My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 220: I Will Make Him Regret

(Arata)

When I picked up the hideous mask from the floor, I thought it was wrapped up in some black cloth.

I had no clue how wrong I was and what I was unravelling more.

The black cloth was not some random piece of fabric, it was another mask. The same mask Azul had worn in his last video.

I dropped it as if it had burned me. It truly had just not literally.

That only meant one truth.

Karsten was Azul/Twisted Rider.

The reality broke over me like the bang of the supernova. Shredding away whatever trust I had left in my heart.

How was I so blind and for so long?

Now that I thought about it, both of them were the same height, same physique, same walking stature.

Why didn’t I realise it before?

How was I so naïve to his actions?

So blinded by love and lust that I didn’t even realise I had been sleeping with the same man.

That was why it was so easy to trust him, my body had gotten used to his touch. It didn’t seem foreign.

And he had played me like a fool. Used me like a sex doll to fulfil his sexual cravings and whatever demented thoughts went through his stalker twisted mind.

The very thought made me retch, and I almost puked.

More tears fell out of my eyes.

How could I fall in love with such a man?

A twisted sociopath.

How many girls must he have stalked like that?

And now he was about to become a Mafia Lord. The rules won’t even apply to him.

Why did the universe connect me with him?

I knew the darkness attracted me, but this was demented.

All he had done was break my trust, again and again.

Like a vicious cycle.

Why?

My arms circled my legs, and I cried openly at my stupidity and the cards life had dealt me.

But crying was not going to solve my problems. I was going to leave him forever and tell my parents the truth.

Before going, I would face him one last time, to let him know, after everything he had done to me, I wasn’t afraid.

I won’t reveal everything I knew about him, but I needed to see the look on his face.

What if he were to kill me?

The thought terrified me. But the stalker’s mindset was different from that of regular people.

He would have done that if he wanted to, as I had literally been sleeping in his bed, just a few feet away from him.

Has he been watching me sleep with his devilish eyes?

Must have been, because he loved to play with me.

Instil fear inside me.

He loved watching me break apart.

He loved making me cry.

That bastard had done so much damage that I knew I would never recover, and I was carrying his child.

It was confirmed now because I had been sleeping with the same man, instead of two.

I sat there and concocted a plan.

Finally gathering the courage, I picked up my broken body from the ground. Collecting those hideous masks, I wrapped them just like how I had found them and wedged them under his clothes and between the boards, where I had found them sticking a bit out.

I wiped away every trace of tears from my face and headed towards the bathroom. Washing my face thoroughly, I tried to keep the rest of the tears away.

Leaving the washroom, I picked up my phone and texted him on his Azul persona. His figure that gave me goosebumps only sickened me now. But I had to do this, and in a way that he wouldn’t discover what I was up to.

Instantly, he replied, and I knew he would come rushing.

Then I placed a call to Caysir.

"I need to go to my apartment. I will stay the night..get the car ready."

"Yes, Miss Arata." The call ended.

Quietly, I brought out my purse and placed my phone inside. Taking a long coat and scarf, I got dressed and put on some make-up to hide the puffiness of my eyes and shrinking cheeks.

The impression would count to lure him and keep his guard down.

I descended the stairs and found him sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The love felt like a metallic tang of regret and betrayal in my mouth.

How rotten this man could be, I would have never guessed.

Ranold had been so right about him. Maybe he knew more than he let on.

I knew I needed to speak to Ranold before quietly leaving tomorrow. He could help me, considering he had offered before.

As I approached the literal devil, his eyes watched me with such softness.

If I didn’t know better, I would think this fiend cared.

But there was not a single bone in his body which did.

"I am heading to my apartment, need to pick up some stuff," I told him with a hint of indifference.

My poor heart cried and shattered as I stood in front of this icicle who had frozen whatever feelings and emotions I had left.

My eyes prowled his face, trying to understand his cruelty, and then it hit me.

His father...

The bastard was exactly like his father.

What if he was more twisted and enjoyed playing with his prey like killer whales do?

The thought sent a shudder of fear bolting through me like pangs of current.

"Let me come with you," he half-heartedly said, and I was tempted to say yes, trying to figure out how he would take on his Azul persona, but I refused and walked away.

There was this much self-restraint I could show before breaking down.

Silently, Caysir and I arrived back at my place. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Miss Arata, I will stay in the car for two hours. If you won’t return, then I will head to my apartment. If you need me, just call," Caysir respectfully stated while opening the door for me.

I offered him a small nod and headed to my apartment. Turning on the lights and heat, I ditched my bag on my bed.

Caging all my emotions and feelings, I threw open the doors of my closet and chose his colour.

If he were the devil, I would be a she-devil today.

Come what may, but I would make him regret hurting and breaking me like that.

After getting ready, I took my phone and adjusted it in a hidden position, letting the camera face the lounger, and I turned on the video recording.

If he did something to me, at least he would be going down too.