Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 439

Whitney was at her wit's end, her patience worn thin, barely holding onto her composure.

Outside the grand mansion, a ruckus erupted, signaling an unwelcome interruption. Whitney guessed it must be Holly, unable to find her and now searching the vast grounds in desperation. Soon, they'd be upon her...

"I am truly a servant of Camilla," the maid claimed with a knowing smile, her tone laced with depth, "Camilla feels guilty that someone's been deceiving you under her name. She sent me to help you escape. Do you want to get caught?" Whitney was taken aback. How much did Camilla know?

Her hands trembled, clutching the torn fabric of her dress.

She couldn't let herself be found by the Lippert family, especially not Holly, in this state.

With no real choice, and facing the same outcome whether she acted or not, Whitney nodded skeptically and followed the elderly servant down the path.

The labyrinth of identical, unlit paths in the mansion's garden made her wonder if Justin had them designed specifically for nefarious purposes.

Muttering curses under her breath, Whitney finally emerged from the mansion's grasp, finding herself on a street lined with similar-looking mansions.

"Where do you need to go, miss?" the servant inquired, offering further assistance. "I can take you somewhere safe."

that, unsure if the servant truly was Camilla's and reluctant to expose her acquaintance with Ludwik. "I'll manage on my own. Thank

deep nod, turning off her

cursed her luck. The arrangement of the mansions wasn't as regular as Parker had described, making

of betrayal was palpable as Whitney navigated the unfamiliar

Joanne's loud demands to find Whitney echoing through the night. The entire household was

nearby mansion, only to stumble upon a scandalous scene through a crack in the door: Thea, in a compromising position, but

eyes met through the door crack, a silent confrontation in the charged

and she fled into the

he turned on the

his silence, her heart pounding from the

find it in him to stay angry with Whitney, his heart softening at her

Whitney demanded privacy to change, desperate to escape the tattered remnants of her

between irritation and concern, couldn't help but tease her,

a mess, and drenched from head to toe, no one would believe her innocence. Regardless of whether Justin had his way with her

man leaned against the wall casually lighting a cigarette, his tone leisurely, almost as if he found the situation amusing. "With that attitude, do

herself speechless under the shelter