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.

Sandy Parker finally appeared in the doorway, Isabella

The fashion disaster of clashing

Whitmore family daughter?” Isabella asked, struggling to

neutral.

sweetness, “Yes, that’s

plummeted rapidly. Not only was Sandy’s appearance inferior to Elena’s natural beauty, but her outdated styling made

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

up with misunderstanding. She assumed Isabella was referring to a relationship with

rather than Adrian.

wonderful!” Sandy gushed, clasping her hands together. “Though Alpha Marcus hasn’t severed his mate bond

confusion deepened. “I meant Adrian,

delight. “Dear sister! How

She Hates

exchange left Isabella feeling deeply troubled about

Marcus come to see me? I was

a spoiled child. “I thought he would visit once he learned I was

herself in fantasies

permanently

picture.

bewilderment, realizing this girl was completely delusional about her

Marcus.

left the Whitmore Estate feeling deeply

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

my hospital bed. The sterile smell of

was of Elena. “Is

up, but sharp pain shot through my chest.

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