Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 104

“You can’t…” Whitney tried to resist, only to realize she had provoked a wrathful god.

The man’s hands, veins bulging with barely controlled fury, pinned her against the car window without saying a word. His lips crushed against hers without mercy, almost devouring her in his frenzied assault.

Whitney’s delicate lips quickly turned red as blood.

Ludwik’s thoughts raced to her at the foot of the bed, Bryce dressing her, her lips stained with blood, seductive as a succubus drawing the life from some man.

His rage grew wilder, his kisses trailing down to the nape of her milky–white neck, the lingering scent driving him to madness as he sought to tear away and claim what he saw as his.

Pressed against the edge of the car, the vehicle still moving, Whitney’s head knocked against the window while the man, like a lion, was beyond reason, his eyes darkening further as he watched her tears fall one by one beneath his savage kisses. He scoffed at her, ‘Don’t give me that mournful look. You weren’t like this with Bryce.

His voice was a low growl filled with cold fury.

Whitney had no strength left to fight, her small hands clutching pitifully at his shirt, trying to push him away, but only tears remained.

He zipped up the back of her dress as they arrived at the villa.

Ludwik did not say a word, carrying her out of the car. She did not cooperate, so he dragged her in, taking care

not to harm the child she carried.

He dragged her to the second–floor bedroom, his gaze like the frost of a winter night as he looked at her and said icily, “It seems you don’t understand. If I want to control someone, it’s easy. From now on, forget your job and career. Just stay at home and have this kid!”

He turned and ordered Taryn, his voice harsh. “This woman is restless. Keep an eye on her. Take her phone. My

mother must not find out!”

Whitney lay on the bed like a rag doll, her chest and neck stinging. It took a while before she could gather her

senses.

He was grounding her!

“What right do you have to treat me this way, you bastard? Have you gone mad?” She sprang from the bed, reaching for the door.

But Taryn sighed and locked it promptly.

kind of devil had she entered into a sham marriage with and then

the

raced over, and as he got out, he heard Ludwik’s chilling

they were to examine

of a woman’s soft crying and knocking on the door could be heard

You can’t keep someone

knitted together in a chill sweep, “Is there

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behind his deep

only wanted to destroy her. Thus, he abruptly got into his car and said, “Check the banquet

Whitney was set up, huh? Then don’t treat her like this! All because you couldn’t save her, and Bryce did, just by giving her a coat…” Nolan thought. However, he knew that

sports car

glanced at the villa’s second floor. It was like a little prison cell. “Whitney, oh Whitney, if only you’d

his foot, Nolan had no choice but to follow

was inhaled, not affecting the blood, and they had administered the antidote in time the baby was fine.

–

no new injuries save for her bruised lips and a few marks on her collarbone.

advising her to be

remained silent, eventually drifting off into a troubled sleep.

her first instinct was to reach for her phone, only to remember that the bastard had

1. it.

he cutting her off from

on the verge

victim,

was this to still have such

humiliation; there was also his extreme coldness. This was his idea of a

–

equality only when he was in a good mood. She must have been out of her mind to fall

a man.

the door, and Taryn, distressed on the other side, pleaded, “Madam, I’m sorry, but you can’t leave the

“I’ll starve myself.”

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wants a report on your meals three times a day. Please don’t make it hard for us. And the baby’s over three months now; you can’t

collapsed

the baby; she

was he so heartless, forbidding her from work when Skye Gem