hapter 1

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.

Monica mean by that? Before she could ponder, she was dragged deeper into the

her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear,

fate.

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

not let it

with its door ajar

back seat, his large silhouette vague, but the atmosphere was

tension.

hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could you please let me in to take shelter for

“Get lost.”

half–closed, his breath

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kidnappers were closing

please!” Whitney clung to his

against the man’s slacks, but she

predatory eyes suddenly opened wide, and the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re

shook her head

Whoever sent you, since you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle.

man

up her clothes and fled from the car in

With a wretched wipe of her eyes,

barely alive, finally made it back to

endured hunger and

she hadn’t seen a single piece of

Recalling the injustices of her childhood, Whitney bit her

it, so

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

rest until we find

arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit and bind her spirit. She won’t dare come after us

a bit harsh?” That was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any paternal

her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned and remorseful father

of her even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost marriage‘ to trap

misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If Whitney’s still alive

she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s

her company. Her grandfather’s legacy,

empty, and devils walked

to keep

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