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"Guys,look at how cunning this mistress is. Caught red-handed, and she’s still lying—says she’s her lover’s sister. Lucy, sophomore at Shanghai University’s School of Design. Different last names, and she thinks we’ll buy that garbage?""
I panicked. She was broadcasting my personal info to the world.
I tried to grab the ID, but two women pinned my arms.
Amanda, clearly feeling duped, slapped me twice—sharp cracks across each cheek. Stars exploded in my vision, and blood pooled in my mouth.
"You little bitch.Think you can play me? I'll tear you apart."
I was trapped too tightly to squirm.
"We are real siblings," I pleaded, but no one listened. Their eyes were glued to the villa’s opulent decor.
"Henry really splurged on his pet," Amanda hissed, scanning the room. "Smash it. Let’s give the viewers a show."
"Drop a big rocket, everyone! Demolition live stream starts NOW."
The decoration of this house was a wedding gift I gave to my older brother.I did everything myself,from the design drafts to choosing the design company.
For more than half a year,whenever I had time,I would come and supervise the workers.When I heard them say they were going to smash the house,I was extremely anxious.
"Stop! Don’t do this—it’s my work!"I wrenched free, clawing bloody streaks into my captors’ hands. They cursed, pressing me harder into the floor.
I wasn't sad about the money. I was sad about my hard work.
My desperation seemed to egg them on. In an instant,there was the sound of smashing and breaking in the room.
In just a few minutes,the house was in a mess.The latest model of the TV was smashed to pieces,the leather sofa was scratched all over,and even the antique vase was broken into pieces.
"You’re insane. I’m calling the police," I spat, fury grinding my teeth. The words reached my captors.
"Police? For a homewrecker? This is family business—we’re Amanda’s people, here to set things right." They shoved me, pinching and twisting until I curled into a ball.
"Wait—someone in chat says this painting’s a masterpiece? $400 million?" The streamer’s exaggerated gasp snagged my attention."Hands off that painting. You can’t afford the damage—it’s worth $500 million," I warned.
“Henry wouldn’t blow that kind of cash on a real painting for her,” scoffed one woman.
“Has to be a fake.”
“Even if it is, look how worked up she is. Must be valuable enough,” another chimed, lingering near the canvas.
“Leave it alone. Ruin it, and you’ll be bankrupt for life.”
This painting was bought back anonymously by my older brother at an auction.He specifically told me to hang it in his new home.
Upon hearing my words,Amanda became even angrier.
"I asked Henry for a diamond ring worth fifty million,but he refused to buy it for me.Yet he's willing to spend five hundred million on a lousy painting for you.You really deserve to die."
She turned around and shouted at the group of people in front of the painting,"Destroy it. Now."
"Guys,come and see stepping on a world-famous painting.Isn't it exciting?"
Soon they took down the painting,pried off the frame,and slammed dirty heels into the canvas—the work of my brother’s favorite artist. I silently prayed in my heart that these footprints could be repaired by a restorer in the future.
"Get scissors.Expensive art must mean expensive love, right? Let’s cut her precious token to ribbons.”
All fight drained from me.
"Amanda,you'll regret this."
Hadn’t my brother called her “gentle,” “angelic”? Did he even recognize the monster she’d become?
