Chapter 4

Lucy shoved the phone right into my face, the camera pressing against the tip of my nose.

Meanwhile, Grace walked over through the mess in the room. She bent down and pinched my chin, her nails digging deep into my skin as she forced my face toward the camera.

“Say it. Say you’re a homewrecker.”

I twisted my head, trying to dodge her hand. “I’m not.”

A slap landed on my left cheek. The force of it knocked me off balance, and my forehead slammed hard against the cabinet door.

“Say it. Say you’re a homewrecker.”

“I told you I’m not!”

This time, my right cheek went numb, my ears rang, and I could taste blood in my mouth.

Grace pinched my chin, yanking my face back to the camera again, and said, “Look at the camera and say you’re a homewrecker. Say you seduced my boyfriend, and say you conned him out of his money.”

More comments flooded the livestream.

[Good job hitting her! Homewreckers deserve to be punished!]

[Make her return the money! Thirty thousand dollars isn’t a small amount!]

[There are always so many homewreckers in these high-end apartments. This woman looks so young. She must be really experienced at manipulating men.]

[Look at her face. Did she get plastic surgery? She’s just another leech relying on her looks.]

[Wait, is that doll a limited-edition ball-jointed doll? Aren't those worth thousands of dollars each?]

Grace stared at the comments, and her smirk widened. She finally let go of my chin, her nails leaving a jagged red scratch across my jawline.

“Did you hear that? Everyone is watching. If you don’t admit to your mistakes today, I’ll make sure you go viral for all the wrong reasons.”

I propped myself up on my arms and shifted backward, but my back was pressed against the cabinet door. There was nowhere left to go.

Grace crouched down and hooked her fingers into my collar.

“You’re still refusing to talk, huh? Fine. I’ll just strip you naked right here and let everyone see exactly what a homewrecker looks like.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, just watch me.”

She grabbed my collar and ripped it downward. The top button of my pajamas snapped off and flew across the room, exposing my collarbone. I desperately covered my chest, trying to shrink back as far as possible.

At that moment, Grace clapped her hands together, stood up, and said, “Come on in.”

The front door opened, and two men wearing face masks walked into the room. Their eyes immediately locked onto me.

I curled myself into the corner, asking, “What do you think you're doing?”

With a smile, Grace pointed down at me. “Since you love serving men so much, I’ll give you what you want.”

“You’re insane!” My voice cracked from shouting. “Damien will never let you get away with this!”

“Damien?” Grace sneered. “He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?”

“I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!”

“His sister?”

She bent down and patted my cheek.

“You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.”

The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

“You’re going to regret this,” I said, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. “I’m telling you, if you touch me today, the Fischers will never let you off the hook!”

Grace raised her hand and slapped me across the face yet again. My head knocked so hard against the cabinet door that my vision blurred.

“Still keeping the act, are you?”

She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me halfway up from the floor.

“If you mention the Fischers one more time, I’ll make sure that mouth of yours never speaks another word.”

Lucy moved closer, holding the phone out toward us as she said, “Gracie, look at the chat. Everyone is asking how old this bitch is. She looks really young. Could she be a minor?”

Grace glanced at the screen. “If she's a minor, she deserves it even more. If she’s out seducing men at such a young age, imagine what she’ll be like when she grows up.”

By then, the two men were already in front of me. The lanky one bent down and reached out, intending to drag me by the arm.

I scrambled backward with everything I had. My fingernails snapped under the strain, leaving blood smearing down the cabinet door.

Grace stood behind them with her arms crossed, laughing. “Why are you hiding? Aren’t you supposed to be quite the expert? Come on, show us what you've got.”

“I told you I didn’t seduce him!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Damien is my biological brother! If you dare lay a hand on me, he will never let you go! Never! If I don't reply to his messages for too long, he always calls me! I'll see how you explain yourselves to him then!”

The two men turned back to look at Grace. However, she simply played with her hair, completely unbothered.

“Ignore the bitch. Keep going.”

Under Lucy’s camera, the two men approached me with lustful eyes. I was trembling all over, but I glared back at them, trying to etch their faces into my memory.

Just then, Damien’s voice echoed from the doorway. “What exactly is going on here?”