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.

Monica mean by that? Before she could ponder,

pressed down on her with sinister grins. Whitney trembled with fear, unwilling

fate.

to be a pawn in Simon and Monica’s

let it

strangely with its door ajar on the dark roadside below

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

tension.

and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could you please let me

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed, his breath heavy with

14-54

were

clung to his leg, crawling into

trembling body inadvertently brushed against the man’s

man’s Adam’s apple bobbed,

shook her head frantically,

voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful frame enveloped

Whitney slowly came to, the man was still asleep; dawn

clothes and fled

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

alive, finally made it back to the Valentine family

her name, she endured hunger and cold, clinging to

a single piece of news about her father searching for

Recalling the injustices of her

to believe it, so she returned

Valentine Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she

rest until we find the body!”

her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for

her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any paternal

face stripped bare by the cold, and her fantasies of

squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost marriage‘ to trap

misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we

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

will take over her company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle… All will

and devils walked the

to keep from

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255