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I Was Made A Mistress

After three years of studying abroad, a woman returns to her mansion only to find her brother’s girlfriend and her entire family living there. These intruders violently assault her and brand her a mistress, destroying her ancient pendant and heirloom bracelet while claiming the estate is theirs. They bind her for a scandalous online post as the girlfriend’s brother attempts a physical attack. She must now fight back in the gripping modern novel and mystery story I Was Made A Mistress.
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Chapter 2

The livestreamers who had been waiting around the area rushed through the gate and pointed their phones at my face to start taking pictures.

“You’re the homewrecker? To think you’d actually come here! The audacity! We’re going to make sure you can’t leave the place!”

“We’ll teach you a lesson today!”

The next moment, their spit landed on my face. When I looked at Cynthia, she was leaning against her mother’s shoulder while crying. It did not look like she was faking it, so perhaps this was all a misunderstanding. Luke was about to propose to her, so I did not want things to end badly between us.

I wiped away the spit on my face and sucked in a deep breath. As I suppressed the anger in my chest, I said, “You’re mistaken. I’m not your boyfriend’s new woman.”

Once I said that, Cynthia started crying even harder. Her father pinched me in revenge, and a bruise formed on my arm. I yelped in pain.

“You came here to seduce my daughter’s boyfriend, and you still won’t admit it?! You had the guts to go for a taken man, but don’t have the guts to admit it? We’ll beat you until you admit it!”

I turned my face away and gritted my teeth.

“This is my home. Why can’t I come back here?”

Cynthia, who had been weeping softly all this while, suddenly screamed, as if she had heard something shocking.

“This is my boyfriend’s mansion! And what’s his is also mine! You asked my boyfriend for keys multiple times, and you think that makes this place yours?!”

I had indeed asked Luke for keys because I had left them with him for safekeeping. They were mine, so I was not in the wrong for asking him to return them to me.

Besides, the mansion had always been under my name. Luke only kept the keys safe while I was away.

I then told the people the origins of all the items in the living room.

“My grandfather hired an Italian designer to make the carpet under your feet and the couch. I bought the tea set on the table in France when I was eighteen years old.”

“She sounds confident and doesn’t look like she’s lying. Is she telling the truth?” Someone looked at Cynthia, but she just seethed.

“Stop pretending. You did your research on my boyfriend’s mansion, so what? You must be seducing him for his money! Stop pretending that you own the mansion! I’m telling you now, I’m the real owner of the place!”

Cynthia brought out the keys, and the other livestreamers regained their confidence. They agreed with what she said.

I wanted to say something, but Cynthia’s brother slapped me, and my cheeks stung.

Cynthia’s mother pointed at my pearl earrings and said in disdain, “You’re unworthy of wearing such nice pearl earrings. You must have used Luke’s money to buy them.

“You’re cheap and a gold digger. People like you should be exposed online and canceled for life.”

“Everyone, remember to like the video! We’re not just beating up a minx today, but also a gold digger!”

“Gold diggers do whatever it takes to get money. She might have slept with old men too…” The streamer let her sentence fade away and glared at me in disgust.

People flooded her livestream and insulted me. They cursed my parents and ancestors. I did not want to see the chat, but Cynthia’s father grabbed my head and forced me to look.

When Cynthia saw that everyone was on her side, she stopped hiding in her mother’s arms and crying. Finally, she shed her mask of fragility and walked forward to yank off my pearl earrings. Blood spilled out of my ears.

Pain surged through me, and I cried out in pain. The crowd started cheering.

“Great! This is amazing!”

“That’s how you should treat homewreckers. You’re finally fighting back!”

Once Cynthia got encouragement, she looked up and threw the earrings in my face. She shook her hand and said sarcastically, “The earrings stink of old men. They’ll just dirty my hand.”

Her brother grabbed my calf with one hand and caressed my inner thigh. Slowly, he pulled my leg closer to his body. I suppressed my disgust and struggled against him. When I hit his left cheek, he finally let go.

His mother screamed, “You shameless witch! You’re seducing my son now?!”

“He’s unworthy of it. I’m warning you now: molestation is a crime.”