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.

Whitney pressed, certain that this person was either Monica’s backer or closely connected to

eyes, and she gave a thin smile.

“What?”

Whitney and

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

Despite Valerie’s private nature, Whitney remembered bits

“A year ago.”

abroad? That’s not cool. But Ashton–he’s the Fuller family’s eldest son,

very elegant male hand appeared on Valerie’s screen before they

roughly pulled Valerie up, and the laptop fell to the floor, cutting to black

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

black screen,

was lifted effortlessly. She was slender, with a model’s physique: delicate in front, striking curves behind,

was tall and Imposing, with sharp

the bed without a hint of tenderness and collapsed on

fiercely, murmuring another

which had been distant, suddenly froze with pain, a pain that felt like a knife twisting in her heart. This agony

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

gaze filled with deep loathing as he

come here for a honeymoon, I ignore you, so you start digging into that judge’s affair, trying to get my attention at all costs. Now that I’m giving you what you

cut through her like a cold wind.

forced smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re

I would’ve married you under duress? You’re just like your mother, all high and mighty on the outside but a whore on the inside. I hate being threatened. Just wait and see how miserable I’ll make

a foolish hope

had manipulated the situation, forcing him away from his first love. No, that was not true. Valerie scoffed bitterly, enduring the pain as

love. Her heart was never with you; she was sweet on another man, and oh, that

slap across her face