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.

Before she could ponder, she was dragged deeper into the

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

fate.

going to be a pawn in Simon and Monica’s

let it end

its door ajar on the dark roadside below the

seat, his large silhouette

tension.

down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading,

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed, his

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were

Whitney clung to his leg,

against the man’s slacks, but

the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed,

She shook her head frantically,

you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his powerful frame enveloped

came to, the man

her clothes and fled from

wretched wipe of

made it back to the Valentine family in

she endured hunger and cold,

clenched her fist. In ten days, she hadn’t seen a single

the injustices of her

believe it, so she returned to confront the

with a cold gaze. Before she could step further, she

we find the body!”

her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost

That was her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any paternal

by the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned and

even in death, discussing using a ‘ghost

Monica from misfortune, a life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If Whitney’s still alive and

sure she doesn’t leave here today,” Preston’s voice was devoid

smear her reputation. Monica and Simon will take over her company.

was empty, and devils walked

her lip to

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