling in slow, irregular motion. His lips trembled as he tried to talk, and I found myself leaning forward, straining to hear what he would say."I'm sorry…"His voice was barely audible, little more than a whisper.I bristled.His eyes, cold and sharp as ever, were unfocused, filled with something indistinguishable.
