Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 97

The more Elaine pleaded Whitney’s case, the more it implied a harsh truth: Ludwik had his heart on his sleeve yet was cast aside by Whitney while Bryce, the man who never clicked with him, effortlessly stepped in.

Was she not acting exactly like a social butterfly, skirting just shy of scandal? Yet here she was, lying through her teeth!

Ludwik’s inner fury was stoked, the seeds of doubt tumbling into an abyss.

Staring through the window at the woman on the phone, lost in a daze.

She hastily returned to the booth. Perhaps it was feigned clumsiness, but suddenly she stumbled forward, her cry cut through the air as Bryce played the hero, catching her delicate hand. She looked up, bashful in profile, while Bryce’s eyes held a deep, melting gaze.

Ludwik watched, an icy chuckle escaping his lips.

His phone met the wall with a shattering force.

The man turned, his expression frosty, slamming the car door behind him. His Bentley roared away, leaving nothing but dust in its wake.

“Bro, wait for me…” Elaine called out desperately, but a sly smile crept across her face as she turned.

“Whitney, you’ve dug your own grave splendidly.”

Back in the booth.

Whitney entered, still shaken by L’s call. A misstep twisted her ankle; pregnant and cautious, she reached for a chair to steady herself.

Bryce was quick to lend a hand, and as she found her balance, she immediately put space between them, “Thank you, Mr. Lutz,” she said, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Outside the open door, waitstaff bustled about.

Whitney let out a sigh, settling down to finish the half–drawn design. Despite her unease, she powered through the rest of it.

She was eager to finalize the necklace design, so once Bryce reviewed the entire draft, they discussed the details and decided on a precious emerald; the deal was set. She could start crafting it.

a matter of earrings, studs, diamond

mother adores your style,” Bryce said. “I’m afraid I’ll need to impose on you a bit longer due to this personal matter. But

motive was clear: he yearned for more time with

Whitney was oblivious to his intentions. Their conversation had been strictly business, and Bryce had impressed her with a gentlemanly demeanor. Her guard was lowered, especially when he considerately handed her a wrapped piece of

enjoy this?” he

and delighted, Whitney recognized the cake from her

was only because they had just started dating. She never intended to

you, goodbye,” she said, parting

the chill of December’s approach was biting, darkness falling early in the

towering presence, and inherent warmth bubbled within

drove toward United Realty Corporation, nestled in the heart of Banyan City’s

of light amid the late hours, its staff a

stopped her, “May I ask who you’re here to

to learn her husband’s name,

Lippert’s attention.

asked her to come to United Realty Corporation, promising to show her his

Whitney dialed his

No answer.

attempt; a chilling voice

speak, background revelry betrayed his location–a

“L, why did you hang up earlier? You said to come to the office,

then a

laughing

spine. She softly pressed, “Where are you? Sorry, I got held

dagger to her ear. “Why

tone, “Bro, don’t drink their toasts. Whitney will

over Whitney, her mind going

bar, with women, with

”

indignation rose within her, “L, are you playing around? You stood me up, made me

do you think you are? Do you really think you’re my wife?” His voice was a drunken, icy deluge, “A woman full of

call ended before she could