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 slightly. “Keep her

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

asked the

figure tumbled down the steps in

Simon ran towards her.

death, shook out a blood–soaked paper and said with a trembling voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name written in blood! It just

the sight of the bloody paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense. She’s dead! Calm

so scared…” Monica’s eyes darkened, her

a photo with her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable, and her eyes began to fill with a bloody

born to

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cut like a knife. From now on,

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

blood and deep vengeance, she would claim it all back, everything that belonged

back. “Mr. L, we can

her divided a fraction of

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

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

gazed at this noble man, who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning; just make sure you

a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect him to avenge her, especially since he doubted her

and this marriage

the young lady to her destination,” he said as he

watched his retreating figure, then told the driver, “Please

paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water, a

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

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

the media that all of Whitney’s inheritance will go to you. There will

and gone, and she can’t come back,”

her composure, a triumphant

the afternoon, the

Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who

death was as scandalous as her life

core.

public phone. Even with nothing to her name,