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

overwhelmed by the audacious tone. Just who

was crisp with a hint

lap, the temperature inside

say a word, and the oppressive silence was heavy

disheveled clothes, Whitney

my lap? Were your ex–fiancé’s legs more comfortable?

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Chapter 21

was biting

had hit, Whitney muttered in embarrassment, “Mr. L, there’s no need for

mood was clearly foul as he eyed her pale face with

seat in front, signaling the driver to

his

her closer, his gaze falling to the torn fabric of her blouse. As

skin, and Whitney,

low, mocking chuckle came from above. “What do you think I’m doing? Should I finish here what you started with

humiliation. “Please don’t speak so

mother, telling her you were going out with your BFF, right?”

further. “I didn’t want to worry anyone with this. I can explain. I needed a phone book, and indeed, if you hadn’t

expected Simon to do something so sick to a pregnant

make myself clear?

and, after a moment’s 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 of

fell for

could feel

whispering, “Madam, Mr. L was working late… He rushed back to pick you up from the airport,

Whitney blinked in surprise.

voice was

The assistant fell silent.

the sound of Mr. L’s chilling

Then keep your

off his lap, squeezing herself as

chest grew stiffer. After a second, he

face vanished, and she stopped shivering as he turned on the heat. She kept

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