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.

stunned. What did Monica mean by that? Before

grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling

fate.

be a pawn in Simon and Monica’s

let it

strangely with its door ajar on the dark roadside below the

back seat, his large silhouette vague,

tension.

toward the car, desperately pleading,

“Get lost.”

gaze half–closed, his

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kidnappers were

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

the man’s slacks, but she was

the man’s Adam’s apple

shook

Whoever sent you, since you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In

the man was still asleep; dawn had not

picked up her clothes and fled from the car in

lost something precious. With a wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney

made it back to the Valentine family in Banyan

nothing to her name, she endured hunger

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

never loved her. Recalling the injustices of

believe it, so she returned to confront the

a cold gaze. Before she

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

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

her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any

the floor, her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold,

even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost marriage‘ to

from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what

alive, I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave

Simon will take over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle…

was empty, and devils walked the

lip to keep from storming

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