Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Whitney raised an eyebrow and looked at Monica with amusement as if she were watching a court jester perform.

Standing beside her, L. towered with an impeccable posture, blatantly ignoring Monica as if she were beneath

his notice.

‘Let’s get going,” he said, turning with an air of distinction.

Whitney followed him, delicate and soft, which only made him seem more imposing.

Simon watched from behind, his eyes simmering with an intense, fiery anger,

“Whitney!” He barked, halting her in her tracks.

Monica’s face soured instantly.

Whitney paused, and L. glanced at her. “I need to take a call. The driver will pick you up. Can you handle that?”

She nodded with a faint smile.

With a cool glance back, Whitney watched Simon approach, eyeing L as he walked away to take his call. “Who the hell is that guy?” Simon demanded.

“None of your damn business.”

“How can you associate with riffraff? Whitney, have you sunk so low?”

“At least I’m not scavenging for coins in the gutter.”

Her words stung Monica and Simon, and onlookers struggled to suppress their laughter.

Monica’s face turned icy while Simon’s expression grew colder. He grabbed Whitney’s hand and sneered, “Riffraff without a car, right? He’s probably riding a motorcycle. I’ll take you home!”

The sound of his car keys jingled, and the headlights of a Lamborghini flashed.

Monica feigned concern as she approached. “Oh dear sister, you must have walked here, right? You should be careful, especially being pregnant, even if the father’s identity is a mystery. Let Simon and me take you home. What if something happens to you on that motorcycle?”

The elite ladies nearby cast disdainful glances at Whitney. As beautiful as she was, it baffled them why she would be with a thug.

Whitney remained silent.

an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers

the consecutive numbers on the license plate

symbolized power, something even the

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms.

as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and

cloud of exhaust for

socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto

to the core but feigning sorrow,

Whitney know

resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of

in separate cars, he

her, “Did I do

Tiana to drug Monica and take her to the

bought some dog meat to stage the

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making

jumping around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any

distracted by her fake husband and missing

the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood

wait as he finished his

her with the grace of

getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank you for your

again?” L raised

the

and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping

“Hmph.”

the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like

mouth twitched in

for the plate for being mistaken

they headed towards the

“Did you come back from a

pause and deep gaze were