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

the car, but the consecutive numbers on

power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust

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

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Chapter 27

Whitney’s involved with the Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy with

the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

Whitney know

supposed to be his–all of her

separate cars,

her, “Did

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take

bought some dog meat to stage the

witnessed her supposed madness,

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

distracted by her fake husband and missing

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

to wait as he

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

the car. She knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I

L

in the evening breeze

at her lips, and his fingers

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

“Hmph.”

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

twitched in

feeling sorry for the plate for

headed towards the

“Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?” She

and deep gaze were