Just because I playfully teased my father while riding in the Maybach, his illegitimate daughter mistook me for his mistress.

She, along with a group of self-proclaimed "Mistress Punishment Association" online judges, confronted me at home.

"What, you have the nerve to be a mistress but lack the courage to admit it?"

"We, the online judges, specialize in punishing shameless bitches like you!"

As they spread malicious rumors about me on their livestreams, they also destroyed everything in my house.

Looking at the mess in the house, I calmly called my private lawyer.

"Reduce my father's monthly living expenses from one million to six hundred dollars.

"Also, his illegitimate daughter has damaged antique collectibles and luxury items worth tens of millions in my house. Make sure he compensates me!

"Why, a man who married into a rich family has the nerve to keep a mistress but lacks the courage to admit it?"

1

When I was revising my graduation thesis at home, someone in the homeowners' group posted a link.

I clicked on it, and it turned out to be an outdoor livestream.

In the livestream, a group of people were holding banners and chanting slogans at the entrance of a community.

The red banners with white letters read, [Punish mistresses, everyone is responsible].

As they passionately shouted their slogans, they interacted with their viewers in the livestream.

"My friends, please follow me. I will reveal the true face of this mistress in a moment!"

With that, they walked into the community.

When the live camera swept over the entrance of the community, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. Wasn't this my community?

The comments in the livestream were flying by rapidly.

[No way, this seems to be my community. How unlucky it is that I live in the same community with a mistress!]

[I thought there were no morally bankrupt people in high-end communities. It seems I was too naive.]

[I hate mistresses the most. My dad had a mistress outside and they even had a son. Hurry up. I want to see you beat the mistress up!]

Seeing the number of people in the livestream continue to soar, the host excitedly shouted to the camera, "Hey guys, let's get my livestream to two hundred thousand likes! That's the motivation I need to break into this bitch's door."

Watching the host's exaggerated performance, I couldn't help but frown.

People nowadays are willing to do anything for popularity and attention.

Just as I was about to exit the livestream, suddenly, I saw a familiar figure.

Wasn't that Mila Graham from my dormitory?

In the first semester of our junior year, my father went to great lengths to transfer her from another school to our class.

He claimed that Mila was a relative from his hometown and that he needed to take care of her.

However, since I didn't live in the dormitory, I wasn't familiar with her.

At this moment, Mila was crying in front of the camera, tears streaming down her face.

"My parents have always had a loving and exemplary relationship. It was well-known. But ever since this bitch appeared, everything has changed. She's young but skilled in seduction. When my mother found out, she was so angry that she had a heart attack and is now in the hospital.

"But this bitch is still shamelessly pestering my dad, leaving no way out for my mom."

Mila's crying instantly won the sympathy of the viewers in the livestream.

Everyone expressed their willingness to help her seek justice and punish the mistress who had disrupted her parents' relationship.

As I watched this farce, I couldn't help but marvel at how small the world really was, to be able to hear gossip about a classmate.

However, I was so busy revising my graduation thesis that I had no energy to pay attention to these gossips.

After closing the livestream, I sent my revised thesis to my teacher.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to call Qiana Ziegler who shared the same dormitory with me.

"Hey, Qiana, is Mila in the dormitory?"

Qiana was a little surprised.

"No, she hasn't been in the dorm for a few days. I heard she took leave from classes because of some personal reasons. What's going on?"

I replied, "Qiana, could you find out what happened to Mila? She's a relative of my father, and I want to see if I can help."

Just as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

As soon as I opened the door, a powerful force pushed me to the ground.

A group of people rushed into my house.

I looked closely and realized that they were the same group of hosts from the livestream who had been clamoring to punish the mistress.

How did they end up coming to my house?

When the leading host spotted me and excitedly pointed the camera at my face.

"My friends, this is the shameless mistress!

"No wonder she doesn't want to work hard at such a young age. Just look at the luxurious house she lives in. If she didn't take shortcuts, how could she afford it?"

Immediately afterwards, this group of people surrounded me and started pointing at my nose and scolding me for being shameless.

Overwhelmed by the noise and frustration, I shouted, "You've got it all wrong! I am not some mistress!"

As soon as I finished speaking, a rotten egg smashed onto my face.

"You bitch. We have caught you, yet you still want to argue!

"My mother's retirement pension is only three thousand dollars a month, and here you are living in such a luxurious house with my father's money. You have no shame!"

A foul smell spread over my body, and I looked closer to see that it was Mila who had thrown the egg at me.

Seeing my disheveled state, the hosts sneered.

"Look at you, appearing so innocent, but what did you choose to do? A mistress! How shameless!"

"That's right! Young girls these days don't want to work hard anymore. They would rather sleep with men twice their age just to live a comfortable life. It's truly a decline in morality."

When the neighbors heard the noise, they gathered around my house to see what was happening.

They held up their phones, capturing photos and videos of me. And their faces filled with disdain.

Feeling somewhat helpless, I took out a tissue and wiped my face. I said coldly, "You are Mila Graham, right? I'm Bethany Dawson, your dormmate. You've clearly mistaken me for someone else. I don't know your father, so how could I possibly be his mistress? Considering we are dormmates, I'll let this go. You should take these people and leave immediately."

When Mila transferred to our class, my father specifically told me to take good care of her.

However, since I kept a low profile at school and was already interning at the company when she arrived, we didn't have much interaction.

She was ultimately a victim of her father's affair. For my father's sake, I didn't intend to make a fuss with her.

To my surprise, Mila's voice grew even louder after hearing my words.

"Why, you have the nerve to be the mistress for a man much older than you but lack the courage to admit it?"

As she spoke, she took out her phone and played a video in front of me.

"These are all proof that you are my dad's mistress! You are so shameless for some money!"

I took a closer look and realized that the so-called evidence was actually a video of my father picking me up in his Maybach.

It was my birthday that day. He picked me up at the school gate with a big bouquet of white roses and bought me a bag that I liked.

I was so happy that I gave him a big hug before getting in the car.

It was at that moment, I finally realized the truth. Mila's father was also my father, Richard Graham.

And the mistress she accused of being financially supported by his father was actually me.

In fact, Richard was not my biological father.

My biological father died when I was very young.

My mother had married Richard because I was being ridiculed at school for not having a father.

Before the marriage, Richard signed an agreement with my mother, stating that he willingly joined our family and had no interest in our wealth.

Plus, he was really nice to me, so my mother accepted him.

It wasn't until my mother's car accident that I found out the truth.

But at that time, I had already regarded Richard as my biological father.

So, even without a blood relationship, I continued to provide him with one million dollars per month as living expenses through my lawyer after my mother's death.

But I never expected that he had already started a separate family and even had Mila while deceiving my mother.

If he wanted to form a new family, I could understand.

But why did he betray my mother when she was still alive?

Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger in my heart and said coldly, "Mila, I advise you to do some investigation into my relationship with Richard. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

Mila rolled her eyes.

"What's there to investigate? My parents had a strong bond, and it was because of you bitch, that my father changed his heart!

"You only seduced my dad because you were young. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to compare to my mom."

The hosts chimed in.

"That's right! Acting so innocent, what else are you good at other than selling yourself and shamelessly being with your roommate's father? He could be your dad with his age. How shameless!"

"Innocent? It's all an act. This appearance might deceive some older men, but we won't fall for it!"

Seeing that everyone was on her side, Mila excitedly lifted the jade plate on the table and threw it onto the ground.

As the jade shattered, her expression became even more triumphant.

"What I despise most is the mistresses kept by rich men.

"Women like this are a cancer to society and should be executed!"

Finishing her words, she took out a can of spray paint from her bag and sprayed two large blood-red words on my entry door: "Mistress, die."

Looking at the words on the door, I stared at Mila and said coldly, "Mila, soon you will realize who the word mistress is referring to."

When Mila heard what I said, she rushed to me again and started to curse. "You shameless bitch! You were being kept by my father, yet you dare to speak in such a sarcastic manner. I'll give you a good slap!"

As she said that, Mila raised her arm and was about to slap me.

I grabbed her wrist and threw her aside in annoyance. "I'm warning you, take these people away immediately, or I'll call the police and sue you for trespassing!"

Mila had a look of disbelief on her face. "You, a mistress, dare to argue with me? I have seen shameless people before, but never seen someone as shameless as you!

"Everything you eat, live in, and use are all paid by my dad. I can come whenever I want. What right do you have to interfere? Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my mother, you shameless bitch!"

After saying that, Mila went crazy and started smashing things in my house.

Seeing this, the hosts also joined in the smashing.

They smashed while interacting with the audience in the livestream.

"I've punished so many mistresses, but this is the first time I've seen someone so arrogant."

"Maybe she has more than one Sugar Daddy. God knows how many families she has ruined."

"My friends, please follow me. I will take you on a firsthand perspective of tearing down this mistress' house."

As soon as these words were spoken, the livestream instantly erupted, and the number of viewers soared to over a hundred thousand.

Everyone was urging the hosts to act quickly.

As I watched the collection in my home about to be destroyed, I issued a final warning.

"I advise you to stop immediately. These items were all collected by my father during his lifetime. They are priceless. If you destroy them, not only will you have to bear substantial compensation, but you will also end up in jail. Think it through."

When Mila heard this, she became even crazier.

She reached out and grabbed the most exquisitely framed painting from the bookshelf, tearing it to shreds.

"So what if I destroy them? As a mistress like you, how dare you even collect these artworks?"

Mila was still not satisfied, so after tearing it apart, she splashed ink on it.

The host next to Mila was a bit stunned looking at the shredded pieces on the ground.

"The one you just tore apart seems to be an authentic of Monet. I saw it at an auction before, and it seemed to be sold to a mysterious tycoon for fifty million dollars. Could this really be true?"

When Mila heard this, her hand trembled in fear. She probably didn't expect this painting to be so valuable.

At that moment, another host sarcastically remarked, "It must be fake. How could she, a female college student, afford such expensive artwork?

"Besides, even if it's real, she used Mila's dad's money to buy them all.

"Is there anything wrong with a daughter smashing her own father's belongings?"

These words made me burst into laughter out of anger.

Richard was just a son-in-law who married into our family. After marrying my mother, he didn't have much ambition and only held a low-level position in our company.

The monthly salary he received barely covered his living expenses.

Later, when my mother passed away, I saw how heartbroken he was, so I had the lawyer transfer one million dollars every month as his living allowance and even gave him my mother's second-hand Maybach to drive.

But even so, he couldn't afford those paintings.

Relatives in my family would often say that if it weren't for my mother, Richard would probably only be capable of being a security guard at the company.

But unexpectedly, Mila believed what that host said.

"You're right, my dad's money is my money. All these things were bought with my dad's money. I smashed my own family's things, what does it have to do with a mistress?!

"Everyone, smash! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

After receiving Mila's instructions, everyone immediately became motivated and smashed even harder.

All the other famous paintings and sculptures in the study were completely destroyed.

The luxury shoes, handbags, and haute couture dresses in my bedroom couldn't escape the fate of being ruined either.

Even the silk bedding on my bed was soaked in dirty water by them.

Seeing that neither kind persuasion nor stern warnings could stop this group of people's madness.

I had no choice but to take out my phone and prepare to call the police.

However, before I could dial, a sharp-eyed host noticed.

With a vicious expression, he snatched the phone from me and forcefully threw it to the ground.

"Bah! A mistress has the nerve to call the police?

"Don't think that the law can't handle mistresses like you, so you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, what the law can't handle, our internet judges will!

"Our online judges specialize in dealing with morally corrupt bitches like you!"

Seeing my phone shattered on the ground, the audience in the livestream cheered in satisfaction.

The home that was once like a work of art turned into a garbage dump in an instant.

I watched those frenzied hosts, their eyes filled with anger, and said coldly, "You are enjoying smashing things so much now. I hope you will have the same enthusiasm when it's time to pay for your actions and end up in jail. Don't come crying and begging me then."

But my words meant nothing to them. On the contrary, they became even more enthusiastic in their smashing.

While they smashed, they interacted with the audience in the livestream.

"Hey, guys, do you feel a sense of satisfaction?

"A morally corrupt bitch like this has no right to possess these good things!

"If the artists who created these paintings knew that their works were being collected by a mistress, they would be furious.

"Everyone, give us likes. Let's get the likes up to three hundred thousand, and we'll keep smashing!"

Watching this group of people whose minds were clouded by popularity, I didn't say anything more.

I had already said what needed to be said.

But it's true that it's difficult to reason with those damned fools.

Luckily, when I moved into this house, I installed surveillance cameras at the entrance.

Everyone involved in this farce, whether they were big hosts or small followers, wouldn't be able to escape.

Seeing how calm I was, one host sneered and said,

"Hey, guys, this bitch is so composed. Could it be that there are still some treasures hidden in her house that we haven't found? Let's search together."

Hearing that, Mila flipped over the mattress in my bedroom.

In the hidden compartment of the bed frame, a black velvet box was revealed.

My face changed drastically when I saw this.

"Don't touch that box!"