Chapter 162: She Hates Me, and She Should

Chapter 162: She Hates Me, and She Should

(God’s POV)

Sandy Parker’s phone buzzed with an anonymous text message that made her heart race with excitement: “Already resolved.”

She stared at the screen, her hands trembling with a mixture of relief and triumph. Regardless of whether she was real or fake, she was now the only daughter the Whitmore family had!

Her moment of victory was interrupted by a sharp knock at her bedroom door.

“Miss Parker,” a servant called through the wood. “Someone claiming to be from the Blackwood family is

waiting downstairs to see you.”

Sandy’s eyes widened with anticipation. Had Marcus finally come to acknowledge her as his childhood

savior?

She took her time getting dressed, selecting what she believed was her most impressive outfit. The white

dress paired with blue stockings, emerald earrings, pearl necklace, and gold bracelet would surely

demonstrate her refined taste.

Downstairs in the living room, Isabella Blackwood had been waiting for quite a while. Her patience was

wearing thin as she checked her watch repeatedly.

The arrogance of this supposed Whitmore family daughter was already testing her limits. But for the sake of a potential mating alliance, she forced herself to endure it.

in the doorway, Isabella

her was supposedly the refined Whitmore family daughter? The fashion disaster of clashing colors and excessive jewelry made Isabella’s eyes

Whitmore family daughter?” Isabella asked, struggling to

neutral.

that’s me. I’m Sandy

appearance inferior to Elena’s natural

get acquainted since we might become in–laws in the future,” Isabella

She assumed Isabella was referring to a relationship

rather than Adrian.

together. “Though Alpha Marcus hasn’t severed his mate bond yet, I’m

confusion deepened. “I meant

shifted to enthusiastic delight. “Dear sister!

She Hates

feeling deeply troubled about this potential

“Why hasn’t Marcus come to

thought he would visit once

fantasies about

was permanently out of

picture.

this girl was completely delusional about her connection

Marcus.

Estate feeling deeply disturbed

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

hospital bed. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled

of Elena.

but sharp pain shot through my chest. My father’s firm hand pressed me

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