Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 640

Could anyone truly challenge him now, with the power and influence he wielded at his fingertips?

Whitney shook off the distracting thoughts, annoyed at herself for zoning out. She snapped back to reality, hoping to explore further for any signs of an escape route.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the distance, making Whitney think a hurricane was approaching.

But as she emerged from the palm trees, she realized it was a helicopter slicing through the sky.

...Could it be Ludwik returning so soon?

Bryce strode out of the helicopter on the sandy beach, followed by a group of people rushing out of the cabin.

Dressed in an elegant navy blue suit, his dark hair slightly tousled by the wind, his gentle eyes landed on Whitney with a flash of cold hardness, followed by a wave of complex emotions, and finally, sheer joy. "Whitney... I'm here! After a whole month, I've finally found you."

Bryce rushed towards Whitney.

Frozen in place, Whitney was taken aback to see Bryce.

When Ludwik had taken her, she'd fantasized about Bryce coming to her rescue, but since the night she and Ludwik... she'd lost all hope.

Yet, here was Bryce, in flesh and blood.

Staring blankly, her eyes red, "Bryce..."

But before Bryce could reach her, the island's butler and servants hurried over, blocking Whitney, shouting, "Who are you, daring to trespass here? This is our madam, and nobody is taking her away!" "Madam?" Bryce's eyes darkened, as if pierced by a spike.

His thin lips curled into a cold sneer, "Whitney is my lawful wife. You'd better let her go. A laughable madam?

Let me tell you, your boss has been arrested."

The butler froze. Mr. Lippert arrested?

Before he could recover, Bryce's bodyguards quickly subdued the unarmed maids.

how worried I've been, how much I've

to embrace her tightly, his trembling fingers gently touching her

torture for him, living in humiliation as if being flayed alive, numbing himself

And her?

before their wedding, her skin soft and supple, her cheeks slightly fuller. Ludwik must have taken good care of her... fed her well, made sure she was

agony, she was hiding on this island, living a

face, he wanted to ask her, Whitney, how

never voiced these

fists, pulling her closer to express his

his tense embrace,

was relieved yet overwhelmed

Bryce's arms, she stiffened,

so close, she

voice choked, her face a mix of embarrassment and agony, "I'm

we can talk about everything else later." Bryce's voice softened, yet filled

as she instinctively asked, "How did you find me? Bryce, you mentioned Ludwik is going to

as he stared at her, "You're asking about Ludwik? Are you worried about him?" "I

was startled by his icy gaze, a look

So cold.

scare you?" Bryce realized his slip, immediately embracing her

to be like

too hard. I've been living a nightmare, blaming myself for being useless, which led to Ludwik taking you I'm scared that spending every day with him, you might rekindle

word, her guilt unbearable as she struggled to

encounters with Ludwik made her

felt utterly unworthy of facing Bryce, especially after their wedding night,

her head drooping, even attempting to pull away from Bryce, fearing

place as soon as possible. Your uncle and

ushered her towards

in a daze, struggling to breathe,

at the vast ocean below, the island shrinking to a speck in the

leaving that place

late, as if she could