Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

But Shane knew all too well he'd acted recklessly. His usually handsome face now looked stormy, a mix of frustration and guilt clouding his features. "Whitney, when did you get here? And what's the deal with all these reporters?"

His sharp eyes narrowed at her.

Whitney shot him a glare, clearly annoyed. "Are you even awake yet? Seriously, you think I called the paparazzi? They're here because my grandma set all this up. She wanted to catch you in the act with Sienna, get it all over the tabloids, and force you into marrying her!"

Shane froze, a chill flashing in his eyes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to piece together last night's chaos. “Sienna? I vaguely remember seeing her at my place. She said she was there to take care of me, brought Tina along too.

I told her to leave, tried to get her out, but she didn't even get mad.

Then she gave me some 'hangover soup' or whatever, and after that, I just crashed on the bed. Couldn't get up..."

"Hangover soup? Are you kidding me?" Whitney scoffed, rolling her eyes. "That was no soup-it was something she drugged! Sienna set you up, Shane. She wanted to make sure you two ended up in bed together, and Grandma was backing her. Then they brought in a bunch of reporters in the middle of the night to trap you, leave you no way out."

“So that's what was going on. Damn it!" Shane cursed, finally getting the whole picture. He'd almost walked right into their trap last night.

it was Sandy who ended up staying

turned, eyes darting to the bed where only half

the covers. She'd clearly been listening

red and glistening, cold as ice as she glared

She heard it all.

She wasn't stupid.

anger. "So you knew all

the blanket up for Sandy- feeling guilty for the part she'd played. Even without saying a word, it

out a

play nice with me now!" Sandy spat, shoving her hand away and pointing at the reportersz being held back by security. She turned her fury on

ruined my life, Whitney! Why would you set me up like

everyone to find out about me and

to Whitney. "You can't let those reporters leave with this story. Make them bury it. I don't want a single word about me

heart ached at how small and