Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 777

Ludwik, once the king of his world, found himself cornered by the heiress of a future vice president.

"Or, you could just marry her, Elodie. Imagine climbing up the social ladder by marrying into the vice president's family..."

"Shut up!" Ludwik snapped, visibly annoyed. His hand, large and imposing, descended on her behind as a form of punishment.

The crisp sounds echoed in the cramped bathroom, adding an unintended layer of intimacy.

Whitney's face turned beet red with anger. "Ludwik, you dare hit me?"

"It's a love tap! You should watch your words. Mocking me is one thing, but you know you're all I care about. Even if Elodie threatens to ruin the Lippert family, I couldn't care less."

With that, Ludwik buried his face in her neck, whispering hoarsely, "Whitney, you know, after everything we've been through, the ups and downs, the love and hate, I've realized something. Power, position, wealth... none of that matters. You're the only treasure I want to keep. Without you, my heart is empty. Even as I tried to rebuild the Lippert family, I felt like a walking corpse."

Whitney was speechless, overwhelmed by the damp warmth of his breath, making her entire body tingle. "Too bad it's too late, Ludwik. You've already lost me."

"It's not too late," he said, his voice sultry and persuasive as he nuzzled her shoulder. "If you truly didn't care about me, you wouldn't have come in. I've taken something, and by entering, you've walked straight into my trap."

Annoyed, Whitney poked his chest. "Shane pushed me in when I wasn't looking."

in his voice. "You're

says I'm..." Whitney stopped mid-sentence as she

his muscles taut as if on the verge

began to panic, instinctively trying to pull

wrapped around hers, looked at her with eyes burning with need. "Whitney, please.

break free. Yet, she realized

severity of his condition, Whitney's heart softened. Without any means to alleviate his suffering,

in agony, pleaded, "Whitney, I'm in so

she had never encountered such a situation. "I don't have the tools to bleed you. Maybe we

wounded. "If I'm exposed in this state, how could I face

his dilemma. His pride was

do?" he pressed, his desperation growing by

she might have to

said, trying to compose

the bathroom, even with the TV blasting and rock music playing, the undeniable sounds of intimacy

embarrassed to her core, wished she could disappear into the

joked, "Ms. Turner, leaving me here with all this going on

avoiding his gaze, insisted on escaping the uncomfortable situation. "I've never even had a boyfriend.