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 slightly. “Keep

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

the city hall, Whitney asked the driver to stop

delicate figure tumbled down the steps in panic, screaming

Simon ran towards her.

pale as 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 appeared in my purse. Is Whitney coming back for

the bloody paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense.

Monica’s eyes darkened, her face

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

born to shield Monica

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

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

vengeance, she would claim it all

hand back. “Mr. L, we can drive off

beside her divided a fraction of his

the tears she had been holding back

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

noble man, who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning; just make sure you keep yourself safe, especially what’s in

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

haven, and this marriage was her temporary

as he stepped out

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

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

shivered. “But no one else knew about

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

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

can’t

her composure, a triumphant smile on her

afternoon, the funeral home was

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

was dead. And her death was as scandalous as her life had

core.

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