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

eyes darting to the bed where only

She'd clearly been listening to

eyes were red and glistening, cold

She heard it all.

She wasn't stupid.

up, voice trembling with anger. "So you

awkwardly pulling the blanket up for Sandy- feeling guilty for the part she'd played. Even without saying a word, it was obvious Sandy hadn't had

let out a

being held back by security. She turned her fury on Whitney. "So you

would you set me up like

wanted this-you wanted everyone to find out

as she clung to Whitney. "You can't let those reporters leave with

at how small