Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 47

She was utterly flabbergasted.

Whitney?

Was she not supposed to be in the room?

Why was she just sitting here, cool as a cucumber?

And, more importantly, whose heated moans were echoing from the lounge?

Monica's lips twitched. She watched Whitney glance up at her with an icy smirk, but she could not stop in her tracks, not when Faith was already storming ahead to kick open the lounge door!

Inside, the dim lights barely illuminated the scene – Troy was drunkenly pinning two women on the couch, his shirt flung open, his lips hungrily moving over them.

One of the women seemed reluctant, playfully struggling in a mock protest.

The other, however, was all in, eagerly wrapping her arms around Troy's neck and pressing her lips to his.

"You two sluts! How dare you seduce my brother! Whitney, get out here... Wait, where's Whitney?" Faith's fury exploded as she flipped the women's faces, only to freeze in shock, "Roselyn? Monica, isn't this your bestie, Roselyn? And Stella? Isn't she that hotshot celebrity everyone's talking about? This..."

Faith's face flickered through a myriad of expressions before turning to Monica with a dark, vengeful glare, "Aren't these your cheap friends? Oh, I get it. You were trying to frame Whitney, claiming she was coming onto my brother, but it turns out your two shameless besties are the ones in his bed!"

Faith lashed out, striking fiercely. Stella was quickest to flee, her face the picture of misfortune. She had been called over by Gunner, expecting some sort of affair, only to find herself locked in the moment she entered.

She did not even understand how things had escalated – whether it was a natural disaster or man-made chaos.

"It's not me. I have no interest in Troy. I just happened to be here; I have a boyfriend! Monica, explain for me, please." Stella's complexion was ashen as she looked desperately at Monica, silently pleading.

Meanwhile, Monica was still rooted to the spot near the door, blindsided by the discovery of Roselyn and Stella inside.

It felt like doom was bearing down on her – she planned to get Faith to catch Whitney and Troy in a scandal, to give Whitney a thorough thrashing.

But how had it turned into her best friends being caught?

Now, she seemed at a loss for words.

Whitney...

Yes, that wretch, she must have sabotaged everything with that mocking smile.

Just then, Simon approached, his voice grave, "What's going on here?"

"Simon, you have the nerve to ask!" Faith spun around, pointing an accusing finger at Monica, "Your precious girlfriend was trying to set up Whitney. And somehow, it ended up being these two women. Stella might be innocent, but what about your best friend Roselyn? She's utterly shameless, throwing herself at men and just like Monica!"

Simon's gaze darkened as he turned to Monica, "Is this true? Have you been scheming against Whitney?"

"No, Simon, I would never hurt her," Monica pleaded, her eyes brimming with feigned innocence.

But this time, Simon was not buying her act. Recalling past disputes between Whitney and Monica, he had always sided with Monica, seeing her as fragile and gentle.

However, Faith was the one revealing the truth now, and Simon could not deny what he saw with his own eyes.

Perhaps Monica was not as innocent and weak as he had thought.

He left Monica to deal with the aftermath.

But Faith would not have it. She dragged Roselyn out, stripping her clothes and tossing her into the hallway, shouting, "Let everyone see what a shameless little tramp she is! Did Monica send you here? Simon, what's your game? Thinking you could send your minion to charm my brother and win over the Perlman family inheritance? I'll be telling Grandpa about this! And your mother, Phebe, won't get off scot-free either!"