Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 611

Chapter 611

Before Whitney knew it, a pristine and elegant wedding dress was being presented to her.

Ludwik gently helped her into it, his eyes lighting up in satisfaction as the dress hugged her slender, graceful frame.

It was just the two of them in the room, enveloped in a serene quietude.

The man rose, his towering figure moving towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside, an endless expanse of azure sea stretched out before them, the sun casting a glittering sheen on the sandy beach, while the breeze rustled the palm leaves, all kept at bay behind the glass.

It felt like a hidden paradise, its tranquility soothing his restless spirit. He turned, looking at her with a quiet, stirring intensity, as if she was his cherished wife, and nothing could disrupt their bliss. "Whitney, when you open your eyes, you'll be mine.

My only wife, my only love..."

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With a groan, Whitney's eyes snapped open, a sharp pain in her neck propelling her to sit up.

Gazing around at the unfamiliar room, adorned in American-style decor, confusion washed over her.

Her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the wedding dress, and looking down, her complexion turned even more pale.

She remembered wearing a toast dress!

Yet now, she was in a wedding gown she'd never seen before, its mermaid silhouette shimmering with tiny diamonds, making her feel like a sunlit mermaid with every move, the dress clinging tightly to her curves. How did she end up here?

How had she changed into this, even her clothes were different.

She vividly remembered, after marrying Bryce, Ludwik had crashed the wedding, and after a violent brawl, she had tried to use death as her threat, but he had knocked the knife from her hand, and it seemed he had knocked her out too! He said he was taking her to see Sammy...

was a

outside, panic

approached, and entering her line of

perfectly tailored shirt, now blood-free and paired with a black vest, Ludwik exuded an air of elegance and nobility, his Windsor-knotted tie a testament to his gentlemanly aura. His presence was dazzling, ethereal almost. Whitney was taken aback by his

sprang up,

long, graceful fingers, took

placed it gently on the European-style nightstand beside her with tenderness

Smash-!

knocked the goblet away, her eyes blazing with fury as she struggled to get off

to Bryce, to the

lunatic... Ludwik, you

have you

Where's Sammy?

you say you'd let me see him? Have you kidnapped me for some reason other than to meet him?" She looked around helplessly; Sammy was nowhere

Was he deceiving her?

Where was this place?

She needed to understand.

Whitney wiped her

causing a

upon waking; knowing her temperament, she'd be like a cat with its

gaze remained indulgent

he firmly grasped her, his voice still gentle, "Running around like

just call

term, and upon meeting his dark, intense eyes, felt a chill run down her

seemed oblivious to her protests, his eyes soft but sending shivers

them, and don't call

his grasp, kicking the shoes away

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