Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

A sudden chill swept through the private room, sending a shiver down Whitney’s spine.

Simon shot up from his seat just as Whitney turned her head to see a tall figure clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, his mask hiding a stern jawline beneath. Those deep, piercing eyes aimed a chilling gaze straight at

her.

Why was L here?

Whitney tried to compose herself in disarray as her cheeks flushed a bashful pink.

Without a hint of tenderness, his icy grip hoisted her up. He had appeared next to the couch without notice, his frosty stare alone enough to send Whitney’s heart racing with fear.

Biting her lip, she immediately positioned herself behind him.

He turned, his gaze sweeping over Simon, who had his arms wrapped around Whitney’s waist.

Simon faltered, taken aback. This man was supposed to be a thug, but the aura around him was so intimidating that Simon’s arms fell away without conscious thought.

Coming back to his senses, Simon’s anger flared. “You again, you thug!”

But before he could throw a punch, he was met with a fierce blow that sent him sprawling to the ground.

“Hiss.” Eyes blazing, Simon scrambled back to his feet. Just then, two other young men entered from outside. Simon’s demeanor shifted on spotting Nolan Fuller and Parker Doonan. Nolan was from one of the four families, while Parker, not quite from that elite circle, was even more notorious. His family, the Doonan family, was one of the rulers of the underground world.

Parker was the youngest head of the Doonan family.

Now, the Fuller family’s young lord and the Doonan family’s head were flanking the masked man, like his right and left arms.

Simon’s expression soured. Maybe this guy was not just some thug after all. But who was he?

Whitney was abruptly swept up in the man’s arms as he strode out of the room.

“Stop!” Simon bellowed, his pride wounded. “What right do you have to take her? You’re nobody to her!”

The man’s eyes narrowed, a sneer spreading as he glanced down at the woman in his arms. “Didn’t you tell her who you belong to?”

Whitney hung her head as if she had done something wrong.

“Who the hell are you?” Simon roared, still not ready to back down.

sneer. “Just a man who doesn’t give a damn about you. Simon, you touch her again, and your whole Perlman family will

stiffened, overwhelmed by the audacious tone.

was crisp with a hint

temperature inside as chilling as the embrace of the man

say a word, and

awkward in her disheveled clothes, Whitney wanted to

could, his hand came down sharply and slapped her butt. “Eager to get off my lap? Were

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Chapter 21

cruelty was biting

her hand covering the spot he had hit, Whitney muttered in embarrassment, “Mr. L, there’s no need for sarcasm…

her pale face with mockery.

signaling the driver

woman in his arms

his gaze falling to the torn fabric of her blouse. As he reached

rough fingers touched her delicate skin, and Whitney, already rattled by the night’s near–disaster,

from above. “What do you think I’m doing? Should I finish here what you

humiliation. “Please

You lied to my mother, telling her you were going out

can explain. I needed a phone book, and indeed, if you hadn’t arrived in time,

would she have expected Simon to do something so sick

“Didn’t I make myself clear? Have

calm reflection, stated, “Thank you for your kindness, Mr. L, but let’s be clear. Ours is a contract marriage. We should maintain our distance. I don’t want to bother you with my issues, and I’ll stay out

for a few

feel

front seat shivered and could not help but look back, whispering, “Madam, Mr. L was working late… He rushed back to pick you up from the

Whitney blinked in surprise.

voice was

The assistant fell silent.

head to the sound

distance? Then keep your

and quickly crawled off his lap, squeezing herself as

the woman trying to distance herself, the man’s chest grew stiffer. After a second, he

and she stopped shivering as

anger was palpable, yet his observation was meticulous. He a man was