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.

Before she could ponder, she was dragged deeper into the

down on her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear,

fate.

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

not let it

its

sat in the back seat, his large silhouette vague,

tension.

she broke free from her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could

“Get lost.”

gaze half–closed, his breath

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were

his leg, crawling into the car and slamming the door shut!

trembling body inadvertently brushed against the man’s slacks,

wide, and the man’s Adam’s apple

can’t!” She shook

a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret

man was still asleep; dawn

picked up her clothes and fled from the car in

wipe of her eyes, Whitney did not dare

back to the

endured hunger and

days, she hadn’t seen a single piece of news about her

loved her. Recalling the injustices of

believe it, so she

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

can’t rest until we find the body!” Her

“Dad, if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit and bind her spirit. She won’t

harsh?” That was her

the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned

even in death, discussing

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

If she’s alive, I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was

take over her company.

empty, and devils walked the

to

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