Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 30

The message from Simon read, [I know you wouldn’t come out willingly, so I’ve got leverage. Whitney, I have your grandfather’s old phone book, the one he had before he passed away. Haven’t you been trying to dig into that accident for years now? Are you sure you don’t want it?]

Simon knew her too well, and he had found her Achilles‘ heel.

Her mom and grandfather had perished in a horrific accident, or so the story went, according to Preston.

She was too young at the time, and she was studying abroad. Upon her return, she was bluntly informed of their sudden deaths. After they were gone, it was as if a giant hand had wiped away all traces of their existence.

Whitney had never questioned it before. She just wanted to know what really caused the accident. Back when she and Simon were an item, she had asked him to track down her grandfather’s assistant and any leads. The phone book was probably what he had found.

But after being double–crossed by the Valentine family, she started suspecting their involvement in her mother’s and grandfather’s deaths.

On the day of the funeral, she had searched the Valentine Mansion to no avail; Preston had cleared out all of her mother’s and grandfather’s belongings.

The phone book could reveal who her grandfather had been in contact with. If she could get her hands on it, it would be her only lead.

Whitney decided to call him back.

Simon’s voice was smug with triumph. “So, Whitney, what have you decided?”

“Where’s the phone book?”

“Come meet me. Agree to my terms, and I’ll hand it over.”

Whitney’s eyes narrowed. With a sly edge to her voice, she spoke, “How do I know the phone book is real? Show me a video of it now, and then we’ll talk.”

Simon agreed, and about two minutes later, he sent her a video.

Whitney squinted at the footage. Aside from the yellowed pages of the phone book, she recognized the background–the furniture, the layout–it was his bachelor apartment.

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Armed with the information she needed, Whitney did not hang up in a hurry.

had a hint of pleasure as he said, “Meet me tomorrow night at Crystaline

Whitney agreed. “Fine.”

me up!” Simon

Whitney immediately contacted Tiana. “Tiana, do we have enough time? Did you get his

she had coordinated with Tiana before the

the call from

shot in real–time and

smirked. “So, what’s

The following evening.

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Natalie, saying she would be

message from L, [What are

He had told her to call him if anything came

expression, Whitney left for

to draw Simon out

private booth, Simon stood tall before Whitney, gazing at her

in and

whiff of alcohol on

once been the object of many a young man’s affections in Banyan City, exuding a noble elegance without a hint of vulgarity. At times, her demeanor was as playful and

man would want to let her

Simon’s gaze was deep and fervent. Whitney pressed

I care? You, your body… It was

clenched her fists, a chill settling in her heart. Her lips curled into a sneer. “In your heart, I can die, but I can’t carry another man’s child? Is your pride hurt? Are you here because you can’t

business, and after Monica wrapped you around her finger with her seductions, you dropped

Simon’s facade in shambles, his pretenses ripped away. He seized her shoulders.

ever escape Monica’s seductions?” Whitney taunted him

nothing but a fallen woman. If so many men can have

a moment to regain her composure, staring at

cold fear. “What do

that lowlife. Come to me. I hate seeing you trade your body for leverage. You were always mine.” His drunken gaze locked

laugh was cold. “So you can’t stand to see me with someone else, and

it. I don’t want the phone book anymore. I’m not going to

of naturally reaching