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.

of the bed, her body limp and trembling, her gaze barely lucid through the confusion. Blood dripped from her lips, a sight both pitiful

was refined, and

removed his shirt, lifting Whitney gently. “Looks like fate has thrown us together tonight. I already gave you my jacket, and now

listened, his handcrafted leather shoes chilling the floor

watching from a distance, his eyes locked

voice and felt her heart jolt. She looked up only to meet his frosty gaze.

the imposing man at the door;

seemed to

go of me…” Whitney’s voice quivered,

could release her, a force slammed into him,

usually calm face turned

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his steely gaze on the woman in the

“So, you cry out for him

it’s not what it looks like,” Whitney stammered,

Shaking, she said, “I was

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

used so much force that

veins on Ludwik’s forehead bulged, but his tone was calm. “So, my woman needs to be saved by someone else? That’s

at a loss for words. “L, listen to me!”

who you are, but Ms. Valentine

with Whitney,

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

have to tear her pride

gaze shifted to her. Touching her pink lips with his rough fingers, he said, “Why so nervous? Am

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

no idea what L might do next, she said with difficulty, “Mr. Lutz, I’m sorry that

Ludwik’s eyes grow even gloomier.

she turned around and left.

right there,” He

he grabbed Bryce’s shirt, threw it

turned ugly at the sight.

his coat over Whitney’s shoulders and commanded, “Felix, tie her up. We’re taking her