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?”

gaze never left his work, only frowning slightly. “Keep

it all over

hall, Whitney asked

tumbled down the steps in panic, screaming unabashedly,

Simon ran towards her.

and said with a trembling voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name written in blood! It just appeared

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

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

huddled together, Whitney coldly snapped a photo with her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable, and her

words echoed in her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to shield Monica from misfortune,

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

funeral news, her mouth twisting in a cold smile. The

blood and deep vengeance, she would claim it all

“Mr. L, we can drive

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

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

me rub it for you.” He frowned, rubbing her

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

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

haven, and this marriage was

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

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

VIP lounge of the funeral home, Yvonne tore the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water, a

“But no one else knew about us giving Whitney a

people have turned to us,

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

and she can’t come back,”

a

in the afternoon,

Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name for herself

death was as scandalous as her life had been,

core.

her eyes as she made a call from a public phone. Even with nothing to her