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

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers

something even

Whose car was this?

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

her as 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

leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to

involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert

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Chapter 27

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

to the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced our

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know

resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have

separate cars, he ahead and she following

“Did I

to drug Monica

bought some dog meat to stage

witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

are always 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 good

fake husband and missing her nemesis’s handsome

alighted from the car. L, already there,

to wait as

smoke cleared, he approached her with

to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me

again?” L

the evening breeze like

her lips, and his fingers

I wouldn’t have my

“Hmph.”

her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not

twitched in

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken

they headed towards

you come back from a

pause and deep gaze