My Stepmother Turned Me into a Statue for My Father

The thin heel of Brenda's shoes stepped hard on my hand. "What are you trying to do? Thinking of complaining to my husband?"

I screamed from the pain. "I'm Rina Corman! My father won't let you get away with treating me this way!"

Brenda paused and narrowed her eyes to look at me.

I thought she finally realized how similar my eyes were to my father. "If you don't believe me, make a video call to my father right now!"

She unexpectedly laughed as if she were looking at someone dumb. "Can't you make up better stories?"

Her heel forced down on my hand harder, and there was disdain in her eyes. "Everyone knows that Wilson's daughter went blind from saving him. Don't you find it funny how you're glaring at me with your eyes while claiming to be his daughter?"

I felt a chill overcome me as I trembled. I could not say a word. It never occurred to me that my surprise for my father would become the reason I was in danger.

A black hood covered my head.

"Let me go! You don't need to do this! I'm really Rina Corman!"

I struggled with all my might, but it was useless. The bodyguards stuffed me roughly into the boot of the car.

Brenda was pushing them to speed up. "Make it fast or I'll be late to change into my wedding dress."

The car sped up. The ride was bumpy, and I passed out during the journey.

Shrill laughter woke me up, and I slowly regained consciousness.

"What are you doing?! Go away!" I was frightened. I wanted to get up and run.

The sounds of laughter mingled with my hysterical screaming. All the while, Lily kept taking photos from the side.

"Wait a minute. Let me take a better photo of you before continuing. This is a brilliant idea, Brenda! Not only will this vixen be taught an eternal lesson, but it'll also serve as a reminder to Mr. Corman that this little vixen he's secretly keeping is a promiscuous woman. He won't dare cheat on you after you're married."

"It's only right of me as his wife to watch out for him."

I could not remember how long I was tortured. I could no longer see their faces clearly. My condition was like a ragged doll. I could barely move while lying on the ground.

"S-She won't die, will she?"

A bodyguard looked worried. "Miss Brenda, you'll be having your wedding soon. Maybe it's best not to do anything that might bring bad luck. Mr. Corman has always emphasized—"

His words upset Brenda, and she interrupted him with a side glare, "That's just superstition!"

She smiled creepily after that. "But now that you mentioned it, a good day like this might need a splash of red for luck."