you want to enter the natio
, professional. It echoed in the va
iling window overlooking the New York City skyline. The cit
as b
he sickening crack of bone. The mangled flesh that was once his livelihood, his iden
membered
woman he loved more than life itself. Her eyes weren't fi
liced through the night, colder than the steel of the city. "Any
a curse filled with a hatred so profound
ck. Ten days befo
there?" the organizer's voic
antom'. Every piece of furniture, every minimalist sculpture, w
r initials as teenagers, blushing and awkward. He remembered going abro
is art, under the pseudonym 'Phantom', had found its way to her. It became her solace, the anonymous voice that pulled
orcing him to create art for them, turning his passion into a weapon against
He stepped into the void, claiming the identity of 'Phantom'. And Oliv
He saw the way Olivia looked at Mark, the same adoration she once had for the art on her wall
hands and a broken h
t was a physical thing, a crushing weight. He forced
to his lips. His voice was
l my e
antom, but th
argument. "However, I plan to hold a solo exhibition. Right here in New York City. I'll
ent. "Of course! That's incredible news! We'll arran
Ethan
d, unread message sat at the
for me? For the national competition. I'll pay
n days. The talentless hack couldn't produce a single decent stroke on his ow
, he type
issue. I'll cre
ude and relief. He had no idea what was coming. Ethan had a very s
talk your way out o
ail, he heard the pent
her expression a mask of cold authority. The smug, sim
ted Mark. You were always jealous of his talent. Well, he's entering the com
scraped off her shoe. "He's staying here tonight. We need to discuss his
n his dark eyes as he stared at the imposter. A storm of emotions
a masterful performance. He feigned distre
much to ask. I know my presence upsets you.
ing to Ethan. "Ethan Hayes, what is wrong
ankruptcy, when I almost jumped off a bridge, it was Mark's art that saved me
the air. Savior. She called this snake her savior, while the