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.

finally appeared in the doorway,

was supposedly the refined Whitmore family daughter? The fashion disaster of

you indeed the recently found Whitmore family daughter?” Isabella asked,

neutral.

feigned sweetness, “Yes, that’s

only was Sandy’s appearance inferior to Elena’s natural beauty, but her outdated styling made her look older and

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

lit up with misunderstanding. She assumed

rather than Adrian.

Marcus hasn’t severed his mate

deepened. “I meant Adrian,

shifted to enthusiastic delight. “Dear sister! How lovely

162 She Hates

Isabella feeling deeply

to see me? I was his

like a spoiled child. “I thought he would

in fantasies about becoming

permanently

picture.

at her in bewilderment, realizing this girl was completely delusional about her

Marcus.

Estate feeling deeply disturbed by the entire

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

awakened to find my father Alexander Blackwood sitting beside my hospital bed. The sterile

was of Elena. “Is

through my chest. My father’s firm hand pressed

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