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.

unmistakable roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized

one–of–a–kind, limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and Monica

power, something even

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

Ms. Valentine, not 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 gracefully got into the

leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license

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Chapter 27

family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy with a fake

feigning

could Whitney know a man with such a

him. Whitney was supposed to be

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she

contacted her, “Did I do well,

to drug Monica and take

had bought some dog meat to stage the

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a

she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert show up?”

Whitney replied, distracted by her fake husband

there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature

nodded for her to wait as he

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of

mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me

L raised an

in the evening breeze like an ethereal

glanced at her lips, and his fingers loosened his

I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping closer to him

“Hmph.”

really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops

twitched in

sorry for the

they headed towards the

attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you

deep