Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 237

At the airport in the South, Ludwik stepped off the plane and immediately turned on his laptop, eager to check the live feed from the sanatorium’s surveillance system.

But the connection was frustratingly spotty, the feed lagging in real–time.

His gaze was icy as worry creased his brow. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dialed the sanatorium.

The director picked up, his voice hesitant and filled with excuses about poor reception in the mountains and ongoing repairs.

Meanwhile, Felix was rambling on about a litany of issues cropping up at the factory,

Yet, Ludwik, standing tall and imposing in the midst of the bustling airport, paid him no mind. A chill surrounded him, his brow twitching with unease.

Suddenly, his phone pinged with a notification.

An unfamiliar number with an international prefix – probably spam?

It rang just once!

For reasons Ludwik could not fathom, he found it unsettling and impulsively tried to call back, but it would not go through.

What the hell was going on?

Something felt very wrong tonight. His right eye twitched, a premonition of impending trouble.

“Mr. Lippert? Mr. Lippert?” Felix called out several times before getting his attention.

Ludwik slowly turned, noticing an inexplicable film of sweat on his palm. “I can’t connect to the sanatorium’s feed. Damn it, what good are they if they can’t get this right? Forget the factory issues. I need to go back.”

Taken aback by Mr. Lippert’s unusual demeanor and evident agitation – he had not rested at all on the flight – Felix did not dare say more and immediately instructed the airport manager, “Prepare Mr. Lippert’s private jet for a return flight.”

“Plot the shortest course. Get me there in two hours. And find out what’s going on at the sanatorium!” Ludwik ordered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he strode back to the cabin.

“What did you say? Imbeciles! She was in labor, and you let her escape?!” Elaine could hardly believe the call from her henchman.

Fuming with rage, she had left the scene to cover her tracks and was busy planting ‘evidence‘ to’turn tonight’s events in her favor. She even planned to cast herself as the ‘victim‘ of a kidnapping by Whitney and Tiana.

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the B&B was reduced to ashes, all the secrets would die with

her eyes flashing with malice as she spun the car around and raced

scene of carnage, with several of her men severely injured, some with bites

unscathed, wiping blood from his eyes as he pointed toward the back road from the B&B. “She took a scalpel

the face, seething with fury. “Don’t just stand there. Gather everyone and find her! Kill her on sight, and make it

commanded, “And burn this place to the

off, cursing the resilient woman who dared to

her a blur. She could not recall how she managed to escape from that room; all she knew was that as a mother, she had done everything to prevent that blade from slicing open her

and blood and amniotic fluid soaked the seat. She could no longer

The road was pitch black,

like relentless predators, were surely on her trail.

car, sending it careening down a slope, and fled in the opposite direction, vaulting over the highway barrier into the trees lining the slope. :

and the sharp, salty

near the coast, still within the territory of the coastal sanatorium..

for her and her baby, but a sudden gush of blood signaled

tiny, desperate head pressing down, fighting for

a piece of cloth and stuffed it in her mouth. In the bone–chilling wind, she lay back, opened her legs, and began to push with

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agony pierced the night, unanswered as if swallowed by

him, she never imagined that one day she would be giving birth alone in the wilderness, secretly enduring

thought she would be driven to such despair by a

them

me to hate you. I hate you,

cloth, her mouth filling with blood. She had no strength left; she was gravely injured at the B&B and was now on

she deliver?

baby had grown so quickly like she was

baby in

her oxygen–starved brain growing fuzzy, the world darkening as she forced herself

would suffocate

haze, something surged out with

her child, but another surge of pain wracked her body.