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?”

his work, only frowning slightly.

it into water, and smeared it all

city hall, Whitney asked the driver to stop the

down the

Simon ran towards her.

a blood–soaked paper and said with a trembling voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage,

also recoiled at the sight of the bloody paper, helping Monica

eyes darkened, her face drained of

The pain from her palm, punctured and raw, was unbearable, and her eyes

born to shield Monica from

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a knife. From now on, she

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

deep vengeance, she would claim it all

pulled her hand back. “Mr. L, we can

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

deep, made Whitney’s resolve falter, and the

rub it for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently, his face emotionless, his breath

man, who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning; just make sure you keep

did not expect him to avenge

she needed a haven, and

as

retreating figure, then told the driver, “Please take me to Sun

blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water,

else knew about us giving

her company’s people have turned to us, she might still have a friend

in front of the media that all

and gone, and she can’t come back,” Preston stated

regained her composure, a triumphant smile

two in the afternoon, the funeral home was

Valentine family was a well–known dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and stunning beauty who made a name for herself in

she was dead. And her death was as scandalous as her life had been, enough to shake the

core.

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

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