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.

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

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

something even

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with

deep resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did I

to drug Monica

dog meat to

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her

are always jumping around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort

distracted by her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s handsome

from the car. L, already there,

wait as he finished his

the smoke cleared, he approached her

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

L raised

up in the

lips, and his fingers loosened his

L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping closer

“Hmph.”

imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license

mouth twitched

grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed towards 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

and deep