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."

to go to Ludwik's mansion but couldn't disclose that, unsure if the servant truly was Camilla's and

nod, turning off her lantern and disappearing into

mansions wasn't as regular as Parker had described, making it impossible to locate Ludwik's place. Had Ludwik ignored her plight, too absorbed

Whitney navigated the

echoing through the night. The entire

Thea, in a compromising position, but not with her husband Jason... Frozen in shock, Whitney's presence was betrayed by a clumsy

crack, a silent confrontation in the charged

fled into the night, leaving Thea to deal with

of the drama unfolding. As he turned on

her heart pounding from the night's ordeals, filled the

him to stay angry with Whitney, his heart

to change, desperate to

irritation and concern, couldn't help but tease her, highlighting the

a mutual need for understanding and protection simmered, hinting at a complex bond between them, forged in the shadow of the Lippert family's sprawling estate. Her dress was torn, her appearance a mess, and drenched from

lighting a cigarette, his tone leisurely, almost as

herself speechless under the shelter of his roof,