Unraveling Chaos

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The Billionaire’s Mask

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“I am a monster, Miss Hart. You wouldn’t want nor wish to see me…”

He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single person has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him—that’s one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that’s another rule.

Except for me because I have broken every rule.

Now I’m extremely drawn to him. His peculiarity is out of this world, and his beauty is beyond physical.

But the Master has demons of his own and is being chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we’ve become the reflection of each other’s nightmares. 

I realize that the Master and I are not so different.

Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?

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Due to past traumas, Brandon believes he’s a monster. So he hides away from the world. No one has seen his face for years because he wears a mask. 

He was hurt before, so he keeps people at a distance. Until Alayna. 

Alayna was hired to cook for Brandon. Curious by nature, she wants to know more about Brandon because he’s so mysterious. She has been the only one in a long time to break down his walls. 

The Billionaire’s Mask is a journey of mystery, love, sacrifice, and self. 

The Billionaire’s Mask by Margarette Grey holds a special place in my heart. From a story posted on Wattpad to published into a book, it must have been a long journey. One that I’m glad I was able to see accomplished. Biases aside, was it my favorite? Presently, it wasn’t. But it was one of my favorites once upon a time. From my first time reading it until now, my tastes have changed. It doesn’t mean it wasn’t good because it was. I enjoyed reading The Billionaire’s Mask. 

While reading, I kept feeling a sense of deja vu. It had been a while since I first read it, but I somehow still managed to remember those feelings. Yet, at the same time, there were new feelings as well. It made me realize that a lot can impact thoughts, emotions, and the overall reading experience. There were moments when I related to Brandon, and then there were moments that I couldn’t even stand him. It was a little instalovey. Not that it’s a bad thing, just that it was present. Sometimes you want an instalovey book. 

There were moments that I had gotten frustrated because of Alayna and Brandon’s thoughts and actions. Moments that I knew at some point in my life that I had no problems. Do I agree or even like what they did all of the time? No. But I’m not supposed to. I believe that art, in this case, a book, is supposed to impact you in some way or another. Whether in a negative or positive reaction, you’ll remember it somehow if you feel strongly about it. Strong emotions impact you, and you’ll remember it. 

I can’t wait for the second book because the ending made me so frustrated I wanted to know more. 

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I always do research before job interviews, so I know a little about the Master. He’s twenty-eight, a self-made billionaire, and the sole owner and chairman of Grethe and Elga Enterprises, a telecommunications and electronic consumer company headquartered in Manhattan.

But his family background, where he graduated, and his face are all a mystery. No single soul has seen him in person. He never shows up anywhere public and never attends any important events. I can’t help but wonder why.

Does he have a disease? Is he allergic to sunrise? A vampire? I want to know.

When I get in, I expect him to be sitting, waiting impatiently at the long table, but he isn’t. He is standing in front of a beautiful painting of a young girl in a yellow dress.

I clear my throat, loudly enough to catch his attention. “Master…”

“I know you are there, Miss Hart,” he says icily, yet the melodious sound is there. “Please sit down.”

I tug at the chair on the other side of the long dining table and sit quietly.

However, the world seems to have stopped, then slows down as he turns to show himself to me. His face. Half of this face has precisely the same features of the handsome young man in the painting in the living room. I’d stared at it every day for the last month, so I was sure of this. But he doesn’t show me his entire face. He’s wearing a mask.

A white mask on the right side of his face.

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Contemporary romance author Margarette Grey began intriguing a vast audience of romance readers on Wattpad with swoon-worthy storylines featuring hot billionaires and clumsy heroines. She loves the thrill of reading gripping romance novels at night, kissing alpha males in her dreams, and writing about them in the morning.

​Her passion for writing started out as an ardent love for reading, which soon morphed into a belief that if others could write, she could write as well. And now, many years into the future, Grey is yet to stop exciting her ever-growing fan base with the perfect mix for a romantic dream.

​At some point in her life, working as a graphic designer was great for setting food on the table. She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Information Technology with a major in Multimedia Arts after all. However, her interest in her stable job soon faded away when her passion for writing reached an all-time high. Quitting her career as a graphics designer translated into full-time writing—a life that she considers her dream life.

 She makes her home in The Pearl of the Orient Seas, where ‘leisure time’ means indulging in drawings, watching anime, Korean dramas, and Netflix series.

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Forgotten Rules

I remembering reading Unwritten Rules a long time ago and having been meaning to get back into the series. Since it has been such a long time, I am going into Forgotten Rules blind without any background. I have yet to finish reading this, but so far I haven’t wanted to put it down. Every time I do is because there were other things I had to do. If time would’ve let me, I would probably read this all in one go. But unfortunately that is not the case. So I will come back to add more to it after I do finish.

Forgotten Rules was difficult to put down. I was so wrapped up in the story that I never wanted to finish. Just so that I could keep being in that world.

Paul Kalanithi’s “When Breath Becomes Air”

“I began to realize that coming in such close contact with my own mortality had changed both nothing and everything” (189).

Paul Kalanithi

“Death may be a one-time event, but living with terminal illness is a process” (228).

Paul Kalanithi

Paul Kalanithi wrote When Breath Becomes Air towards the end of his life. He tried to finish as much as he could but he died before it was even published. Death is a part of life. Yet it can come at any point because it is uncertain how and when it would happen. The only certain part of it is that it will happen. 

There is a thin line between life and death. When a person is born, one thing is certain, one day they will die. It is the cycle of life; with life comes death. 

Life is full of uncertainties. But when one knows that they are going to die soon, it is as if life stands still. “And with that, the future I had imagined, the one just about to be realized, the culmination of decades of striving evaporated” (39). Time stops and everything that was planned changes. Life is unpredictable and not always goes according to plan. Someone can have everything planned out, and then all of a sudden, something happens, and everything changes.

Growing up, Paul never wanted to be a doctor. He had first-hand experience of what life would be like. Yet that goes to show that people change. Nothing is set in stone. People grow and change. 

Paul’s loved literature growing up. He looked to literature when he needed answers.

T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land resonated profoundly, relating meaninglessness and isolation, and the desperate quest for human connection….Nabokov, for his awareness of how our suffering can make us callous to the obvious suffering of another….Conrad, for his hypertuned sense of how miscommunication between people can so profoundly impact their lives. (57)

Literature holds knowledge. The more a person reads, the more they know. It helps provide different perspectives. “Literature not only illuminated another’s experience, it provided, I believed, the richest material for moral reflection” (57-58). Not everyone has the same outlook. But knowing how a person thinks helps you understand them more.

When Paul thought that he could no longer go anywhere with literature, he turned to science. “Medical school sharpened my understanding of the relationship between meaning, life, and death” (84). He always looked for the meaning of life. Medical school was no exception. He was able to find some of his answers there. “I had started in this career, in part, to pursue death: to grasp it, uncloak it, and see it eye-to-eye, unblinking” (124). “Neurosurgery attracted me as much for its intertwining of brain and consciousness as for its intertwining of life and death” (124). 

Life is not just about learning but also practicing. “It was becoming clear that learning to be a doctor in practice was going to be a very different education from being a medical student in the classroom” (100-101). Experiencing and learning are two different things. One can learn all they want, but they would not know everything until they put it all into practice.

Paul was a neurosurgeon resident until he was a cancer patient. “It occurred to me that my relationship with statistics changed as soon as I became one” (192). “Once I had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, I began to view the world through two perspectives; I was starting to see death as both doctor and patient” (198). Once the line between doctor and patient is crossed, everything changes. “How little do doctors understand the hells through which we put patients” (152). “As a doctor, you have a sense of what it’s like to be sick, but until you’ve gone through it yourself, you don’t really know” (200). Having the knowledge and actually experiencing it are two completely different things.

Severe illness wasn’t life-altering, it was life-shattering. It felt less like an epiphany—a piercing burst of light, illuminating What Really Matters—and more like someone had just firebombed the path forward. (173)

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When Paul knew that his time was running out, he turned back to literature. He always knew that he wanted to write a book. Although he never was able to see the final product, he finished what he could.

Torn between being a doctor and being a patient, delving into medical science and turning back to literature for answers, I struggled, while facing my own death, to rebuild my old life—or perhaps find a new one. (199)

Knowing that he was running out of time, he did not complete all that he wanted. But he was able to complete as much of his plans as he could.

And so it was literature that brought me back to life during this time. The monolithic uncertainty of my future was deadening; everywhere I turned, the shadow of death obscured the meaning of any action. (212)

Literature was always there for him. When he couldn’t find the answers, he could in literature. Even at the end of his life, he was able to turn to literature. 

Time is never certain. Nobody knows how much time they have. “Part of the cruelty of cancer, though, is not only that it limits your time; it also limits your energy, vastly reducing the amount you can squeeze into a day” (276). Paul was never able to finish writing. He did the best he could to finish as much as he could. His wife, Lucy, wrote in the epilogue that “this book carried the urgency of racing against time, of having important things to say” (299). “He wanted to help people understand death and face their morality” (299).

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