All Chapters of Under The Mask Of My Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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 pulled it

Chapter 64 Garrett's POVThe doctor's words still hung heavy as I stood at the window, staring into the somber twilight that mirrored the turmoil running rampant inside my head. Thorne was stubborn, much more than I'd ever imagined. He wasn't merely on hunger strike; it was a declaration of war-to himself, not to me. He wanted to wither away-to slip through my fingers-and even the very idea of his disappearance was a twisting blade inside my chest.At first, I had thought this hunger strike was some phase or passing tantrum, and so was quite circumspect in my dealings, avoiding any excessive pressures, as would only widen further this gorge opening between them. I had stupidly hoped he would come around on his own. Days passed, but Thorne didn't waver for a moment. He refused food with a quiet, unyielding defiance, his lips pressed into a thin line whenever anyone tried to coax him to eat.Nutrients were now the only things keeping him alive, being injected into his system in a battl

Chapter 66Garrett's POVEven after Thorne resumed eating, he refused to talk to me. His silence was a wall-hard and solid, impenetrable, no matter how much I tried to break through.First, I kept telling myself to be patient. I knew Thorne was stubborn, and I thought that if I just waited-if I gave him space-he would eventually come around. But days went by, and nothing changed: he was still cold, distant, refusing even to acknowledge my presence. He ate only because his body demanded it, not because he wanted to live, and that scared me more than anything.I tried talking with him, sitting next to him while he ate, my voice low and cautious. I told him about things that had happened while he had shut himself away in his silence. I talked about business, about the people he once knew, about the world beyond the walls of his room. But he never looked at me. His eyes kept gazing down into his plate of food or strayed to the window as if willing to be outside.Yet, I didn't quit.I trie

Chapter 68: Holding OnGarrett's PovI lay there, staring at the phone in my hand, my mind a thousand miles away. I wasn't anticipating any calls, much less one from Dexter. The moment his name appeared on my screen, my heart did a somersault.I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should even answer it. Something about the timing seemed off. Why was Dexter calling me now?Curiosity got the better of me, and I finally picked up the call. "Dexter," I said, trying to sound cool.There was a pause on the other end of the line before Dexter's low, serious voice came through. "Garrett, why did you take Thorne away from the Cullen family's estate without permission?"I felt a wave of defensiveness rise within me, and I did my best to compose myself. "Dexter, I…I couldn't just leave him there. I know I shouldn't have taken him without permission, but I couldn't risk losing him."Dexter's voice was firm, but I knew well there was an undertone of understanding beneath his voice. "Garrett, yo

Chapter 71: A Battle On Two FrontsGarrett's POVThe hum of the engine was the only sound to cut through the silence as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The more he spoke, the more everything clicked into place, and I felt my blood run cold with the realization.Everything was too coincidental.Dextor's call, the sudden transfer of a host of personnel, my mother's kidnapping-none of it was an accident. It wasn't just bad timing or some freakish twist of fate. No, this was calculated. Someone was pulling the strings-someone who knew me too well.And I had this sinking feeling I knew exactly who it was.My cell phone buzzed on the dash, breaking through the thick, heavier-than-air tension that seemed to have settled over me. I snatched it up, pressing the answer button before the screen could flash a second time."Talk," I ordered, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.A deep voice crackled through the speaker. One of my men, stationed at a monitoring point. "Boss, we just g