Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1178

Ludwik shot him a glare, icy and sharp, beads of sweat prickling at his brow. "I know I screwed up. But if you run your mouth again, I'll cut your damn tongue out."

Parker snorted, rolling his eyes. “Easy, man. Look, I'm just saying-it's like they say, 'Better burn down three churches than mess with a marriage.' I'm just surprised. Whitney suddenly inherited a fat trust fund, the Sheldon family backing her, and now Parisa too... I'd be sweating if I were you."

"I'm not," Ludwik replied, his voice flat. "Whatever money Whitney has, it's nothing to do with me. I don't rely on it, I don't care about it. I just want her-simple as that."

Ludwik's background was no fairy tale. Everything he had, he'd clawed out for himself.

That iron will of his

untouchable, unbreakable—wasn't just a front. Money meant

nothing to him these days.

Parker knew that. Ludwik wasn't like Bryce, who only ever schemed to get ahead.

"we finally tracked down Bryce. He's holed up in Germinia. Once you're back on your feet, we'll drag him out. The guy's a cripple

he'd died back in Harmonia. He tried to take

Ludwik said coldly. "That's Bryce for you. I won't let him off easy. Once he's gone, Parisa's troubles

Justice Department-sounds like Florence is getting life without parole. Whitney can finally have

chill flickered in Ludwik's gaze. His voice was calm, almost dead. "Let's get her out of the picture before then. No point keeping her around to upset Whitney. She's just in the

the verdict, I'll make sure someone takes care of it. Discreetly, so it doesn't blow back

"Good."

every inhale scraping at his insides. He'd forced himself to stay strong in

eyes, his usually striking face almost

You're on your last legs. I'm calling

thanks for sticking by me these

"Jesus, Ludwik, don't get all sentimental on me. That's not like

Ludwik's lips. "Cut the crap. Go get

know you're missing Tiana. Go call her-make

it."