My Brother’s Bride Insulted Me… Until She Learned Who I Really Am

At the end of the year, I turned down a lucrative overseas job for a high-end fashion show just so I could come home and do the bridal makeup for my brother's new wife.

But the moment I arrived, she casually—yet deliberately—asked me if I was still a virgin.

My gaze dropped on her pregnant belly. Thinking she was afraid I'd tease her for getting married while already expecting, I admitted openly that I wasn't.

I never expected her reaction.

She immediately swept all my makeup products onto the floor.

"Do you not realize today is my wedding day? How dare a filthy woman like you touch me?!"

"Go find someone pure to do my makeup! If your bad luck rubs off on me, my husband won't spare you!"

"And take your trashy makeup with you! I don't want secondhand items tainted by someone like you!"

I stared at her swollen belly for a long moment.

I honestly couldn't figure out how a woman who got pregnant before marriage had the guts to call anyone else 'unclean.'

I calmly gathered the items on the floor, then called my brother.

"Your wife thinks I'm dirty," I said. "So I won't be doing her makeup."

"And that Maserati I gifted you—I'll be taking it back. Your wife says everything that comes from me brings bad luck."

——

My words clearly rattled him. "There must be some misunderstanding. Your sister-in-law, she—"

Before he could finish, Eliza snatched the phone and hurled it to the ground.

"How dare you make a call in my dressing room?!"

"What, planning to summon all those men you've slept with to defend you?"

"So annoying! My perfect wedding is ruined because of you!"

Bridesmaids rushed in after hearing the commotion. The moment they saw makeup scattered all over the floor, they froze.

Eliza pointed at me and shouted, "Who arranged this? Whose bright idea was it to get unchaste to do my makeup?!"

"Such disgusting bad luck!"

Several bridesmaids wrinkled their noses as they looked at me.

"No wonder I smelled something the moment I walked in. Turns out it was a slut in the room."

"What are you still standing here for? Get out!"

"Exactly! Eliza is the real daughter of the Campbell family—the one they just found! Because of her, Campbell Group's stock price has been skyrocketing for months!"

"Offend her, and you won't survive in San Antonio!"

I quietly picked up my phone, my lips curling in a cold smile.

Campbell Group?

The only reason their stock price was rising was because I found out about my brother's fiancée ahead of time, pulled some strings overseas, and boosted the company for a while.

I just never expected Eliza to use this as an excuse to act like a tyrant.

She didn't know—if I wanted that stock price to crash, it would crash.

With that thought, I lifted a broken palette from the ground and said slowly, each word sharp and clear, "Why don't you think about how you're going to compensate me first?"

Every product on the floor was from the highest-end luxury brands. The total easily exceeded a million.

Hearing that, Eliza burst into mocking laughter. "A gold digger is still a gold digger. Exposed for not being a virgin and immediately breaking down?"

"Now she's even trying to extort money."

The bridesmaids chimed in, kicking aside the scattered products.

"Look at these brands—never seen or heard of them. These must be some cheap knockoffs."

"Good thing Eliza noticed early. Imagine if she let this woman touch her face—it would've been ruined!"

"And who knows what diseases a woman like her carries? Using her things? Absolutely disgusting!"

I ignored them and simply took photos of the damaged makeup.

The loss was easily over a million, enough to file a case.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Eliza's voice grew even more triumphant as I stayed silent.