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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.

that? Before she could

down on her with sinister grins.

fate.

going to be a pawn in Simon and

not let it

car parked strangely with its

seat, his large silhouette

tension.

she broke free from her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately

“Get lost.”

icy gaze half–closed, his breath heavy with

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kidnappers were closing

please!” Whitney clung to his leg, crawling into

against the man’s slacks, but she was

and the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “You’re not getting out?”

can’t!” She shook her

man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret it.” In an instant, his

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

and fled from the

of her eyes, Whitney did not dare linger. Ten days

it back to the Valentine

she endured hunger and cold,

a single piece of news

injustices of her childhood, Whitney bit her

to believe it, so she returned to confront

Valentine Mansion, Whitney entered with a cold gaze. Before she could step further, she heard a dispute from the

find

“Dad, if you’re worried about her haunting us, let’s arrange a ‘ghost marriage‘ for her!

her father, Preston Valentine, devoid of any paternal

the cold, and her fantasies of a concerned

they only sought to squeeze value out of her even in death, discussing using a

dirt! Besides, we know what happened to her mother. If

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

company. Her grandfather’s legacy, her uncle… All will be taken care

was empty, and

lip to keep from

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