Love beyond the mask1-100

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Chapter_46

Stella couldn’t hide the smugness in her tone as she said, “Well, Monica’s been quite the matchmaker for me, unlike you. She’s much more generous!” Whitney paused, her mind racing as she put the pieces together. A month ago, Monica had already started her efforts to get close to Stella, setting her up with Gunner. Tiana’s upcoming heartbreak seemed like the perfect addition to Whitney’s growing list of misfortunes.

“Did Monica invite you and Gunner here tonight?” Whitney asked, her voice steady, but her mind whirling.

“Yep, but don’t think you can take me down, Whitney. I’m Monica’s new BFF. Gunner values our connection, so he wants to marry me. Tiana? She’s just dull and childish. Gunner doesn’t care for her one bit. Oh, but it seems like you’ll have to keep this secret until you watch your dear friend get dumped!” Stella boasted, walking away with a self-satisfied smile.

Whitney felt a pang of suffocation as she thought about Tiana. As she tried to process the situation, Monica suddenly appeared, her teasing smile making Whitney realize that she had been watching the entire scene unfold.

Monica had set up Gunner and Stella just for Whitney to catch them in the act—an intentional jab at Whitney’s emotions. Monica’s manipulations had reached new levels of cruelty. Clutching her hands tightly, Whitney snapped, “Didn’t you invite me to your victory bash?”

“Of course, Sis! Let me show you the lavish feast Simon has thrown in my honor!” Monica replied, dragging Whitney onto the dance floor.

Monica stopped in front of an extravagant private suite and said, “Sis, take a seat. I’ll go get Simon and the others.”

Whitney watched her leave, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. Monica’s scheming was almost too predictable. She entered the room, her mind calculating the next move.

It wasn’t long before Roselyn appeared, awkwardly fidgeting in her dress. “Monica, can I borrow one of your latest Chanel-inspired dresses? This one isn’t working, and with all the important people here tonight, I want to dazzle.”

Monica gave her a cold, dismissive look. “Dazzle more than me?”

Roselyn’s face froze in embarrassment, and she quickly apologized, “I didn’t mean it like that, Monica. I could never outshine you.”

“Good. You know your place. Now, keep your gold-digging antics in check. If you really want to snag someone, you’d do better not wearing anything at all,” Monica sneered.

Roselyn flushed with humiliation but dared not speak back. She glanced over at Whitney in the private suite, feeling even more awkward under her indifferent gaze. Monica, before leaving, gave Whitney a sly smile—one that Whitney didn’t miss.

Inside the room, Whitney sat quietly, observing the unfolding drama outside, waiting for Monica’s next move. Monica soon pulled Roselyn aside, her face lit up with a devilish grin. “Get Troy to Whitney’s room. Now.”

“Why, Monica?” Roselyn asked, confused.

“Just do it, Roselyn. Stop asking questions,” Monica ordered, leaving no room for argument.

Roselyn begrudgingly complied, heading off to fetch Troy, while Monica turned her attention to Faith. Despite their mutual animosity, Monica needed Faith today. Her plan was to bring Faith into Whitney’s room, where the situation could become even more complicated for Whitney.

Monica had a cruel smile on her face as she imagined the chaos that would unfold once Faith saw what was happening in the room. Whitney’s downfall was imminent, and Monica couldn’t wait to add more humiliation to her already troubled life.

Ten minutes later, Roselyn brought Troy into the private room. Troy, upon seeing Whitney’s stunning appearance, couldn’t hide his admiration. Jealousy flickered in Roselyn’s eyes as she remembered how much effort she had put into getting Troy here. Following Monica’s instructions, she pushed Whitney toward him and locked the door behind her.

“What’s the rush?” Whitney asked, a teasing grin spreading across her face. “You’re not too bright, are you?”

Roselyn glared at her, but Whitney’s smile only sharpened. “Did Monica want us locked in here? If I were you, I’d take advantage of Troy’s drunken state. Monica’s using you like a pawn, but if you become Troy’s lady, that would put her in her place.”

She glanced at Troy, who was just as handsome as Simon—playboy material, no doubt. He was the legitimate son of the Perlman family, and his wealth was unimaginable.

This was Roselyn’s chance to rise above Monica’s manipulation. If she could secure Troy’s attention, she’d finally escape the life of poverty that had held her back, and no one would dare mock her or her borrowed dress again.

Roselyn’s eyes gleamed with greed. Whitney, sensing the shift in her thoughts, subtly slipped the key to her. “This opportunity won’t come again. Make it quick. I’ll keep watch.”

With that, Whitney locked the door behind her, leaving Roselyn with Troy. Outside, she surveyed the bar and dance floor, feeling the quiet tension of what was about to unfold. Monica’s schemes had gone too far, and now it was Whitney’s turn to stir the pot.

With a sly smile, Whitney ordered a drink from the bartender, using Gunner’s name to have it delivered to Stella. Minutes later, Stella walked confidently into the private suite, cooing, “Oh, Gunner darling, you really have endless energy…”

She slipped inside, and Whitney locked the door behind her, knowing that the chaos Monica had set in motion was about to explode.

In the booth nearby, Monica was desperately trying to soothe Faith, whose face was twisted in anger. Faith, protective as ever of her little brother, was notorious for her fiery temper, especially when dealing with Troy’s flirtations. Monica’s attempt to calm her down failed as Faith raged, “The Valentine family only produces such lowlifes! Wait till I flay her right here!”

Monica gave a sly smile, but it faltered when she caught sight of Whitney, coolly sipping her drink at the booth. The sight of Whitney, so calm and unbothered, struck Monica like a slap in the face. Her smile disappeared as the reality of the situation set in.

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