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

on her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with

fate.

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

let it end like

saw a car parked strangely with its door ajar

the back seat, his large silhouette vague, but the

tension.

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

“Get lost.”

man’s icy gaze half–closed,

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were

to his leg, crawling into the

the man’s slacks, but she was

the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re not getting out?”

shook her head frantically,

you, since you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark,

the man

picked up her clothes and fled from the car

lost something precious. With a wretched wipe of her

it back to the

to her name, she endured hunger and cold,

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

Dad never loved her. Recalling the injustices of

it, so

gaze. Before she could step further, she heard a dispute

can’t rest until we find the

sinister as she said, “Dad, if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her! We’ll

bit harsh?” That was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any paternal

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

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

born to shield Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If

I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave

her company. Her

was empty, and

to keep from

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