Chapter 1

On my 18th birthday, I showcased the custom gown my father gave me online, only to be mistaken for a mistress by my father's girlfriend.

She showed up with her influencer friends, held livestreaming gear and a banner that read "Kill Mistresses," and brutally attacked me.

She sneered, "Being a mistress at such a young age? What makes you think you can hook up with my man?

"You can't get enough attention, so you're going after older guys now, huh? You trash! I'm gonna teach you a lesson. Ladies, get her!"

A group of women pinned me down, wielding scissors to cut my dress while livestreaming the whole thing.

Even my mother's belongings were smashed by them.

In a frenzy, my father's girlfriend cut my face with a knife, writing "slut" and "mistress" on my body to humiliate me publicly.

I was tortured. Just as they were staging a wedding between me and a beggar for views, my father arrived.

"How dare you touch my daughter? I'll take your life!" he roared.

*****

After I finished studying abroad, my father sent me a gorgeous bouquet and a designer gown.

There was a little note from him that read, "Happy birthday, Amy. I always love you."

My mother passed away in an accident when I was really young, so I'd been living overseas with my grandma ever since.

I didn't return home until my 18th birthday.

My father had always been busy with work, but when it came to me, he never slacked off. Even the gifts he picked were always exactly my style.

I slipped into the dress he gave me, held the bouquet, and posted a few pictures online.

I captioned it: [Love from Dad.]

Within minutes, the likes started flooding in.

I worked as a model overseas and had a lot of followers, so the likes broke ten thousand in no time.

I was scrolling through the comments, cracking up at most of them, when two remarks stopped me cold.

[Homewreckers like you deserve to die. Just wait, bitch!]

[Dad? Is that what you call your sugar daddy, you little slut?]

Those nasty comments instantly made my blood boil. I checked the accounts, but they were both private.

Probably just hired haters sent by my rivals, since I was already kind of a known face in the modeling scene.

Stuff like this honestly happened all the time.

I deleted those comments without a second thought.

That night, I went live at my fans' request.

I was cracking up with my followers when a streamer called Wife-To-Be requested to join my stream.

I refused several times, but she just wouldn't give up, so eventually, I let her in.

The girl on the other end looked absolutely stunning, and behind her was a huge banner that spelled out her goal: "Kill Mistresses! Justice for the Wives!"

I thought she was kind of interesting, but her next question completely blindsided me.

She asked, "So, what's it like being a homewrecker?"

That question made my skin crawl, and the whole stream instantly exploded. Viewers were flooding in by the second.

I raised an eyebrow and fired back, "How am I supposed to know? I've never been one."

I rolled my eyes at her, but she just wouldn't quit.

She snapped, "You sly vixen, just you wait. Try stealing someone's boyfriend, and you'll pay.

"You call yourself a model, huh? Models like you are dirty to the bone, I bet."

As she kept hurling nastier insults, I told her she was crazy and ended the call.

But her fans flooded into my stream, tossing hate at me.

Seeing how the whole thing had gotten completely out of hand, I had no choice but to shut down my stream.

I kept thinking about it and just couldn't hold back anymore, so I grabbed my phone and called my father.

Later, I refreshed the app.

As expected, Wife-To-Be's account had already been banned.

That's how efficient my father always was.

But I still ended up crossing paths with her again.