Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1118

Parisa's eyes widened, her gaze cold enough to freeze the room. She stared at the girl in front of her, a wave of disappointment washing over her. How had she not seen it before? Beneath that seemingly innocent exterior lay a heart twisted by greed.

It was that phony DNA test that had blinded her all along.

Parisa let out a brittle laugh, finding the situation almost comical. "So, it turns out the most greedy one here isn't Bryce, but you. You planned to claim all my wealth by posing as my daughter. You call yourself Florence, right?

And the last name is Sheldon... which means you’re actually that infamous Whitney, the eldest daughter of the Sheldon family. If all those accusations are true, you’ve been the one making my real daughter’s life miserable. You and your mother have made her existence in the Sheldon family unbearable, haven’t you?

In the end, you impersonated her, shifted all the blame onto her, and lured me back home to turn against my own flesh and blood.

If I hadn't figured out your little scheme, I would have blindly followed your plan and destroyed my real daughter!"

"Well, you're not entirely foolish," Bryce stepped forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his usually gentle eyes now filled with mockery. "But using you against your daughter, that was Florence’s cunning plan.

My goal is much simpler, Ms. Tennyson. I’m just here for the money.

Since you’re not cooperating and even managed to find us out, I guess we’re left with no choice but to take drastic measures."

Bryce, lacking patience, seized the bound Parisa. She was powerless to resist as Bryce grabbed her by the collar, dragging her across the floor to a stone table.

His eyes gleamed with calculation, as he spread out several contracts on the table, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Enough with the chit-chat. If you want to keep your life and have a chance to reunite with your daughter, you’ll sign all of these!"

Ignoring the pain coursing through her body, Parisa focused on the contents of the contracts, her disbelief evident. "My personal accounts, funds, investments around the globe—how do you even know about these?

Florence's eyes also burned with a fierce intensity as she glanced at Parisa, her voice cruel. "And Whitney, she’s even less than nothing. After everything she’s done to me, once I’m rich, I’ll tear her to pieces! Whitney and Ludwik, those two fools, I’ll make sure they end up behind bars."

Mention of her daughter ignited a fiery rage within Parisa.

She glared at the ridiculous contracts, her voice icy and filled with contempt. "You two have clearly never run a major corporation before. Even if I sign, do you think the headquarters in Germinia would recognize two nobodies like you?

Transferring my assets to you out of nowhere would raise all sorts of red flags, even with the police.

Signing these contracts doesn’t guarantee you’ll get a single dime!"