Chapter 2

"I know, right? I actually thought she looked nice when she checked in. You really can never tell. I absolutely despise homewreckers," another added.

They stood there enjoying the show, trampling whatever dignity I had left.

Selena straddled my chest and spat right in my face. "Still hoping someone will save you? A cheap whore like you deserves to be beaten in the streets. You make me sick!"

The pain was so blinding I could no longer speak.

I had worked myself to the bone my entire life, and this was the first time I had ever been so profoundly degraded.

Every inch of my body and soul ached. The ultimate irony was that I had bought a priceless diamond necklace for this exact monster.

"Beat the hell out of this bitch! Look how old she is, still out here sleeping around for cash. I don't even know what Tristan sees in her. Does he have a thing for older hags?" one friend yelled.

"Her Botox is probably wearing off! Her skin is already sagging, and she wears an inch of makeup. She's nothing but trash. Stop talking and just ruin her face," another chimed in.

Their eyes was gleaming with malice as they yanked my hair and ripped at my collar.

A crowd was gathering in the hallway now. People pulled out their phones, eagerly recording the drama for TikTok.

I struggled desperately, my tears mixing with the blood on my face. This only fueled Selena's sick sense of victory.

She pulled out her own phone, shoved the camera directly into my face, and pinched my jaw tightly. "Look at yourself, you whore.

"This is what happens to mistresses. Did you really think you were some irresistible beauty? You're just a cheap slut.

"Tristan was only playing with you for the thrill of it. It would have lasted a few days, tops."

She dug her long acrylic nails deep into my cheeks, leaving bleeding scratches.

Her friends pinned down my arms and legs while the others began tearing off my clothes, piece by piece.

I caught a glimpse of my pathetic, ruined state on Selena's phone screen. It was a humiliation that would haunt me forever.

Selena sneered, "Are you scared now, bitch? Did you think about this when you were throwing yourself at Tristan? Did you think about it when you were spending his money? That money belongs to me!

"I want to see exactly what kind of filthy body is hiding under these clothes."

Even though I fought with everything I had left, they stripped me down until I was in nothing but my lingerie, clinging to my last shred of decency.

But Selena was already reaching for my bra, determined to leave me completely naked.

Swallowing the blood in my mouth, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Selena, you're going to regret this! I'm Tristan's sister! His actual, biological sister!"

Selena's hand paused for a fraction of a second. I foolishly thought that such a clear explanation would put an immediate end to this nightmare.

At the very least, she would call Tristan and check her facts so I could keep my dignity.

Instead, she let out a loud snort, and her entire squad erupted into hysterical laughter.

"Are you kidding me? His sister? If you're his sister, then I'm the freaking Queen of England," Selena mocked.

"She probably means some sick incest roleplay! God, what a slut. Shouting such a disgusting bedroom kink in public? Have you no shame? I'm embarrassed for you!" One of her friends made an exaggerated, disgusted face and shivered.

Selena stomped her designer heel right onto my cheek. "You gold-digging bitch. You sleep your way to the top and now you want to be my sister?

"You're nothing but a rat living in the gutter. You will never see the light of day. You only deserve to be a side piece, you absolute trash!"

With one hand on her hip, she slammed her other fist into my face. The impact knocked one of my teeth completely loose, sending a spray of crimson blood blooming across the floor.

The bystanders cheered, snapping photos relentlessly.

"Strip her! What are you waiting for? A slut like her doesn't deserve an ounce of dignity."

"Make her walk home naked. Let's see if she ever tries to wreck another family after this."

Egged on by the crowd, Selena reached out and violently ripped off the rest of my clothes.

I screamed, raising my bruised and battered arms to desperately cover my chest. "Get away from me! Back off!"

"What are you screaming for? We aren't Tristan. We don't feel sorry for you," Selena sneered. "Isn't this how you make your living anyway?

"Why act so shy now? Pin her down. I'm recording this and posting it everywhere. Her life is officially over."

Selena's clique grabbed my arms and slammed me hard against the floor.

Selena shoved her phone in my face, recording non-stop with a sick smile. "Smile, tramp! How is anyone going to like you if you don't smile? Show us how you seduce married men."

She circled me, filming from every possible angle. I felt entirely helpless, completely suffocated by despair.

A few bystanders started looking uneasy, muttering among themselves.

"You know this is illegal, right? What if she actually is your fiancé's sister? You'll be screwed."

Even one of her bridesmaids loosened her grip, whispering nervously. "Maybe we should double check? Just in case?"

"There is no 'just in case'," Selena snapped. "My future sister-in-law would never be a cheap slut like this. Tristan told me himself she isn't flying in until tomorrow. Don't act like any random street trash can claim to be related to me."

She glared at me with absolute disgust. A chill shot right to my soul, filling me with bitter regret.

I had lied about arriving tomorrow because I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to make her feel truly welcomed into our family.

But that one good intention had backfired completely. She thought I was the other woman, and now I was getting beaten to a pulp for it.

"Alright, drag her to the car. A homewrecker like this deserves a much bigger audience," Selena said.