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.

mean by that? Before she could ponder,

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

fate.

a pawn in Simon and Monica’s

could not let it end

parked strangely with its door ajar on the dark roadside below

back seat, his large silhouette vague, but

tension.

an unknown strength, she broke free from her captors and tumbled down the hill toward the car, desperately pleading, “Sir, could

“Get lost.”

gaze half–closed, his

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sir, please!” Whitney clung to his leg, crawling into the car and slamming the door

brushed against the man’s slacks,

man’s Adam’s apple

shook her

you’ve come,” the man’s voice was a dark, cold chuckle. “Don’t regret

man

clothes and

wipe of her

back to the Valentine family in Banyan

nothing to her name, she endured hunger and cold, clinging

seen a single piece of news about her father

Recalling the injustices of her childhood, Whitney bit her

believe it, so she

a cold gaze. Before she could

we find

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

That was her

to the floor, her expressionless face stripped bare by the cold, and her fantasies of a

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

life cheaper than dirt! Besides, we know

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

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

and

bit her lip to keep from storming

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