Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 46

Stella felt Whitney's reaction was incredibly swift. She chuckled and said, "Well, Monica's been quite the matchmaker for me, unlike you. She's much more generous!"

Whitney paused, her mind quickly piecing things together. A month ago, Monica had already begun courting Stella's favor, helping her hook up with Gunner. Tiana's future heartbreak would just be icing on the cake of Whitney's misfortunes.

"Did Monica invite you and Gunner here tonight?" Whitney suddenly asked.

"Yep, but don't you go thinking you can take me down, Whitney. I'm Monica's new BFF. Gunner values my connection with her, so he wants to marry me. Tiana? She's just dull and childish. Gunner doesn't care for her one bit. Oh, but it seems like you'll have to keep this secret until you watch your dear friend get dumped!" Stella strutted off, smug with triumph.

Whitney stood there, feeling like she was suffocating at the thought of Tiana.

"Sis, why the long face? Who did you see?" Monica approached with a teasing smile.

Whitney looked up, realizing Monica had watched the drama unfold for a while.

By setting up Gunner and Stella here, Monica intended Whitney to catch them in the act, pouring salt on her wounds.

Whitney had only wanted to confront Stella, but Monica's scheming against her friend was intolerable.

Clutching her hands, Whitney scoffed and suddenly asked, "Didn't you invite me to your victory bash?"

"Of course, Sis! Let me show you the lavish feast Simon has thrown in my honor!" Monica boasted, pulling Whitney into the dance floor.

Stopping in front of a luxurious private suite, Monica pointed inside. "Sis, take a seat. I'll go get Simon and the others."

Whitney eyed her, her lips curling into a knowing smile, and obediently entered the room.

Roselyn approached as soon as Monica left, her ill-fitting gown begging for mercy. "Monica, can I borrow one of your latest Chanel-inspired dresses? This one just isn't working, and with all the hotshots here tonight, I want to dazzle."

Monica gave her a cold glance. "Dazzle more than me?"

Roselyn's face froze in embarrassment, quickly appeasing, "I didn't mean it like that, Monica. I could never outshine you."

"Good, you know your place. Now, keep your gold-digging antics under wraps. If you really want to snag someone, you'd do better not wearing anything at all," Monica sneered.

Roselyn's face flushed with shame, but she dared not retort.

Then she spotted Whitney inside the private suite, her embarrassment intensifying under Whitney's indifferent gaze.

Monica, before leaving, had a mischievous smile that Whitney did not miss.

Sitting quietly, Whitney anticipated Monica's next move.

Monica pulled Roselyn aside with a devilish grin, instructing, "Get Troy to Whitney's room. Now."

"Why, Monica?"

"Just do it, Roselyn. Stop asking questions."

Roselyn nodded begrudgingly and fetched Troy.

Seeing Roselyn had left, Monica immediately turned around and went to look for Faith.

Although she and Faith had a mutual hatred for each other, she needed Faith today.

She planned to pull Faith into the room Whitney was in. The thought of seeing how Faith would make things difficult for Whitney once she saw what was happening in the room, Monica could not hold back her laughter.

She knew very well that Whitney’s doom was only a week away, yet she could not hold back from wanting to humiliate her as much as she could tonight.

After all, she still resented Whitney for embarrassing her at the Royal One Club last night. What infuriated her even more was that when she went home and cried about it to Simon, he not only did not immediately intend to settle scores with Whitney like he used to, but he even seemed concerned about Whitney.

It was at that moment that Monica realized things had not gone astray.