Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 112

“Yep!” Tiana watched Whitney quickly regain her composure, returning to the familiar friend she knew and loved. “You think Elaine put Hannah up to framing you at the party? Let’s dig up some proof.”

“There’s more to it,” Whitney mused, sensing that Elaine’s preparedness meant her hostility ran deeper than it seemed. She was certain Elaine had designs on L, a possessive desire to steal him away.

“Oh, right, let me just butt in for a second.” Tiana, beaming, booted up her laptop. “Haven’t you been waiting for Valerie’s investigation? About how Monica got propped up by foreign Judges, and who’s the bigwig backing her? Valerie got in touch with me today. Just hang on…”

Tiana immediately connected with Valerie, who was halfway across the world.

Whitney frowned slightly, a thought from Tiana earlier that morning echoing in her head, “You’ve been like a trouble magnet lately!“.

Monica’s miraculous comeback in the competition, followed by the scheme framing her for buying fake gemstones and landing her in jail, seemed unrelated to her recent entanglements with L

But were they truly unrelated?

A bold idea sprouted in Whitney’s mind–if the person behind Monica was…

At that moment, the call connected, and Valerie’s voice came through. She was the epitome of sophistication, and even after a long absence, there was no excitement in her greeting, just a slight smile and pressed lips. “Whitney, long time no see.”

Among the three, Tiana was bubbly, Whitney mischievous, but Valerie was always the grounded one, like a glass of clear water with a few floating leaves–understated at first glance but with a lingering, mellow taste. If Whitney’s edge lay beneath the surface, Valerie’s was right out in the open.

Among the three of them, Valerie contacted the least, having been abroad for studies and only briefly reuniting with them when she returned home.

But that was how their friendship was–Stella, despite being in constant touch, turned out to be nothing more than a fair–weather friend.

“How’s the investigation into the judges going, Valerie?” Tiana asked eagerly.

“There was definitely someone pulling strings to get those foreign judges to boost Monica, Valerie said, taking a sip of water. A hint of amusement crossed her face.

was?” Whitney pressed, certain that this

Valerie’s eyes, and she gave a thin smile. “It’s

“What?”

married?” Whitney and Tiana gaped in

Valerie’s lean face. “Sorry, it’s hardly what you’d call a marriage. I did not see the

private nature, Whitney remembered bits and pieces.

“A year ago.”

cool. But Ashton–he’s the Fuller family’s eldest son,

hand appeared on Valerie’s screen

laptop fell to the floor, cutting to

that handsome hand Ashton’s, Banyan City’s second–most

black screen, deep in thought.

middle of the night, Valerie was lifted effortlessly. She was slender, with a model’s physique: delicate in front, striking curves

with sharp features

Valerie onto the bed without a hint of tenderness and collapsed on

her fiercely, murmuring another

that felt like a knife twisting in

Ashton! I’m not her, not your first love. If you’re drunk, go find a hooker You’ve got

gaze filled with deep loathing as he saw her

you

cut through her like a

wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re overthinking. I

it weren’t for her needing a liver transplant urgently, do you think I would’ve married you under duress? You’re just like

hope that he might fall in

love. No, that

man, and oh, that man happens to be your best friend. In the end, you’re

her face silenced her for good.