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?”

left his work, only frowning

into water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it

hall, Whitney asked the

delicate figure tumbled down the steps in panic, screaming

Simon ran towards her.

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

also recoiled at the sight of the bloody paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense.

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

coldly snapped a photo with her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable, and her eyes began

in her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to

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it, the truth cut like a knife. From now on, she would become Monica’s

afternoon’s funeral news, her mouth twisting in a

blood and deep vengeance, she would claim it

pulled her hand back. “Mr. L, we can

larger one. The man beside her divided a fraction of

resolve falter, and the tears she

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

who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning; just make sure

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

haven, and this marriage

young lady to her destination,” he said as he stepped out of the

then told the driver, “Please take me to Sun

the funeral home, Yvonne tore the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water, a childish prank. Who are

shivered. “But no one else knew

her company’s people have turned to us, she might still have a

soon. Your father will announce in front of the media that all of Whitney’s inheritance will go to

she can’t come back,” Preston stated

a triumphant smile

two in the afternoon, the funeral

a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name

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

core.

public phone. Even with nothing to her name, she remembered