Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 798

The scent was thick, the kind that hinted at seduction and secrets.

After Audrey's tragic end, had Bryce already sought comfort in the arms of a new secretary? It seemed so... convenient, keeping her close by.

Whitney's mind raced with speculation...

Had Bryce been entangled in a clandestine affair, locking his office door to keep their secret hidden? Was the woman now sneaking out of the lounge, having hidden there while Whitney used the restroom? And then, as if on cue, Bryce followed her into the restroom, probably fearing Whitney's discovery of his illicit activities.

The thought struck Whitney like lightning.

It wasn't unheard of - bosses and their secretaries embroiled in affairs. But Bryce? He had always presented himself as the epitome of grace and devotion, claiming his heart belonged to Whitney alone. But then again, how many men truly remain faithful?

If he couldn't, so be it. An open playboy was still better than a deceitful heartbreaker.

But Bryce? He played a dangerous game, juggling an affair while portraying the loving husband to Whitney.

The more she thought about it, the more she saw through his facade. A man of dual natures, his secrets well hidden.

Lost in thought, Whitney barely caught the sound of movement from under the bed, followed by the soft click of high heels making a silent escape.

Had she not been eavesdropping, she would have missed it entirely.

A cold smile played on her lips.

voice softened at the door, "Whitney, I'm heading back to work. Join

well," Whitney feigned flushing

discreetly planted a mini camera into the socket near the bed. Ryder

her handiwork, Whitney left

she pretended to admire a potted plant while Bryce was distracted by a colleague, she quickly placed another

was a

the Sheldon Group, she called Shane, "The cameras are set. Have Ryder keep an eye on them daily. I suspect

my gut feeling today..." Whitney's expression remained

expect to uncover Bryce's secrets so

that afternoon, Ryder reached out, "Ms. Valentine, can we

Explosive indeed.

in a repulsive display on the very couch Whitney had sat

sight of Bryce, stripped of his gentlemanly facade, left

had declared his love at her eighteenth birthday party? His actions now were far from the gentle, refined image he

rush, Ms. Valentine, there's more," Ryder switched the feed

of Whitney's camera, the scene was chaos. Bloodstained garments littered the

barely watch, closing her laptop,

face drained of color, she took a gulp of

had never imagined the man she shared a bed with could harbor

complex expression, "Damn! Even as a guy, this makes me

asked me to investigate him. He knew, didn't he? That's why he played the perfect gentleman, avoiding any suspicion." Whitney was almost certain now. Bryce had been ready for her investigations, never confronting her, allowing her to believe in