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After picking up the marriage certificate, I felt a little sleepy and wanted to go home to rest.
I hadn’t slept all night because of the excitement.
From that moment on, I was Dylan Austin’s legal wife.
“The company still has some things to deal with. I’ll leave first,” Dylan said flatly.
“Wait.”
“What now? I’ve already married you. Aren’t
you satisfied?”
Seeing the impatience on Dylan’s face, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured
over my once–excited mood.
“Will you be back tonight? After all, it’s our wedding night…”
“Depends.”
I stood there, staring as Dylan got into his car and drove off.
I had chased after Dylan for five years, and now, my wish had finally come true.
It was fine. Since Dylan had agreed to marry me, he must still have feelings for me.
I tried to comfort myself.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
I opened it to find a well–made–up woman standing outside, glaring at me coldly.
“Are you Eva Bates?”
I nodded.
Before I could react, I was suddenly shoved hard, and I fell to the ground, completely
unprepared.
The pain made me grit my teeth.
A group of people squeezed into the small room.
Someone quickly shut and locked the door.
Before I could make sense of what was happening, several women rushed over and pinned
my hands and feet down. The well–made–up woman slapped me hard across the face.
“You d*mn mistress! How dare you seduce someone else’s fiancé? I’ll beat you into a cripple today if you keep trying to steal Dylan!”
Another dozen slaps landed on my face.
I was dizzy from the beating, my face numb with pain, and I could barely speak.
“I… I don’t know you! You broke into my home and attacked me, that’s illegal! I’ll call the
police!”
My words had no effect. The woman sneered, dismissing me with a cold laugh.
“A mistress accusing me of something? This is the first time I’ve seen this! Go ahead. Call the
口 and ruin your reputation! You’re just a mistress! Even if I beat you to death, it would be your fa for being so cheap! B**ch! I’ll beat you whenever I want, so what? Are you waiting for a special day?”
police! I’ll just expose how you seduced my fiancé online! Let everyone point their fingers at
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She said that she had pressed the heel of her 4–inch stiletto into my hand and ground it
down.
A sharp pain shot through my entire body, my nerves screaming in agony.
I could hear other women laughing mockingly around me.
“A sl*t who thinks she’s something special! You should take a good look at yourself. How do you think you compare to Ivy Bates?”
“I want to see what’s so special about your face that Dylan likes you.”
“Oh… you’re pretty, but if I ruin your face, I want to see if Dylan still likes you!”
Someone yanked my hair back painfully as if trying to rip my scalp off.
Forced to tilt my head back, I was humiliated by their looks.
The intense pain made me break out in cold sweat.
Listening to them, I finally understood.
This woman in front of me was in love with Dylan and thought I was the mistress.
Through the pain, I managed to say, “I’m not a mistress. I’m Dylan’s wife! If you don’t believe
me, you can call him!”
“Ah!”
The woman, Ivy, pressed harder on my hand with her heel, and I screamed in agony.
The pain made me pale, and I couldn’t stop trembling.
My hand!
It hurt so much!
It felt like it was going to break!
Ivy was pleased with my suffering. She bent down, gently patting my face.
Her long nails scraped my face, leaving a stinging burn.
“You think I’m stupid? Calling Dylan now will just make him pity you. You really are a
shameless b**ch, but I’m not buying it! Beat her up! Break her hands!”
With her command, a flurry of punches landed on me from all directions.
Other women in high heels kicked me in the stomach and face repeatedly.
The pain was so intense that I could only hug myself tightly and curl up into a ball, like a stray dog by the side of the road.
Blood poured from my nose and mouth, smearing all over my face.
“I have a marriage certificate! I’m Dylan’s legitimate wife, not some mistress!”
My screams were quickly drowned out by the curses of the crowd.
I had lost all willpower from the beating and mumbled, “You’re breaking the law! If I die or end up disabled, you’ll all be held legally responsible! Anyone who hits me won’t get away with it!”
Maybe my words had some effect because the punches suddenly stopped.
Soon after, a woman spat at me with disdain, the saliva hitting my face.
“Pfft! Ivy is the heir to Mr. Bates‘ daughter! You know Mr. Bates? You’re just a country bumpkin! Mr. Bates is the richest man in this town, even the police chief has to show him respect! You’re nothing but a mistress, a worthless one! Even if we kill you or cripple you, who cares?”
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nothing but a mistress, a worthless one! Even if we kill you or cripple you, who cares?”
I had been feeling dizzy, but when I heard the name Mr. Bates, I immediately snapped back
to reality.
I looked at the woman in front of me, beautifully made–up yet arrogantly sneering.
How come I didn’t know I had a sister?
