Love beyond the mask (Whitney)



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.

He decided not to pursue the topic further, "After we spend some time here, once you carry another child for me, I'll let you see Sammy. By now, Danny must have already met his brother."

Whitney, drawn by the mention of the children, began to tear up, not fully grasping his earlier words.

By the time her attention caught up to what he had initially said, she went pale, backing away from the dining table in terror, her hands. reaching for a knife, "What do you mean by having another child?

You're seriously ill, completely mad.

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No... I can't be with you, not like this. Like I said, if you touch me, if you tarnish my marriage with Bryce, it'll be the end for both of us." "Then let it be the end for both of us."

He smiled wickedly, a dark abyss in his eyes where no light could reach.

Effortlessly, he drew her back,

pinning her on the table, his hands

firmly on her slender legs and waist, smirking slowly, "Did you think kidnapped you here without being

prepared to die?

I know you can't get past this in your heart.

In this situation, how else can I make you mine, body and soul?

Pregnancy.

If you're pregnant with my child again, compensating for the lost one, you'll resign yourself to stay by my side, never thinking of Bryce again.

Whitney, I am mad! I want you, and nothing else matters but you.

This is my love for you.

Sorry, I realized it too late, I had too many responsibilities before.

Now, I've left everything behind, just for you. Can't you give me a chance?

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... Content belongs

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...noveldrama

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

Everything started to blur into chaos...