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!"