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

inside the restroom, crushed it into water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into a cubicle and left with a cold

hall, Whitney asked the

a delicate figure tumbled down the

Simon ran towards her.

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

of the bloody paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense. She’s dead! Calm down, don’t let the paparazzi

eyes

the guilty couple huddled together, Whitney coldly snapped a photo with her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw,

was born to shield Monica from

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like a knife. From now on, she would become Monica’s

mouth twisting in a cold smile. The appetizer was served; the entrée would

of blood and deep vengeance, she would claim it all

back. “Mr. L,

was enveloped by a larger one. The man beside her divided a fraction

resolve falter, and the tears she had been holding

cry! Let me rub it for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently, his

at this noble man, who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re

promise you!” It was a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect him to avenge

needed a haven, and this marriage

destination,” he said as he stepped out of the car, too busy to state

figure, then told the driver, “Please take

the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water, a childish prank.

shivered. “But no one else knew about us giving Whitney a

it with contempt. “Even if all her company’s people have turned to us, she might still

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

gone, and she can’t come

her composure, a triumphant smile on

the afternoon, the funeral

was a well–known dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who

as scandalous as her life had been, enough to shake the

core.

as she made a call from a public phone. Even with nothing to her name, she remembered some