Chapter 4

On the eleventh day, after he had meticulously planned her fake ‘murder,‘ they actually went and secretly got their marriage license.

What a twist of fate!–

Whitney froze, a suffocating agony drowning her, hate that was bone–deep, and a coldness that splashed from the depths of her eyes.

The past taunted her like a sharp sword.

“Whitney, I will definitely marry you. You’ll soon be Mrs. Perlman.”

“Whitney, you’re a genius. Help Monica with her draft one more time; she must win the jewelry competition!”

“We’ll get the license after the wedding. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”

After the wedding, huh? But he wanted her dead!

The tight grip on her palm was released by the man standing beside her, his tall figure casting a cool shadow. He asked her, “Need a few minutes?”

Whitney pressed her pale lips together and shook her head.

A clerk politely ushered them inside.

It only took two minutes to get the license. Whitney glanced at the man working busily in the chair, then at the marriage certificate. His name in the document had only one initial: L.

Domineering, indifferent, perfunctory.

What kind of marriage was this? It seemed the license was just a way to bind her and to appease the old lady.

She knew nothing about him, nor did she know whom she had truly married.

Suddenly, Whitney spotted Simon and Monica entering another office. Monica took her purse to the restroom.

Whitney’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and she said to L, “I have something to take care of.”

Felix, the man’s assistant, looked at Whitney’s retreating figure and asked the man quietly, “Sir?”

gaze never left his work, only frowning

crushed it into water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into a cubicle and left with

city hall, Whitney asked the

seconds, a delicate figure tumbled down the steps in panic, screaming

Simon ran towards her.

voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s

paper, helping Monica up. “Nonsense. She’s dead! Calm down, don’t let

so scared…” Monica’s eyes darkened, her face drained of

couple huddled together, Whitney coldly snapped a photo with her phone. The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable, and her eyes

in her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to shield Monica from

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the truth cut like a knife. From now on, she

at the afternoon’s funeral news, her mouth twisting in a cold smile. The appetizer was served; the entrée

deep vengeance, she would claim

back. “Mr.

larger one. The man beside her divided a fraction of his attention from his work

the tears she had been

for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently, his face emotionless, his breath calm and

commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning;

promise you!” It was a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect him to avenge her, especially since

a haven, and this

destination,” he said as he stepped out of the car, too busy

figure, then told the driver, “Please take

VIP lounge of the funeral home, Yvonne tore the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just

one else knew about us

have turned to us, she

front of the media that all of

and she can’t

regained her composure, a

two in the afternoon, the funeral

knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name for

her death was as scandalous as her

core.

made a call from a public phone. Even with nothing to her

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