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.

brought news. “Master will

her fist secretly, filled with anger and curiosity

she heard the

downstairs.

approached, her door slowly turned

grabbed a vase,

tall shadow loomed, the temperature seemingly dropping

his

to anger as she raised

elegant fingers hanging loose, and with an air of aloof

Whitney glanced back,

voice was a blend of grace and

around, Whitney glimpsed his

hidden, but the high bridge of his nose and chiseled jawline were

fixed her with a piercing gaze. “If I hurt you that day, I apologize.

realizing

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her, his mocking scrutiny unbearable, “I don’t care why you climbed into my car or why

wrong!” Whitney

has only a year left to live. As you wish, we’ll marry, and a year later, once you’ve given birth,

were not a proposal but a

should I agree to be a child–bearing tool

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