So now having a good figure was my fault?

Looking up, I saw Mariyah and the group of "wealthy wives", dressed in expensive luxury designer outfits, glaring at me, though I could tell some of their clothes were fake.

I had studied abroad years ago, and many of the guests here didn't recognize me.

Wiping my face clean, I looked straight into Mariyah's furious eyes.

"You're Mariyah, right? You've made a mistake. I'm not the maid, and you'd better apologize to me immediately."

Thinking it over, I left some room for compromise, assuming my dad had done something wrong.

After all, raising me hadn't been easy for him, and now that he had given me a huge fortune, I didn't want to ruin the rest of his life.

But Mariyah just scoffed and spat out venomous words.

"I've seen plenty of whores like you. Liars, every one of you!"

She yanked on the apron I was wearing, her tone aggressive.

"I'll teach you a good lesson today. I saw you on the security cameras, and you were shaking Jaime's arm and calling him baby!

"How shameful! He's old enough to be your father!"

She showed me a video clip.

I couldn't help but laugh.

That day, my dad and I were discussing how to organize my mom's death anniversary, and I joked that if my mom were still alive, Dad would still be her baby.

A little playful teasing between father and daughter had now become material for Mariyah to twist into something else entirely.

What a joke.

"What are you laughing at?" Mariyah demanded.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Mariyah, why don't you ask Jaime yourself who I am and what my relationship with him is?"

"I don't need to ask! Fiona Zamora, I've already investigated it. I know where you're from and how many men you've tricked. You're nothing but trash, trying to make men pity you!"

I was speechless. I'd taken my mom's last name, and all Mariyah could do after all her "investigation" was slander me?

Her behavior was worlds apart from the gentleness my dad had described.

"Nothing to say now, right? Kneel and apologize in the live stream!" Mariyah taunted, growing bolder.

The other wealthy wives took the chance to vent as well.

"Do you think Jaime's going to protect you? Dream on, he's just playing with you."

"You're young. Why not get a decent job?"

"Girls like her? She's good at selling herself. She's fishing for a big catch. Ladies, we've got to keep a close watch on our husbands!"

Mariyah publicly humiliated me in the livestream, egged on by the crowd of onlookers.

"Thank goodness we have these wives standing up for justice! Let's send gifts to make sure no more whores dare to try this again!" cheered the viewers.

It was clear to me now. Mariyah thought of herself as some kind of righteous avenger.

"If you won't ask, I'll let Jaime come here and explain himself."

I pulled out my phone and was about to call my dad.

But Mariyah, emboldened by the soaring viewer count, slapped my phone out of my hand.

"You whore! Trying to play the victim and flip the story on me?

"Restrain her!"

She tossed out a dog leash, and her friends immediately tied it around my neck, binding my hands as well.

That was when I noticed they had brought along several huskies and slobbering guard dogs.

"Mariyah! What are you doing? What right do you have to tie me up?"

I struggled, but there were too many of them, and I was quickly forced to the ground.

Mariyah held the leash, looking down at me from above.

The other guests, hearing her accusations, assumed I was the whore and didn't dare step forward.

One of the wealthy wives, laughing with delight, held up her phone and started recording close-ups of me.

"Ladies, don't hold back! Whatever you want me to do to this whore, type it in the comments!"

The crowd of viewers grew frenzied.

[Make her crawl like a dog!]

[Slap her face until it's swollen! See if she'll still be able to seduce men again!]

...

The comments were getting more and more vicious, and a cold sweat broke out across my back.

"Mariyah, have you lost your mind? This is the memorial I organized for my mom. It has nothing to do with your so-called whore! What you're doing is illegal!"

But Mariyah just threw her head back, laughing, and declared to the live stream.

"You're still trying to deny it, you whore? Memorial? A filthy maid can't even afford to hold a memorial for her dead mom. What's the point of you even being alive?

"Didn't you just scam all these things out of Jaime? Why isn't he here? Because he thinks you aren't worth it!

"Let me tell you something. I'm about to become the richest wife in town, and I can do whatever I want! You, a whore, are in no position to lecture me!"

The comments in the livestream multiplied, and the wealthy wives were gearing up for action.

At Mariyah's command, they unleashed the huskies to tear the place apart, scaring the guests into running for cover.

The wives smashed the jewelry, paintings, and decorations on display.

These were all treasures my mom had loved while she was alive.

Before long, the entire memorial for my mother had been destroyed.

"Smash it all! I want everything ruined! Jaime's money is also mine! I'm the richest wife in town, and I'll break everything if I want to!"

This group of people was truly insane!

Exhausted from the smashing, Mariyah sat down on a chair to rest, panting as she interacted with her livestream audience.

"Ladies, all this jewelry and artwork was stolen by that whore. They were originally mine, but they're filthy, so I don't want them! As the richest wife, I can smash my things if I want!

"Still, we real wives need to be magnanimous! After all, she did serve my man at one point..."

As she spoke, she picked up a shattered gemstone necklace from the floor and draped it around my neck indifferently.

The broken gems cut into my skin like blades.

It was bleeding.

But Mariyah, acting as if she were being generous, arrogantly declared, "Consider this a gift! Just accept it! Think of it as my breakup payment to you!"

I gritted my teeth in pain and said.

"Mariyah, as long as I'm here, you'll never step foot into the Sparks family! The richest wife? Dream on it!"

Hearing this, Mariyah flew into a rage, calling me a despicable woman.

Unable to vent her anger, she grabbed a spray can and vandalized my mother's portrait with the words "Cheap Woman" scrawled across it.

She then viciously insulted me.

"I bet your mother was a cheap woman too, to have given birth to a lowlife like you!"

The other wealthy wives became even more frenzied.

One projected the image of a hooker behind me, insulting me maliciously.

Another started editing a death portrait for me right on the spot, laughing, "Didn't you say this was a memorial? I'll make your photo ahead of time!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. Kneeling, I shifted to the side, trying to press the pager to call security.

But Mariyah noticed and stopped me instantly.

To prevent me from making any more moves, she tied my hands behind my back to a chair.

She gripped my chin and sneered.

"Who do you think you are? Trying to go up against us?

"I'm warning you. You're nothing but a humble whore. All you can do now is beg for mercy!"

I shouted again to stop her.

"Mariyah, have you lost your mind? Do you even realize what you're doing?!"

But Mariyah thought I was scared. She snorted coldly and said to me.

"Scared? It's too late for that!

"This is the price of your greed."

I stopped arguing with her. Whatever, my dad would be here soon.

Losing some money to make him see this woman's true colors would be worth it.

I watched numbly as Mariyah led the guard dogs and continued to smash everything.

She tore apart the dress and shawls my mom used to wear.

Seeing that I did not react, Mariyah flew into a frenzy.

She scanned the room and spotted my mother's portrait on a grand piano, with sheet music placed on top.

It was an intentional setup.

She immediately rallied the wives to grab tools and surround the piano.

"This piano was a gift from Jaime, wasn't it? But a maid like you doesn't deserve to play the piano!"

I panicked and warned them hurriedly, "Take your filthy hands off it!"

"Mariyah, don't go too far! If you destroy that piano today, you will regret it!"

But my words seemed to excite Mariyah even more.

She even thought this piano was a token of love between my dad and me.

A wealthy wife in the livestream asked, "Ladies, does anyone know about pianos? Is this one very expensive? Otherwise, why would this whore care so much?"

Soon, someone responded, saying the piano was old and not worth much.

But Mariyah didn't believe it. Holding a baseball bat, she threatened me, "Fiona, don't try to fool me. This piano must be an antique, right?"

Forced to concede, I told her the truth, "It's not worth much. It's my mother's piano and means a lot to me. If you want to vent your anger, go smash that vase over there instead. That vase is an antique worth fifty million dollars."

"How could that be? Still not telling the truth, right?"

With a mocking expression, Mariyah swung the baseball bat threateningly.

"Stop it!"

My heart was in my throat. I tried to force a pleading expression and spoke in a softer tone.

"Mariyah, I've told you that I'm Jaime's daughter. This piano was a gift from Jaime to my mother and is very important to me.

"If you want to vent your anger, go ahead, but don't destroy it!"

When my mom was young, she was a talented pianist, but back then my dad was poor and couldn't afford it.

After my mom helped him build his fortune from scratch, he bought this piano for her with the first money he earned.

I grew up listening to my mom play and learned to play the piano from her.

This piano held immense sentimental value for our entire family.

It was irreplaceable, no matter the cost.

Whenever my dad and I missed my mom, we would come and play the piano keys.

To save it, I was willing to beg Mariyah.

But my pleas and honesty only made Mariyah see it as a joke.

"You're hilarious. Jaime has no daughter. He only has a son abroad. Think about it before lying!"

I was speechless.

My mom passed away early, and although I was mischievous as a child, my dad never stifled my nature, even when I got a buzz cut.

So, years ago, there were media reports about Jaime's son.

Later, I came back from abroad a few years ago, joining the company without telling anyone.

Before I could explain, Mariyah had already raised the bat and struck.

With a loud noise, the old, fragile wooden piano was smashed to pieces by Mariyah.

The piano keys buzzed, and my heart shattered along with it.

"Stop!"

Tears streamed down my face instantly. The tender memory of my mom sitting at the piano during my childhood seemed to vanish with Mariyah's destruction.

Seeing my grief, Mariyah was especially pleased. She held her phone up to my face.

"Ladies, it seems this mission to get rid of the whore was very successful. She's heartbroken.

"This is a lesson to others, so no one dares to be a whore in the future."

I looked at Mariyah, my eyes filled with hatred. "Mariyah, I will make you pay for this!"

"Oh, I'm so scared!

"I'm going to be the future richest wife. What can you do to me?"

Mariyah smugly patted my face. "You were seducing men with your pretty face, weren't you?"

I didn't respond, only staring coldly at her.

Seeing my lack of reaction, she came up with another idea.

"You cheap bitch, let's see if you can seduce men in the future!"

With that, she brought over a bowl of meat soup and poured it all over me.

I didn't know what she mixed into the soup, but I saw the guard dogs nearby going wild, drooling and baring their teeth.

She then signaled for the dogs to be let loose.

Several black dogs lunged at me. I desperately tried to dodge, but the ropes held me back.

At first, the vicious dogs only licked my legs, but then they began to fight and tear at them.

I endured the excruciating pain, tears streaming down my face, my body covered in wounds.

Finally, Mariyah tore my clothes to shreds and said.

"Fiona, now you're just trash. Remember this, never dream of seducing my man!"

The others watched my miserable state, praising the dogs and mocking me.

At that moment, the police suddenly burst in.

"Everyone freeze! We received a report about illegal kidnapping and intentional harm here."

I lay on the ground, crying out in pain.

"Sir, I want to report that Mariyah and these people are involved in illegal kidnapping, defamation, intentional harm, and property destruction…

"I refuse any mediation. I want them to face the full force of the law!"