Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 614

Ludwik brushed his thumb gently against the soft lobe of her ear, whispering with a low chuckle, "We've made our vows before a preacher, Whitney. The night is young and fleeting. If you keep this up, when will I ever get to carry you over the threshold?" Whitney trembled with indignant fury.

What?

How dare this madman suggest such a thing?

The blood in Whitney's veins boiled with anger, and she sprung up, glaring at him with shock and outrage, "If you lay a finger on me, it'll be over for both of us!

I belong to Bryce, legally and emotionally. I'm his!"

"Do you even know what he did to you?" Ludwik's anger surged, his veins throbbing, "Stop mentioning that man's name, Whitney. He doesn't deserve it.

Do you really think marrying him was your choice?

Not a scheme manipulated from behind the scenes?

He's far more despicable than you could imagine."

"You tell me not to mention him, but I will. Bryce is my lawful husband.

No matter what you say or how much you slander him, I've made my choice.

I love him, and I chose to marry him!

I'd rather die than be with you in some farcical remarriage."

Her defiance infuriated him.

Ludwik grabbed her, setting her on the table as he moved in like a predator, "You said Florence threatened your marriage using Sammy.

I looked into it. It was Bryce who put Florence up to it. Did you know?!"

What?

Whitney was stunned.

How could Bryce and Florence be in contact? They didn't even

the man before

he wouldn't stoop to, let alone slander Bryce

was to make her misunderstand Bryce, to accept him

But that was impossible.

how you try to tarnish Bryce's name, I will never believe you. Ludwik, when have your words ever held any truth? You've claimed time and again you'd save Sammy, yet in the end,

it a

choked by

Florence.

to return a healthy Sammy to her. Hence, he tread carefully, afraid to make a

in the end, Sammy was still

was a deep, agonizing regret for

once you carry another child for me, I'll let you see Sammy. By

the mention of the children, began

the time her

she went pale, backing away from the dining table in

ill,

swn!.

you touch me, if you tarnish my marriage with Bryce, it'll be the end

smiled wickedly, a dark abyss in his eyes where no light

he drew her

table, his hands firmly on her slender legs and waist,

prepared to die?

know you can't get past this in your

else can I make you mine, body and

Pregnancy.

my child again, compensating for the lost one, you'll resign yourself to

I want you, and nothing

my love for

it too late, I had

left everything behind, just for you. Can't you give me

you don't, we'll find happiness. Drink this bottle of wine, it'll ease