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,

her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling to

fate.

pawn in Simon and Monica’s

could not let it

strangely with its door ajar

in the back seat, his large silhouette vague,

tension.

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

“Get lost.”

half–closed, his breath heavy

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were

to kill me, sir, please!” Whitney clung to his leg, crawling

the man’s slacks, but

wide, and the man’s

She shook

you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful

to, the man

and fled from the car in

a wretched wipe of

it back to the Valentine

to her name, she endured hunger and cold, clinging to

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

said Dad never loved her. Recalling the injustices

believe it, so she returned to confront the

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

can’t rest until we find

‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make

a bit harsh?” That was her father,

to the floor, her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned

even in death, discussing

Besides,

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

company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle…

was empty, and devils walked

to keep from

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