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?”

never left his work, only frowning slightly. “Keep

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

Whitney asked the driver to

tumbled down the steps in panic, screaming unabashedly,

Simon ran towards her.

a blood–soaked paper and said with a trembling voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name

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

Monica’s eyes darkened, her face drained of

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

was born to shield

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knife. From now on,

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

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

hand back. “Mr. L, we

enveloped by a larger one. The man beside her divided a fraction of his attention from his work to

made Whitney’s resolve falter, and the tears she

rubbing her hand gently, his face emotionless, his

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

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

haven, and

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

figure, 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 they trying

shivered. “But no one else knew about us giving

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

all of Whitney’s inheritance will go to

dead and gone, and she can’t

composure, a triumphant smile

afternoon, the funeral

family was a well–known dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business

as scandalous as her life had been, enough

core.

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