Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 811

Whitney kicked at Bryce, whose eyes blazed with fury. In a violent gesture, he ripped open her blouse and slapped her hard across the face. "Hand over the video, Whitney. I wouldn't mind having a few of my guys join in the fun."

"What?" Whitney stared back in disbelief.

She knew Bryce was twisted, but she hadn't expected him to be this vile.

"How exciting would it be to have it all on tape? You're damaged goods anyway," Bryce sneered, his hand sliding from her face to her chin.

Whitney felt as though she'd been touched by a venomous snake, her skin crawling with revulsion.

But her anger reached a boiling point. She wouldn't be intimidated. With a cold laugh and a defiant glare, she said, "In your dreams. Even if it kills me, I won't give you the satisfaction.

I'll make sure the world sees your true face, you sick freak.

Go ahead, call your goons. Do you think I'm afraid of dying? Worst case, I'll end it myself. But this place will become a crime scene, and I'll drag you to hell with me. Your precious empire will crumble, Bryce, and you'll be ruined!" "You're asking for it, Whitney," Bryce snapped, losing his composure and punching her hard in the head.

Whitney took the blow head-on, coughing up blood. "Go on then! Make this house a crime scene. Let's see you try to get away with it!"

Bryce paused, his gaze darkening as he stared at her bruised and bleeding face. She was struggling to breathe, her whole body shaking slightly as if fighting off something within.

Suddenly, his lips twisted into a smirk, and he caressed her chin gently. "You're so resistant, Whitney. I know you're skilled in natural remedies, trying to fight it off. But don't worry, I won't beat you to death. You'll come crawling to me eventually. Let's see how you handle a stronger dose!"

as she, barely conscious, could only watch in horror as he poured a

was and the

the room as her body

I'll make sure you beg for it, you wretch!" Bryce taunted, tearing open her blouse further, reveling in her helpless

the edge of the bed, craving the

door was

his long legs kicking the door

Bryce's face soured at

on Whitney, bound and disheveled on the bed, her cheeks flushed with fever, her swollen jaw, her dark hair matted with

moment, Ludwik felt a chilling rage. "Bryce, you dared

he charged

by his own status, he scoffed, "What can you do alone, Ludwik? Think

legally my wife. You can't take her

several bodyguards into the room, hiding behind them as he watched Ludwik with a smug

said I came alone?" Ludwik

ached. He lunged at Bryce,

in, "Bryce, you scum, I've come back to

lost his composure, as if seeing a ghost. "Tiana,

I'm not dead?" Tiana rushed to Whitney, helping her sit up. "Whitney, look at me,

grasped Tiana's clothes,