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

pressed down on her with sinister grins.

fate.

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

could not let it end

its door ajar on the

seat, his large silhouette vague, but the atmosphere

tension.

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

“Get lost.”

gaze half–closed,

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kidnappers were closing

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

trembling body inadvertently brushed against the

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

can’t!” She shook her head

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

to, the man was still asleep; dawn

up her clothes and fled from the car in

of her eyes, Whitney did not dare linger. Ten days

back

she endured hunger

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

said Dad never loved her. Recalling the injustices of her

to believe it, so she returned to confront

gaze. Before she

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

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

her father, Preston

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

squeeze value out of her even in death,

than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If Whitney’s still alive and finds out

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

over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy,

was empty, and devils walked

to

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