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.

approached, and when the onlookers

but the

even the elite of

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms.

Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With

off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

with? That

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Chapter 27

with the Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched

to the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

Whitney know a

resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty,

in separate cars, he

contacted her, “Did

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her to the

some dog meat to stage the

her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone

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 now, haha,” Tiana said

replied, distracted by her fake

the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man

for her to wait as

approached her with

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

again?” L

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze like an

and his

you, L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!”

“Hmph.”

pointed to the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use

mouth twitched in

sorry for the plate for being mistaken as a

they headed

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?” She

deep gaze were