Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 585

Liam wanted nothing more than to strangle the woman before him.

As he watched her pitiful appearance, his heart shattered with her every word.

Leaning against the doorway, he paused, his presence commanding like a king as he looked down on her miserable face.

Slipping his hand into his pocket with a smirk, he began, "Sorry about this. How about I step out and let Bryce have another go? But, can he really stand up to Hugh to save you? He doesn't have the guts; he's nothing but a coward." His words were merciless, cutting deep with sarcasm.

Whitney trembled, the deep timbre of his voice gripping her nerves. Her gaze, desperate and scattered, tried to meet his. When her eyes finally rested on his dark, mature features, she recognized him.

It was really him...

In that moment, her heart ached as if seared by a hot iron.

He was the source of her pain, yet also her savior, time and again.

Could this cruel cycle ever change?

Hiding her bitter smile and the strangeness within, she feigned surprise, "It's you?"

Liam's handsome lips curved, "I see your disappointment."

His cold laughter echoed in his eyes.

Turning away indifferently, "I'll let Hugh continue then."

Whitney's temple throbbed!

The terrifying experience of being almost suffocated by vodka was not something she wished to relive. She glanced at the toilet water and the bodyguard covered in blood.

As Liam moved to step away, driven by a will to survive, she crawled towards him, her body a mess, clutching at his trouser leg.

The expensive fabric of his pants felt cold and hard in her grasp, just like his icy demeanor.

Suddenly, he stopped.

and helpless,

vantage point, she appeared disheveled, soft, and pitiable. Yet, her eyes betrayed her; she had never truly submitted, never truly sought his

me go? Afraid? If you've chosen this path, face the consequences. Should I save you or not? You tell me." Tears welled up

trampling on her pride, playing

was her mention of 'Bryce' that had provoked

She understood.

she gritted her teeth, "Save

turning pale, Liam's dark eyes deepened. She

coldly pulling her up, "How much did they make

"Two bottles..."

was a

her

the faucet, his strong hand pressing her head under

to react, panicked, "I

doing? Stop... Bryce,

words halted abruptly as she realized her repeated

thin, asked calmly, "Who are you calling

stop pouring on me!" Whitney's desperate attempts to escape only fueled his anger. She feared him more than the injured bodyguard. Liam's patience snapped at

her in this

on the

with Bryce,

within him.

of what might

and

confined space, especially

With their

drove him

breaking point.

fiercely, an act of

struggled weakly, her punches soft against

situation spiraled out of control. Her tears, mixed with the scent of

he mentioned the child they had lost, a twisted notion of revenge clouding his