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."

was Camilla's and reluctant to expose her acquaintance with

with a deep nod, turning off her lantern and disappearing into the

described, making it impossible to locate Ludwik's place. Had Ludwik

betrayal was palpable as Whitney navigated the unfamiliar territory, her desperation growing with every passing

Whitney echoing through the night. The entire household was now

a crack in the door: Thea, in a compromising position, but not with

door crack, a silent confrontation in the

survival instincts kicked in, and she fled into the

on the light, he was greeted by the sight of Whitney, seeking

of his silence, her heart pounding from the night's

animosities, Ludwik couldn't find it in him to stay angry with Whitney, his heart softening at her vulnerable

Whitney demanded privacy to change, desperate

help but tease her, highlighting the absurdity

dress was torn, her appearance a mess, and drenched from head to toe, no one would believe her innocence. Regardless of

tone leisurely, almost as if

shelter