Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Whitney raised an eyebrow and looked at Monica with amusement as if she were watching a court jester perform.

Standing beside her, L. towered with an impeccable posture, blatantly ignoring Monica as if she were beneath

his notice.

‘Let’s get going,” he said, turning with an air of distinction.

Whitney followed him, delicate and soft, which only made him seem more imposing.

Simon watched from behind, his eyes simmering with an intense, fiery anger,

“Whitney!” He barked, halting her in her tracks.

Monica’s face soured instantly.

Whitney paused, and L. glanced at her. “I need to take a call. The driver will pick you up. Can you handle that?”

She nodded with a faint smile.

With a cool glance back, Whitney watched Simon approach, eyeing L as he walked away to take his call. “Who the hell is that guy?” Simon demanded.

“None of your damn business.”

“How can you associate with riffraff? Whitney, have you sunk so low?”

“At least I’m not scavenging for coins in the gutter.”

Her words stung Monica and Simon, and onlookers struggled to suppress their laughter.

Monica’s face turned icy while Simon’s expression grew colder. He grabbed Whitney’s hand and sneered, “Riffraff without a car, right? He’s probably riding a motorcycle. I’ll take you home!”

The sound of his car keys jingled, and the headlights of a Lamborghini flashed.

Monica feigned concern as she approached. “Oh dear sister, you must have walked here, right? You should be careful, especially being pregnant, even if the father’s identity is a mystery. Let Simon and me take you home. What if something happens to you on that motorcycle?”

The elite ladies nearby cast disdainful glances at Whitney. As beautiful as she was, it baffled them why she would be with a thug.

Whitney remained silent.

ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and Monica

power, something even the elite of Banyan

Whose car was this?

stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms.

L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned

a cloud of exhaust for

surrounding socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the

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Chapter 27

scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy

core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced

Whitney know

to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities

Whitney traveled in separate cars,

her, “Did I do

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

had bought some dog

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

are always jumping around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good

distracted by her fake husband

already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man with a dangerously

for her to wait as he finished

approached her with the grace

to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank you for your driver,

L raised

the evening

at her lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The

mouth twitched in

feeling sorry for the

they headed

formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back

pause and deep gaze were