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.

that? Before

sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear,

fate.

to be a pawn in Simon and

let

strangely with its door

back seat, his large silhouette vague, but the atmosphere was heavy

tension.

her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could you please let me in

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed, his breath heavy with

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

against the

eyes suddenly opened wide, and the man’s

She shook her head

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

Whitney slowly came to, the man was

up her clothes and fled from the car

a wretched wipe of her eyes,

back

to her name, she endured hunger and cold,

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

said Dad never loved her. Recalling the injustices of her childhood, Whitney bit

refused to believe it, so

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

we find the body!” Her stepmother, Yvonne,

us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘

harsh?” That was her

her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and her

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

life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened

leave here today,” Preston’s voice was

company. Her

and devils walked the

lip to keep

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