Chapter 4

On the eleventh day, after he had meticulously planned her fake ‘murder,‘ they actually went and secretly got their marriage license.

What a twist of fate!–

Whitney froze, a suffocating agony drowning her, hate that was bone–deep, and a coldness that splashed from the depths of her eyes.

The past taunted her like a sharp sword.

“Whitney, I will definitely marry you. You’ll soon be Mrs. Perlman.”

“Whitney, you’re a genius. Help Monica with her draft one more time; she must win the jewelry competition!”

“We’ll get the license after the wedding. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”

After the wedding, huh? But he wanted her dead!

The tight grip on her palm was released by the man standing beside her, his tall figure casting a cool shadow. He asked her, “Need a few minutes?”

Whitney pressed her pale lips together and shook her head.

A clerk politely ushered them inside.

It only took two minutes to get the license. Whitney glanced at the man working busily in the chair, then at the marriage certificate. His name in the document had only one initial: L.

Domineering, indifferent, perfunctory.

What kind of marriage was this? It seemed the license was just a way to bind her and to appease the old lady.

She knew nothing about him, nor did she know whom she had truly married.

Suddenly, Whitney spotted Simon and Monica entering another office. Monica took her purse to the restroom.

Whitney’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and she said to L, “I have something to take care of.”

Felix, the man’s assistant, looked at Whitney’s retreating figure and asked the man quietly, “Sir?”

man’s gaze never left his work, only frowning slightly. “Keep

and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into a

asked the driver

tumbled down the steps

Simon ran towards her.

horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name written in blood! It just appeared in my purse. Is Whitney coming back for revenge?”

the bloody paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense. She’s dead! Calm

so scared…” Monica’s eyes darkened, her face

The pain from her palm, punctured

stepmother’s words echoed in her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to shield Monica from

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it, the truth cut like a knife. From now

the afternoon’s funeral news, her mouth twisting in a cold smile. The

and deep vengeance, she would claim it all back,

hand back. “Mr. L, we can drive

The man beside her divided a fraction of his attention from his work to

falter, and the tears she had

rub it for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently, his face

you’re planning;

was a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect him to

needed a haven, and this marriage was her

lady to her destination,” he said as he stepped out of the car, too

figure, then told the driver, “Please

lounge of the funeral home, Yvonne tore the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick

“But no one else knew

turned to us,

will announce in front of the media that all of Whitney’s inheritance will go to you. There will be

can’t come back,” Preston stated with

a triumphant smile on

two in the afternoon,

family was a well–known dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name for herself in

her death was as scandalous as her life had been,

core.

from a public phone. Even with nothing

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