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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.

did Monica mean by that? Before she

grins.

fate.

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

not let it end like

parked strangely with its door ajar

his large silhouette vague, but the atmosphere was heavy

tension.

free from her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car,

“Get lost.”

man’s icy gaze half–closed, his breath

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were closing

to his leg, crawling into the

against the man’s slacks, but she

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

shook her head

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

to, the man was still asleep;

her clothes and fled from the

night, she lost something precious. With a wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney did not dare linger.

back to the Valentine family

nothing to her name, she endured hunger and cold, clinging to

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

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

refused to believe it, so

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

rest until we find the body!”

about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll make a profit and bind her spirit.

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

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

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

to shield Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened

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

Monica and Simon will take over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle… All will be taken care of.”

was empty, and

bit her lip to keep from storming

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