Brianna sobbed miserably in front of her viewers. "Do you hear that, guys? The side chick is threatening me!"

The viewers got all worked up and left agitated comments to egg her on.

No matter how desperately I fought back, I was outnumbered. Brianna instructed some of them to haul me into a car.

Just as I was about to ask where they were taking me, Brianna produced a rag to blindfold me. I slowly lost consciousness.

By the time I regained consciousness, I found myself in what seemed like a karaoke room with dim lighting. My face and body stung with pain.

There was a group of over 20 people in the room. They circled and stared at me when they noticed that I had come round.

Amidst the crowd, Brianna was still streaming with her phone pointed straight at me.

"Oh, you're awake now?" Brianna appeared excited to see me awake.

"Is this the homewrecker you were talking about, Bree? That bag that she's carrying is worth several hundreds of thousands. Your boyfriend didn't buy her that, did he?"

"Oh, what a shameless woman! Did she really get Spencer to buy her such an expensive bag?"

Before I could even get my bearings straight, I heard several people from the crowd berating me aloud.

Hang on, did they say Spencer? Was Brianna's boyfriend that they were talking about my brother, Spencer Crawford?

I had indeed heard Spencer mention that his first love, whom he'd been waiting for all these years, was finally coming back to Vireslo. He had even made a dinner reservation at the best rooftop restaurant in the city to introduce us to each other tonight.

But from what I heard from him, his first love was a gentle, understanding, sweet, and nice young lady! How could she possibly be the vile and malicious Brianna?

But I recalled how pitiful she looked in her live-stream earlier today, and I couldn't help thinking to myself that this woman was far more than what met the eye.

I looked her in the eye and enunciated each word clearly, "If the person you're referring to is Spencer Crawford, the CEO of Everbright Group, I suggest you let me go right this instant. I'm Spencer's sister, and he'll make every single one of you pay!"

The room fell silent momentarily before they all burst out laughing. Brianna guffawed as though she'd heard the greatest joke of the century.

"Are you finally admitting to having a relationship with Spencer? What age are we in now? Are you still trying to play the fool with me? I've known Spencer since our college days, and he'd never mentioned anything about having a sister!"

Without even giving me a chance to explain myself, Brianna held my chin in a vise-like grip.

She said viciously, "I told Spencer that I'd be on a flight back to Vireslo this afternoon. He initially agreed to come and pick me up, but he bailed on me at the last minute today. He claimed that he's got an important meeting he couldn't afford to miss. I say he's going to the music festival with you, isn't he?"

I forcefully turned my head away and exclaimed exasperatedly, "I'm going to the music festival with my best friend! How delusional are you to put together such a story?"

That seemed to piss Brianna off as a venomous look appeared on her face. She turned to a few of her friends beside her and instructed, "Go and bring it in! I'd like to see how much longer she'll run her smart mouth!"

Upon receiving Brianna's instruction, several of the women ran out eagerly.

My heart sank as a bad premonition came over me. I feigned calmness and tried to reassure myself. I warned her, "What are you up to, Brianna? If you try anything funny, Spencer will never forgive you!"

Brianna was hell-bent on having Spencer for herself. She said to me condescendingly, "And why are you so confident about that? Rip her clothes off!"

Two of her friends came forward and began tearing my clothes off me.

I desperately pulled my jacket around me, but as they'd tortured me for so long, I no longer had much energy left to fight. Eventually, I was outnumbered yet again, and they succeeded in taking my clothes off.

Considering the fact that the live-stream was still ongoing, Brianna had no choice but to leave my bralette on.

I spat at her in disdain. "Is this all you're capable of? Your low-handed tactics of ripping clothes off and cursing another woman are utterly disgusting!"

"Shut up!" Brianna yelled, livid.

Then, two of her friends came up beside me and forced me down to my knees. Brianna stood proudly in front of me and haughtily gave me several slaps across the face.

My face burned from the pain and swelled up in a matter of minutes. This was the first time I'd ever been abused in my life!

Taking advantage of a moment when their guards were down, I broke free from their hold and used all the energy I had left in me to deliver a heavy slap to Brianna's face.

As she was caught off guard, Brianna stumbled and fell to the floor. She cupped her cheek in her hand and shouted, "How dare you hit me? Get her!"

Her friends behind her pounced on me instantly and pinned me to the floor before they beat me up.

In a split second, I felt as though all my bones were shattered. I spat out a mouthful of blood and saw stars.

As I was pinned on the floor, I took a good look at all the people in the room. Not a single one of them came forward to stop things. In fact, some of them even took joy in filming everything with their phones.

The live-stream viewers were riled up too, and comments about how satisfying this was to them quickly flooded the comments section.

"Good job! Mistresses like her deserve to be taught a lesson!"

"Let's see if she'll still behave so cockily. This shut her up, didn't it?"

"If only all homewreckers were punished like this! I don't think anyone would dare intrude on other people's relationships if this were the case. Great job, Brianna!"

The crowd cheered Brianna on, further exciting her. She hurriedly got her friends to stop.

Just as I thought that she was done messing with me and was going to let me go, her friends who had gone out earlier returned.

"We got what you want!"

I followed everyone's gazes and saw what it was that they retrieved. It was a red, hot branding iron!

Under my terrified gaze, Brianna slowly walked up to me and pressed it down forcefully on my back.

I let out a blood-curdling shriek.

The words "shameless homewrecker" were burned into my back. Brianna seemed proud of what she'd done and looked at me smugly. "Let's see if you still have the guts to seduce other men in the future!"

I was tortured to the brink of death and even caught a familiar whiff of burning flesh. I nearly passed out from the pain. Opening my mouth to speak, I wasn't even able to make a sound.

I felt like I wasn't going to make it out alive. Was this really going to be the end of me?

Just as I was about to give up all hope of surviving, I heard someone exclaim excitedly, "Mr. Crawford is here!"