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On the eve of her wedding, Whitney Valentine and her younger stepsister were kidnapped, but her fiancé only

rescued her sister.

The kidnapper lunged at her with a sneer, tearing at her clothes with a vicious rip.

Still in disbelief. Whitney waited foolishly, yelling, “No! Please wait more… Simon Perlman said he’d pay the ransom.”

With a mocking laugh, the kidnapper dialed a number and barked, “Monica Valentine, your elder sister sure is a fool!”

Whitney froze.

Her sister’s mocking voice came through the phone. “You really believed that knight–in–shining–armor crap? Let me tell you the truth: I’m carrying Simon’s baby!”

Whitney’s face turned ashen. “When… When did you two get together?”

“Simon’s always loved me. He only used you to start his business! Now that he’s CEO, guess why you’re the one kidnapped?”

Chills crawled up Whitney’s arms as she shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t believe it. Put Simon on the phone!”

Then a man’s voice that came through was cold and remorseless. “Whitney, you’re no longer of any value to me. Take care on your ‘journey.”

Boom!

Whitney’s world collapsed into a pallor of despair.

Eight years of love, all just a ploy? He wanted her dead so he could take over the company!

Whitney’s tears fell down her cheeks.

Monica’s twisted laugh cut through. “He wanted to leave you a pretty corpse, but I’ll make sure you die ugly. Have your fun with her, then leave her to the wolves!”

“Monica, I treated you like my own sister. Why are you doing this? Mom and Dad won’t let you get away with

this!”

“Do you think Mom and Dad really loved you?” Monica sneered coldly.

Before she could ponder, she was dragged deeper into

sinister grins. Whitney

fate.

pawn in Simon and Monica’s scheme, toyed with to

not let it end like

car parked strangely with its door ajar on the dark roadside below the

seat, his large silhouette

tension.

broke free from her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could you please let me in

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed,

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kidnappers were

please!” Whitney clung to his leg, crawling

the man’s slacks, but

opened wide, and the man’s

She shook her

dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful frame enveloped

Whitney slowly came to, the man was still asleep;

up her clothes and fled from the car in

a wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney did not dare

barely alive, finally made it back to

endured hunger

hadn’t seen a single piece of news about her father searching

never loved her. Recalling the injustices

to believe it, so she returned to

door of the Valentine Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she could step further, she

find the body!”

if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit

That was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of

slumped to the floor, her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned

squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing

than dirt! Besides, we know

alive, I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was devoid of any fatherly

her reputation. Monica and Simon will take over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle… All will be taken care of.”

empty, and devils

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