Chapter 2

Whitney froze, her face draining of color, her heart pounding out of her chest.

That man…

She had only sought help, but he had….

The man swiftly ushered her into the car, and Whitney offered no resistance. She had nowhere else to go. The hospital was crowded, and as the leading socialite of Banyan City, being exposed here was tantamount to signing her own death warrant for the Valentine family!

Clutching her hands tightly, Whitney scanned the unassuming Bentley she was in.

The man took a call, his voice deferential. “Yes, Ms. Valentine has been retrieved.”

“Calm down, your little golden grandchild hasn’t even settled in yet…” He soothed the elderly voice on the other end with a hint of frustration.

The car wound to a secluded mansion nestled against the hills, a testament to understated wealth. As Whitney stepped out, she was met by two maids at the entrance.

This is Xandra and Taryn. They will take care of you for the next ten months until you deliver the child,” the man informed her.

Whitney was stunned, realizing she had been duped. Her eyes cooled to ice. “What does he take me for? A baby–making machine? Get him to see me.”

“Master was ambushed that day. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had this opportunity.”

Whitney was livid. Forced into the house, she was extremely weak but refused to compromise, engaging in a hunger strike to force the maids to call their master.

Taryn finally brought news. “Master will see you

filled with anger and curiosity

her bedroom, she heard the sound of an engine and muffled conversations

downstairs.

her

abruptly grabbed a vase, holding her breath in

seemingly dropping in his presence, the

politely, his remarkable long legs stepping into the

turned to anger as she raised

his cigarette, his elegant fingers hanging loose, and with an air of aloof nobility, he warned her, “Before you smash

Whitney glanced

blend of grace and

around, Whitney glimpsed his

was hidden, but the high bridge of his

“If I hurt you that day, I apologize. And that’s the only thing I’ll apologize

realizing

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Chapter 2

“I don’t care why you climbed into my car or why

all wrong!” Whitney bit

As you wish, we’ll marry, and a year later, once you’ve

a proposal but a

to be a child–bearing

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