Chapter 3 My Home Was Wrecked, and They Threatened to Disfigur…
Chapter 3 My Home Was Wrecked, and They Threatened to Disfigure Me
“This one was custom–made.”
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With a wealthy father, I had never worn anything off the rack. From the time I was a kid, everything I owned had been tailored, usually marked with my initials.
But Jade wasn’t about to listen. She kept throwing jabs at me with her nasty tone. “Wow, look at you–custom clothes, huh? Must be nice. Bet you’re feeling real fancy now. But I’m not just going to ruin your clothes–I’m going to trash this whole place! What are you going to do about it?”
With that, she grabbed a vase and raised it like she was about to smash it on the floor, but a sharp–eyed bystander suddenly shouted, “Wait–isn’t that the Faberge egg from that auction a few days ago? With commission, it went for like nine million!”
Jade froze mid–swing, cold sweat beading on her forehead. But then her eyes lit up, as if she just recalled something, and she shouted confidently, “No need to panic, everyone! I’ve seen the messages between her and my husband. This homewrecker’s obsessed with luxury knockoffs–loves them! This Faberge egg? It’s totally fake!”
A nearby streamer chimed in with a mocking laugh. “Typical mistress behavior–filling her house with knockoffs like she’s got something to prove. And even if it is real, so what? Ms. Simmons, you’ve got nothing to worry about. She’s been spending your husband’s money, right? So technically, it’s your stuff. What’s wrong with smashing what’s yours? Why should you have to pay her anything?”
I couldn’t help but laugh–furious as I was.
Benjamin had built his business with money I’d faked a lottery win to give him. And as for skills? He had none. His company barely scraped by thanks to all the support I provided, front and back. After a few rough years, he was finally making a million a year. Not bad, sure–but not nearly enough for a real Faberge egg.
The antiques and art pieces filling this house were all the real deal. Any one of them could fetch tens of millions if I took it out to sell. But Jade still believed she was in the right.
“That’s right!” she shouted proudly. “All this was bought with my husband’s money–so that means it was my money! Which means it’s my stuff! If I want to break my own things, what business is it of yours? Smash it all, everyone! Don’t hold back!”
With that, Jade hurled the Faberge egg to the floor, shattering it into pieces.
The rest of them charged in like they were high on something, spreading out in every direction and tearing the place apart. They smashed antiques, ripped paintings, and slashed custom–made dresses and limited–edition bags to shreds.
Watching this crazed mob wreck my home, I pulled out my phone to call the police.
I had just typed 911 when a streamer lunged at me, snatching the phone and smashing it against the floor.
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“You lying little mistress, trying to call the cops, huh?”
“What a nasty b*tch! Trying to play the victim now? Have you no shame?!”
“Exactly! You chose to be a mistress–you should’ve expected this kind of payback!”
“Don’t think just because being a mistress isn’t illegal, you get to act like there are no consequences! We, the Karma Crew, are professionals in dealing with sc*m like you!”
Gifts and messages flooded the livestream chat.
So satisfying! Homewreckers like her deserve to be punished!”
Seeing the money roll in from the viewers, the streamers doubled down on their destruction, hyping up the audience the entire time.
“Folks, are you feeling the rush? Mistresses are always gold–diggers–look at all these knockoffs she’s got. Tap that follow button, give us a like, send more gifts–we’ll keep the energy going for you!”
I shrugged. Let them break things now–we’d see how happy they are when it was time to pay up. The entire house was under 1/2
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surveillance. I had clear footage of who smashed what, and when the bill came due, none of them would get away clean.
In less than 15 minutes, the place was a total disaster. Not a single intact item remained. But the Karma Crew still wasn’t done. With the livestream viewer count climbing fast, they didn’t want to leave.
“This isn’t enough, folks! Shall we do something even crazier?”
Their gazes turned sinister as they looked at me–like a pack of animals. I felt a spike of danger and turned to bolt, but Jade grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? If you all walk away right now, I won’t press charges.”
Jade mocked me in a twisted, dramatic voice. “Oh no, I’m so scared. Should I beg you with folded to let us go? Maybe say thank you for your mercy?”
The streamers howled with laughter.
“Who even are you? You’re just a mistress. None of this crap is yours–what right do you have to ‘press charges‘?”
“Exactly. Don’t act like you’re something special. We’re doing this in the name of justice, got it? And there are hundreds of thousands of viewers backing us up.”
The livestream comments immediately echoed their cheers.
‘Exactly! Look how arrogant she is. People like her need to be put in their place!‘
‘Go on, do whatever it takes! Make her cry and regret everything!‘
Jade lifted her chin proudly like some queen on a throne, surrounded by her mob. “I say we ruin her face. Let’s see how she plans to seduce anyone without that pretty little face of hers.”
Her words triggered a wave of agreement around the room.
“She’s right! All mistresses care about is their looks. Ruin her face and no man will ever want her again!”
The crowd had lost all sense of reason, and someone handed Jade a knife.
I struggled as hard as I could, but a few people pinned me down.
Jade’s hand came closer, the knife glinting just inches from my face. My breathing turned ragged–I could hardly get air in.
Then, right before the blade touched me, a sharp pain ripped through my lower abdomen.
“Blood! She’s bleeding!”
