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.

said, “Meet me tomorrow night at Crystaline Bar’s

Whitney agreed. “Fine.”

me up!” Simon sounded

“Tiana, do we have enough time?

Tiana before the call, asking her to

the call from his bachelor apartment!”

shot in real–time and the phone book was

“So, what’s

The following evening.

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saying she would be back

buzzed with a Facebook message from L, [What are you up to? Dare ignore my

to call him if anything came up. She furrowed her brows,

Whitney

Simon out to

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

and sit

door, catching a whiff of alcohol on

a striking face and delicate features. She had once been the object of many a young man’s affections in Banyan City, exuding a noble elegance without

man would

thug’s?” Maybe it was the dim light, but Simon’s gaze was deep and fervent. Whitney

care? You, your body… It was all

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

wrapped you around her finger with her seductions, you dropped me without a second thought. The Valentine family

seized her shoulders. “It wasn’t like that. I still

ever escape Monica’s seductions?”

judge me? You’re nothing but a fallen woman. If so many men

Whitney to the core. It took her a moment to regain her composure, staring

a cold fear. “What do you want,

hate seeing you trade your body for leverage. You

with someone else, and now you want me as your secret lover? You’re despicable, Simon, and drunk to

it. I don’t want

made a show of naturally reaching for the