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 she could ponder, she

sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling to

fate.

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

could not let it end like

with its door ajar on the dark roadside

man sat in the back seat, his large silhouette vague,

tension.

the car, desperately pleading,

“Get lost.”

man’s icy gaze half–closed,

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kidnappers were

sir, please!” Whitney clung to his leg,

the

wide, and the man’s Adam’s

She shook her head

was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t

man was still asleep;

and fled

lost something precious. With a wretched wipe of her eyes, Whitney did not

it back to the Valentine

to her name, she endured hunger and cold, clinging to

she hadn’t seen a

Recalling the injustices of her childhood, Whitney bit her lip

to believe it, so she returned to

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

find

sinister 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,

the floor, her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold,

sought to squeeze value out of her even

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

If she’s alive, I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was devoid

company.

and devils

to keep from

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