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.

by that? Before she could ponder, she was dragged

grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling to accept

fate.

pawn in Simon and Monica’s scheme, toyed

not let it end

with its

seat, his large silhouette vague,

tension.

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

“Get lost.”

man’s icy gaze half–closed, his breath heavy with

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kidnappers were closing

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

brushed against the man’s slacks, but she was

opened wide, and the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re not

She shook

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

Whitney slowly came to, the man was still

and fled from the car in

of her eyes, Whitney did

finally made it back to the

endured hunger and cold, clinging

days, she hadn’t seen a single piece of

never loved her. Recalling the injustices of her childhood,

it, so she

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

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

us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for

bit harsh?” That was her father, Preston Valentine,

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

her even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost marriage‘ to

Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If Whitney’s still alive

leave

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

was empty, and devils

her lip to

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