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 she could ponder, she was dragged deeper

sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling to

fate.

pawn in Simon and Monica’s scheme,

not let

she saw a car parked strangely with its door ajar on

seat, his large silhouette vague, but the

tension.

down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed, his breath

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were

Whitney clung to his leg, crawling into the car

against the

predatory eyes suddenly opened wide, and the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re not getting

shook her head

a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful

man was still asleep; dawn

clothes and fled

something precious. With a wretched wipe of

it back to the Valentine

she endured hunger and cold,

her fist. In ten days, she hadn’t seen a single piece

Recalling the injustices of

refused to believe it, so she returned to

of the Valentine Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before

rest until we find

if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit

her father, Preston

her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and

sought to squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using a

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

she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was devoid of

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

was empty, and devils

bit her lip to keep from

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