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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.

was stunned. What did Monica mean by that? Before she could

with sinister grins.

fate.

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

not let it end

she saw a car parked strangely with its door ajar on the dark roadside below the

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

tension.

toward the car, desperately pleading,

“Get lost.”

gaze half–closed, his breath

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kidnappers were closing

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

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

and the man’s Adam’s

can’t!” She shook

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

came to, the man

up her clothes and

precious. With a wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney did not dare linger. Ten

it back to the Valentine family in

endured hunger and cold, clinging to

she hadn’t seen a

her. Recalling the injustices of her childhood,

it, so she

Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she could

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

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

bit harsh?” That was her father,

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

sought to squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using a

Whitney was born to shield Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides,

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

over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy,

empty, and

lip to

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