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.

bed, her body limp and trembling, her gaze barely lucid through the confusion. Blood dripped from

profile was refined, and his smile wry.

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 you’re

he listened, his handcrafted leather shoes

from a distance,

his voice and felt her heart jolt. She looked

to see the imposing man at the door; his jawline was

seemed to

let go of me…” Whitney’s voice quivered,

could release her, a force slammed into

calm face turned cold.

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man ignored him, fixing his steely gaze on the woman

smile. “So, you cry out for him

like,” Whitney stammered, her eyes brimming with tears,

call for help when she was drugged? Shaking, she said, “I was set up and drugged. Mr. Lutz discovered

caress. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he pulled her up from the bed and into his arms.

much force that Whitney’s entire body ached, her mind trembling.

“So, my woman needs to be saved by someone else? That’s your excuse for being caught red–handed

at a loss for words.

you are, but Ms. Valentine

with Whitney, Bryce

am, go find out. Are you interested in this woman? Unfortunately, I’ve already slept with her. Did she not tell you that before

have to tear

her pink lips with his rough fingers, he said, “Why so nervous? Am

he continued, “Enough, you

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

made Ludwik’s eyes grow even gloomier.

turned around and

right there,” He

toward her, he grabbed Bryce’s shirt, threw it

ugly at the

his coat over Whitney’s shoulders and commanded, “Felix, tie her