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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.

What did Monica mean by that? Before she could ponder, she was

with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear,

fate.

in Simon and Monica’s scheme,

let it end

strangely with its door

man sat in the back seat, his large silhouette vague, but the atmosphere was heavy with

tension.

toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could you please let me

“Get lost.”

half–closed, his breath

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kidnappers were closing

his leg, crawling into the

the man’s slacks, but she was

man’s Adam’s apple bobbed,

She shook her

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

slowly came to, the man

picked up her clothes and fled from

of her eyes, Whitney did not

back to the

endured hunger and

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

never loved her. Recalling the injustices of her childhood,

to believe it, so she

Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she

we find the body!” Her stepmother,

sinister as she said, “Dad, if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit and

that a bit harsh?” That was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of

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

squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using

cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother.

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

company. Her grandfather’s

empty, and devils

lip to

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