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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.

stunned. What did Monica mean by that? Before she could ponder, she was dragged deeper

with sinister grins. Whitney trembled

fate.

she really going to be a pawn in Simon and Monica’s scheme, toyed with

not let it

with its door ajar on the dark roadside below

man sat in the back seat, his large silhouette

tension.

toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could

“Get lost.”

man’s icy gaze half–closed, his breath heavy with

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were closing

please!” Whitney clung to his leg, crawling into the car

the

man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re not

shook her

since you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful frame enveloped

came to, the man was

her clothes and fled from the

wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney did

made it back to

nothing to her name, she endured

clenched her fist. In ten days, she hadn’t seen a single piece of news about her father searching

said Dad never loved her. Recalling the injustices of

to believe it, so she returned to

a cold gaze. Before she could step further, she heard

we find the body!” Her stepmother, Yvonne,

her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a

was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of

expressionless face stripped bare by the

they only sought to squeeze value out of her even

Whitney was born to shield Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we

make sure she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was

over her company. Her grandfather’s

empty, and

lip to keep from

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