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.

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

on her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with

fate.

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

not let it end like

saw a car parked strangely with its

the back seat, his large silhouette vague, but

tension.

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

“Get lost.”

half–closed, his

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were closing

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

body inadvertently brushed against the man’s slacks, but she

opened wide, and the man’s Adam’s

shook

man’s voice was a dark, cold

to, the man

clothes and fled from the

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

it back

endured hunger

hadn’t seen a single piece of

Recalling the injustices of her childhood, Whitney

refused to believe it, so she

back door of the Valentine Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she could

until we find

you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit and bind her spirit. She won’t dare come after

was her father,

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

they only sought to squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost marriage‘ to

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

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

her reputation. Monica and Simon will take over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle… All will

empty, and devils

lip to keep

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