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.

finally brought news. “Master will

fist secretly, filled with

the night, hidden in her bedroom, she heard

downstairs.

her door

abruptly grabbed

seemingly dropping in his

trembled, seeing him knock politely, his remarkable long legs stepping

panic turned to anger as she raised

fingers hanging loose, and with an air of aloof nobility, he warned her, “Before you smash that vase, two steps

Whitney glanced

a blend of grace and

Whitney glimpsed his silver

bridge of his

was deftly disarmed, and he fixed her with a piercing gaze. “If I hurt you that day, I apologize. And that’s the only thing

blushed, realizing what he

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

it all wrong!”

a year left to live. As you wish, we’ll marry, and a year later,

words were not a proposal but

her ire, “Why should I agree to be

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