Maskfall - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 After I changed into the dress, Josh's eyes lit up. However, the moment he glanced at his phone, his whole mood shifted. He grew restless, unable to sit still. Whitney's side of the chat was filled with messages, one after another, all marked as read. On the other side, there was not a single reply. Ihad seen something similar before, back when it was me. Now, she was the one panicking. Her last message was a photo, a knife pressed against her wrist. His phone slipped from his hand with a soft thud. I pretended not to notice and acted as thoughtful as ever.

"If you have something urgent, go ahead. I can wait." He kissed my forehead, grateful. "Yvette, don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I can." He would not come back. I knew that. After seeing him out, I turned around and took off the dress, leaving it on the bed. Right then, a voice message from Whitney popped up. "Yvette, I've prepared a surprise for you. You have to come." She shared her location to a seaside hotel. What a coincidence. It was the same place where I was getting married today. My father, who had not cared about me in years, suddenly called.

"You promised to marry into the Brooks family for your sister. Don't you dare mess this up. If I had known, I would've sent your sister into the Stewart family instead. What bad luck. Turns out it was the Brooks family that went bankrupt." Due to the video of Donald and me going viral, they had misunderstood which family had fallen. Everyone said Donald hated women and had lost everything. My sister panicked immediately. After seeing the video, she first thought that Donald had gotten over his issues. However, she could not accept the idea of living a hard life with him.

My father, who had once wished he could cut ties with me, reached out for the first time because of her. I agreed on one condition-I wanted two-thirds of the family assets. Those hard days I went through were not for nothing. Half of that belonged to my mother. The moment I arrived at the hotel, I was pulled into the makeup room. An hour later, I stepped out onto the beach ina white wedding gown. On the flower-covered stage stood two familiar figures. Whitney was dressed as a bride, but her makeup was ruined from crying. "Josh, you won.

You have to marry me today." However, the man beside her looked impatient. He kept checking his phone again and again. "Whitney, if you hadn't threatened me with suicide, I wouldn't even be here. I definitely wouldn't marry you." Thinking about me waiting back at the rented basement, Josh's mind was already somewhere else. He had finally managed to secure the number one slot to register our marriage. He did not want to miss it. However, Whitney, already on the edge, clung to him desperately, trying to get even a little affection. "You didn't say that before. You said Mrs.