The Mask Slips
361 Words
The night of the gala still burned in my mind. The tension, the whispers, the way Cole avoided my gaze like he was hiding something bigger than just guilt. And that spy — lurking in plain sight — was the last piece of this poisonous puzzle.
I had to act fast.
The next morning, Marcus met me at a quiet café. His eyes were dark, tired — but there was fire there too.
“They’re watching us close now,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “I got dirt on almost everyone involved. But the more I dig, the messier it gets.”
I opened the folder. Photos, documents, bank transfers — proof of bribery, blackmail, even threats. And at the center, a name kept popping up.
Lena Sterling.
My mother.
“What the hell is she playing at?” I whispered, heart pounding.
Marcus shrugged. “That’s the million-dollar question. Some say she’s a ghost, some say she’s the real mastermind.”
The lines blurred. I thought back to Janet’s words: “She’s awake, watching, waiting.”
Then my phone buzzed. Another message.
Unknown Number: You’re closer than you think. But one wrong move, and you’ll lose everything.
I smiled. “I’m not afraid.”
That afternoon, I confronted Cole again.
He broke under the pressure, spilling everything — about secret meetings, threats, and the price he’d paid to keep his family safe.
“You’re not alone in this,” I told him. “We’re in this fight together.”
He looked at me with something new — a flicker of hope.
But just as I thought I was gaining ground, Evelyn pulled me aside.
“We have a traitor in our camp,” she whispered, eyes sharp as knives. “And it’s someone close.”
My blood ran cold.
That night, I lay awake, mind racing. The walls seemed to close in. Who could I trust? Who was the enemy wearing my face?
Then I remembered the old Sterling portrait in the hallway — Lena’s eyes seemed to follow me, mocking and unreadable.
I clenched my fists.
“This ends soon,” I promised the darkness.
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