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.

roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when

car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and

even the

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling,

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

sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for

surrounding socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license

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Chapter 27

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

feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced our

sour. How could Whitney know a man

was supposed to be his–all of

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she

“Did I do well,

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

some dog meat to

everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone

kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana

distracted by her fake husband

there, stood elegantly, smoking a

her to wait as he finished

cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

car. She knelt 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

L raised an

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze like an ethereal

lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping

“Hmph.”

“But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like it,

mouth twitched in

the plate for being mistaken as

they headed towards the

the man’s formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?”

and deep