Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 4

On the eleventh day, after he had meticulously planned her fake ‘murder,‘ they actually went and secretly got their marriage license.

What a twist of fate!–

Whitney froze, a suffocating agony drowning her, hate that was bone–deep, and a coldness that splashed from the depths of her eyes.

The past taunted her like a sharp sword.

“Whitney, I will definitely marry you. You’ll soon be Mrs. Perlman.”

“Whitney, you’re a genius. Help Monica with her draft one more time; she must win the jewelry competition!”

“We’ll get the license after the wedding. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”

After the wedding, huh? But he wanted her dead!

The tight grip on her palm was released by the man standing beside her, his tall figure casting a cool shadow. He asked her, “Need a few minutes?”

Whitney pressed her pale lips together and shook her head.

A clerk politely ushered them inside.

It only took two minutes to get the license. Whitney glanced at the man working busily in the chair, then at the marriage certificate. His name in the document had only one initial: L.

Domineering, indifferent, perfunctory.

What kind of marriage was this? It seemed the license was just a way to bind her and to appease the old lady.

She knew nothing about him, nor did she know whom she had truly married.

Suddenly, Whitney spotted Simon and Monica entering another office. Monica took her purse to the restroom.

Whitney’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and she said to L, “I have something to take care of.”

Felix, the man’s assistant, looked at Whitney’s retreating figure and asked the man quietly, “Sir?”

man’s gaze never left his work, only frowning slightly. “Keep her

a lipstick inside the restroom, crushed it into water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into

city hall, Whitney asked the driver to stop the

a delicate figure tumbled down the steps

Simon ran towards her.

is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name written in blood! It just appeared in my purse. Is Whitney coming back

paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense. She’s dead!

scared…” Monica’s eyes darkened, her face drained

her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable,

stepmother’s words echoed in her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to

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be it, the truth cut like a knife. From now on,

the afternoon’s funeral news, her mouth twisting in a cold smile. The appetizer

would claim it

“Mr. L, we can

larger one. The man beside her divided a fraction of his attention from his work to ask, “Does

deep, made Whitney’s resolve falter, and the tears she had been holding back threatened

for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently, his face emotionless, his breath

care what you’re planning; just make sure you keep yourself safe, especially what’s in your

a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect him to

haven, and this marriage was

take the young lady to her destination,” he said as he stepped out of the car, too busy to

then told the driver, “Please take me to Sun Funeral

a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and

no one else knew about

all her company’s people have turned to us, she might still have a friend or two.

father will announce in front of the media that all of Whitney’s inheritance will go to you. There will be no more Whitney

can’t come back,” Preston stated with

her composure, a triumphant smile on

afternoon, the funeral home was

dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name for herself in

she was dead. And her death was as scandalous as her life had been, enough to shake the city

core.

her eyes as she made a call from a public phone.