Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 

Stella felt Whitney’s reaction was incredibly swift. She chuckled and said, “Well, Monica’s been quite the matchmaker for me, unlike you She’s much more generous!” 

Whitney paused, her mind quickly piecing things together. A month ago, Monica had already begun courting Stella’s favor, helping her hook up with Gunner. Tiana’s future heartbreak would just be icing on the cake of 

Whitney’s misfortunes. 

“Did Monica invite you and Gunner here tonight?” Whitney suddenly asked. 

“Yep, but don’t you go thinking you can take me down, Whitney. I’m Monica’s new BFF. Gunner values my connection with her, 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 strutted off, smug with triumph. 

Whitney stood there, feeling like she was suffocating at the thought of Tiana. 

Sis, why the long face? Who did you see?” Monica approached with a teasing smile. 

Whitney looked up, realizing Monica had watched the drama unfold for a while. 

By setting up Gunner and Stella here, Monica intended Whitney to catch them in the act, pouring salt on her wounds. 

Whitney had only wanted to confront Stella, but Monica’s scheming against her friend was intolerable. 

Clutching her hands, Whitney scoffed and suddenly asked, “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 boasted, pulling Whitney into the dance floor. 

Stopping in front of a luxurious private suite, Monica pointed inside. “Sis, take a seat. I’ll go get Simon and the others.” 

Whitney eyed her, her lips curling into a knowing smile, and obediently entered the room. 

Roselyn approached as soon as Monica left, her ill–fitting gown begging for mercy. “Monica, can I borrow one of your latest Chanel–inspired dresses? This one just isn’t working, and with all the hotshots here tonight, I want to dazzle.” 

Monica gave her a cold glance. “Dazzle more than me?” 

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

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

Roselyn’s face flushed with shame, but she dared not retort. 

Then she spotted Whitney inside the private suite, her embarrassment intensifying under Whitney’s indifferent 

gaze. 

Monica, before leaving, had a mischievous smile that Whitney did not miss. 

Sitting quietly, Whitney anticipated Monica’s next move. 

Monica pulled Roselyn aside with a devilish grin, instructing, “Get Troy to Whitney’s room. Now.” 

“Why, Monica?” 

“Just do it, Roselyn. Stop asking questions.” 

Roselyn nodded begrudgingly and fetched Troy. 

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Seeing Roselyn had left, Monica immediately turned around and went to look for Faith. 

Although she and Faith had a mutual hatred for each other, she needed Faith today. 

She planned to pull Faith into the room Whitney was in. The thought of seeing how Faith would make things difficult for Whitney once she saw what was happening in the room, Monica could not hold back her laughter. 

She knew very well that Whitney’s doom was only a week away, yet she could not hold back from wanting to humiliate her as much as she could tonight. 

After all, she still resented Whitney for embarrassing her at the Royal One Club last night. What infuriated her even more was that when she went home and cried about it to Simon, he not only did not immediately intend to settle scores with Whitney like he used to, but he even seemed concerned about Whitney. 

It was at that moment that Monica realized things had not gone astray. 

After the charity dinner, Simon seemed to have become interested in Whitney again! 

Monica would never allow that! 

Thus, she planned to skin Whitney alive tonight using the Perlman family. 

About ten minutes later, Roselyn helped Troy into the private room, who lit up at the sight of Whitney’s stunning face. 

Jealousy flared in Roselyn as she remembered supporting a disinterested Troy all the way here. 

Recalling Monica’s instructions, she pushed Whitney towards him and swiftly locked the door behind her. 

“What’s the rush?” Whitney caught the door, flashing a grin at Roselyn. “You’re not too bright, are you?” 

“What did you say?” Roselyn glared. 

Whitney’s smile pierced through her. “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 becoming Troy’s lady? That would put Monica in her place.” 

She glanced at Troy. He was just as handsome as Simon, a playboy, and a sure thing. 

Troy was the legitimate son of the Perlman family, and his wealth was immeasurable. 

Whitney was right. This was her moment to rise above Monica and escape her life of poverty. From today onwards, those socialites would never dare to bully her again, let alone laugh at her borrowed dress! 

Roselyn’s eyes flickered with greed. 

Reading her thoughts, Whitney subtly snatched the key and suggested, “This opportunity won’t come again. Make it quick. I’ll keep watch.” 

She locked the door behind her, leaving Roselyn with her prize. 

Whitney surveyed the bar and dance floor outside, eerily quiet like the calm before a storm. 

She knew the kind of storm Monica could unleash.