Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 103

That damned woman, she just could not stay out of trouble. His gaze bore into Nolan, dark and stormy.

Nolan shivered, realizing every kind word he had ever spoken on Whitney’s behalf had gone to waste.

The man’s expressionless face gave nothing away as he strode forward with purposeful steps.

Nolan hurried to keep up, sensing Ludwik was about to explode, and whispered urgently, “Whitney must’ve been set up, man. With all the riffraff around tonight, why on earth would she be talking business? She’d be fawning over you instead, the big shot that you are. Plus, she’s pregnant. We need to get her out of there.”

Ludwik’s heart pounded with suppressed rage that quickly morphed into concern.

Hannah followed, fuming, praying her cousin would not manage to calm Ludwik down.

Elaine lagged behind, her phone vibrating silently. She slipped into a corner to answer it. Her assistant’s voice was frantic. “Elaine, we’ve got trouble. Bryce found the place, and he’s on his way there. I don’t know if Mr. Wendt had enough time to… you know, make Whitney lose the baby…”

Elaine’s brow furrowed.

Then, a sly smile crossed her lips, and she let out a soft, eerie chuckle. “Why is that bad news? Bryce showing up will only spice things up.”

This was turning into a show she would not want to miss!

Mr. Wendt was nothing compared to Bryce. The murderous look Ludwik gave Bryce at the party said it all.

Plus, Whitney, drugged and with three guys? That was going to be a scene to remember!

Excited, Elaine quickly followed the others.

Ludwik rechecked his phone. Why did that damned woman not call him for help? Or was it already too late for

her to even ask?

He pushed through the crowd, arriving at the ground floor guest room. As he raised his leg to kick the door down, it swung open.

“Whitney!” Ludwik stormed in, frowning.

floor while the bed was a mess. Whitney leaned at the foot of the bed, her body limp and trembling, her gaze barely lucid through the confusion.

profile was refined, and his smile

gently. “Looks like fate has thrown us together tonight. I already gave you my jacket, and now I’m giving you my shirt to make sure

listened, his handcrafted leather shoes chilling the floor beneath

watching from a distance, his eyes

heard his voice and felt her heart jolt. She looked up only to

to see the imposing man at

room’s temperature seemed

Lutz, would you please let go of me…” Whitney’s voice quivered,

confused, but before he could release her, a

usually calm face turned

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fixing his steely gaze on the woman in the bed.

“So, you cry out for

what it looks like,” Whitney stammered, her eyes brimming

for help when she was drugged? Shaking, she said, “I was

shrank, and he pulled her up from the bed and into

had used so much force that

needs to be saved by someone else? That’s your excuse for

at a loss for words.

you are, but Ms. Valentine

Whitney, Bryce

unmoved. Softly pressing the fragile woman’s shoulders, he smirked like the devil. “If you don’t know who I am, go find out. Are you interested in this woman? Unfortunately, I’ve already slept with her. Did she not tell you that before you two started messing around? She’s got

Whitney felt her heart penetrated by the painful humiliation. Why did he have to tear her pride

cold gaze shifted to her. Touching her pink lips with his rough fingers, he said, “Why so nervous? Am I not telling

mocking tone, he continued, “Enough, you said? Then why aren’t you

what L might do next, she said with difficulty, “Mr. Lutz, I’m sorry that

Ludwik’s eyes grow even gloomier.

turned around

there,” He called out.

Bryce’s shirt, threw it on the floor, and stepped on

turned ugly at the sight.

a chilling touch, Ludwik draped his coat over Whitney’s shoulders and commanded,