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 pull

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

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