Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 611

Before Whitney knew it, a pristine and elegant wedding dress was being presented to her.

Ludwik gently helped her into it, his eyes lighting up in satisfaction as the dress hugged her slender, graceful frame.

It was just the two of them in the room, enveloped in a serene quietude.

The man rose, his towering figure moving towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside, an endless expanse of azure sea stretched out before them, the sun casting a glittering sheen on the sandy beach, while the breeze rustled the palm leaves, all kept at bay behind the glass.

It felt like a hidden paradise, its tranquility soothing his restless spirit. He turned, looking at her with a quiet, stirring intensity, as if she was his cherished wife, and nothing could disrupt their bliss.

"Whitney, when you open your eyes, you'll be mine.

My only wife, my only love…"

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With a groan, Whitney's eyes snapped open, a sharp pain in her neck propelling her to sit up.

Gazing around at the unfamiliar room, adorned in American-style decor, confusion washed over her.

Her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the wedding dress, and looking down, her complexion turned even more pale.

She remembered wearing a toast dress!

Yet now, she was in a wedding gown she'd never seen before, its mermaid silhouette shimmering with tiny diamonds, making her feel like a sunlit mermaid with every move, the dress clinging tightly to her curves.

How did she end up here?

How had she changed into this, even her clothes were different.

She vividly remembered, after marrying Bryce, Ludwik had crashed the wedding, and after a violent brawl, she had tried to use death as her threat, but he had knocked the knife from her hand, and it seemed he had knocked her out too!

He said he was taking her to see Sammy…

Her mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts.

Her gaze sharpened as she noticed the darkening sky outside, panic setting in, she moved to get out of bed—

Just then, footsteps approached, and entering her line of sight were Ludwik's familiar, impossibly straight legs.

Dressed in sleek black trousers and a perfectly tailored shirt, now blood-free and paired with a black vest, Ludwik exuded an air of elegance and nobility, his Windsor-knotted tie a testament to his gentlemanly aura. His presence was dazzling, ethereal almost.

Whitney was taken aback by his appearance, realizing this was no ordinary situation.

"Where are we? Where's Sammy?" Whitney sprang up, her voice laced with urgency.

Ludwik, with his long, graceful fingers, took a crystal goblet from a butler's hand.

He placed it gently on the European-style nightstand beside her with tenderness in his eyes.

Smash—!

Without hesitation, Whitney knocked the goblet away, her eyes blazing with fury as she struggled to get off the bed.

Panic rendered her thoughts scattered, her mind racing to Bryce, to the disastrous wedding, tears falling freely.

"You lunatic… Ludwik, you maniac!

Where have you taken me?

Where's Sammy?