Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 615

In a darkened room filled with the ambiguous fragrance of scented candles, the sheets whispered secrets as bodies tangled, spilling a chaos of strawberries and whipped cream in their wake.

Whitney, her energy sapped by too much bourbon, couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

But her spirit remained unyielding, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring at the moonlight outside the window, tears streaking her face.

"Please, Ludwik, I can't do this to Bryce..." Her hands were captive in his.

His gentleness was as fleeting as his patience was thin.

Those dark eyes, wild and relentless, ensnared her completely.

Whitney sobbed, "You've branded me, and I'll hate you for all my days, never forgiving..."

He pulled off his tie, no longer wanting to see her face twisted in remorse, softly blindfolding her.

His heart ached, so he masked it with a smile, insisting, "Then hate me. At least you'll never forget me, not in this lifetime or the next."

"Whitney..."

"Darling...I'm sorry, I love you too much.

I can't lose you."

His words, hot and desperate, echoed in her ear, surrounding her with pain.

All night long, his whispers, his sighs, his frenzy, shifted her gaze from resistance to resignation, slowly sinking into despair. Bourbon betrayed her resolve, leaving her with nothing but endless resentment.

Towards herself, towards him!

Only when she finally succumbed to exhaustion did he relax his embrace, changing the bed linen, carefully tending to her before tucking her back into the warm covers.

Ludwik rose as the moon traveled westward.

The pale moonlight caressed his sculpted back, etched with startling scratches.

He admired his reflection, then glanced at her flushed face, a deep smirk playing on his lips.

He kissed her forehead, smoked a couple of cigarettes.

Ludwik moved across the room, extracting a complete video from the camera mounted above their bed.

His gaze turned icy as he clipped a particularly intimate segment, sending it to Bryce.

No man could tolerate such a humiliation on his wedding night, his wife in the arms of another.

He felt no guilt.

Bryce, this was your doing, your underhandedness provoked this!

Once you see this video, I don't believe, you can pretend nothing happened and keep Whitney.

You used dirty tricks to win Whitney, I used mine to take her back.

No one can take her from me!

-

Dawn was breaking, nearly 5 a.m.

In a suite at the Banyan City Hotel.

Bryce had spent the night awake, his eyes bloodshot, standing on the balcony, a night's worth of cold winds chilling his bones, cigarette butts piling up beside him.

Behind him, the wedding room was draped in red, an atmosphere of warmth despite the grandeur.

The bed was adorned with symbols of fertility, red dates, and peanuts scattered across it.

Bryce turned, staring blankly at the decor he had painstakingly placed, believing tonight, Whitney would fully become his wife.

It was supposed to be their wedding night, yet Ludwik had taken her.

Where could she be?