Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 614

Ludwik brushed his thumb gently against the soft lobe of her ear, whispering with a low chuckle, “We’ve made our vows before a preacher, Whitney. The night is young and fleeting. If you keep this up, when will I ever get to carry you over the threshold?”

Whitney trembled with indignant fury.

What?

How dare this madman suggest such a thing?

The blood in Whitney’s veins boiled with anger, and she sprung up, glaring at him with shock and outrage, “If you lay a finger on me, it’ll be over for both of us!

I belong to Bryce, legally and emotionally. I’m his!”

“Do you even know what he did to you?” Ludwik’s anger surged, his veins throbbing, “Stop mentioning that man’s name, Whitney. He doesn’t deserve it.

Do you really think marrying him was your choice?

Not a scheme manipulated from behind the scenes?

He’s far more despicable than you could imagine.”

“You tell me not to mention him, but I will. Bryce is my lawful husband.

No matter what you say or how much you slander him, I’ve made my choice.

I love him, and I chose to marry him!

I’d rather die than be with you in some farcical remarriage.”

Her defiance infuriated him.

Ludwik grabbed her, setting her on the table as he moved in like a predator, “You said Florence threatened your marriage using Sammy.

I looked into it. It was Bryce who put Florence up to it. Did you know?!”

What?

Whitney was stunned.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. How could Bryce and Florence be in contact? They didn’t even know each other.

As her thoughts gathered, she looked up at the man before her, his face twisted in malice, and she began to understand.

He was capable of kidnapping her; there were no lows he wouldn’t stoop to, let alone slander Bryce in her presence.

His goal was to make her misunderstand Bryce, to accept him instead.

But that was impossible.

Whitney scoffed coldly, “No matter how you try to tarnish Bryce’s name, I will never believe you. Ludwik, when have your words ever held any truth?

You’ve claimed time and again you’d save Sammy, yet in the end, it was I who faced Florence’s threats alone.

If you had truly rescued Sammy, why keep it a secret? Why play these games with me?!”

Ludwik was speechless, choked by her fury, “Because Sammy, he…”

But she cut him off in anger, “Because you’re protecting Florence. If you truly wanted to save Sammy, what’s Florence to you?!”

No, it was because he wanted to return a healthy Sammy to her. Hence, he tread carefully, afraid to make a wrong move.

Yet, in the end, Sammy was still hurt.

This was a deep, agonizing regret for Ludwik.

Even if you don’t, we’ll find happiness. Drink this bottle of wine, it’ll ease your pain.”

Whitney was horrified, speechless.

He wanted her to be pregnant again? Madness couldn’t even begin to describe him.

Her skin was ice-cold.

He embraced her, murmuring tender yet merciless words, “I don’t want to hurt you, so drink this wine, forget your hatred for me.

Whitney shook her head, loathing him more than ever, “I will never let you control me. I won’t drink!”

Ludwik, both gentle and cruel, treated her like a beautiful doll in his grasp, carrying her upstairs, “You’re too fiery, must I force you?

If making you drunk and senseless is what it takes, I don’t mind trying.”

“Get away from me!” Whitney sobbed hoarsely, but he pushed her into the room, watching as he approached with the wine, like a graceful beast eyeing its prey, slowly capturing her lips…

Whitney struggled, her heart filled with fear and desperation, tears brimming with pleas, “Ludwik, I’ll hate you for all my life. For eternity!

I can’t be with you, I love Bryce…”

If only her wedding hadn’t been ruined by him, tonight would have been her and Bryce’s wedding night. But he had shredded it all to pieces.

How could she face Bryce?

No, she didn’t want it to end like this, not with everything irrevocably broken…

“Whitney, remember, you owe me a child!” Ludwik, relentless, his eyes burning with determination.

Everything started to blur into chaos…