The bridesmaids handed Cameron a knife.

Seeing their madness, I mustered my remaining strength to try and escape from the watch store, hoping someone might come to my rescue.

But Cameron knocked me down, and as I fell at the door, she and her entourage dragged me back inside, my desperate fingers clutching the doorframe.

"Please, someone help me!" I pleaded, my voice trembling as I looked around at the crowd.

Aside from the girl who had just had her phone smashed, everyone else watched with cold indifference, their breaths quickening as they observed the scene.

No one spoke up on my behalf.

"Don't!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as Cameron dragged me back into the store.

Helpless, I could only watch as Cameron's rage painted me as a mistress, a temptress.

Even the store's sales staff, who had previously shown me no interest, now regarded me with a changed gaze. They stood by, silently watching the spectacle unfold.

Pinned to the cold floor, I watched as Cameron crouched before me, her hand holding the knife, the blade inching closer to my face.

"I'm not a mistress," I whispered weakly, "I'm Zach's daughter."

Cameron paused, momentarily taken aback.

But as I hoped she might reconsider, her eyes flared with fury. Without a hint of mercy, she slashed the knife across my face.

Blood poured out, and I writhed in agonizing struggle, but her bridesmaids held me down firmly.

Cameron scoffed, saying, "Daughter, huh?

"More like a kept daughter. You young people think you can just use your looks to snare wealthy men as sugar daddies, don't you?"

Despair engulfed me. Cameron's knife continued to rake across my face; each cut sending searing pain through me until I crumpled to the ground.

Blood streamed into my eyes, blurring my vision of how many cuts Cameron had inflicted.

I was numb with pain, barely able to scream.

Finally, someone stepped forward, unable to bear the sight. "Alright, enough! This girl's young—she's someone's child too. Don't let this go any further."

Cameron turned her cold smile toward the middle-aged man who had spoken. "Starting to feel sorry for this slut, huh?

"Heh, your daughter probably does the same thing, chasing after rich men for money. And you're here defending this one?"

The man, enraged, looked ready to intervene, but his companions held him back, not wanting to get involved.

After disfiguring me, Cameron, amidst the crowd's screams, grabbed a bottle of sulfuric acid from one of her bridesmaids. Without a second thought, she poured it over my chest.

Somehow, despite my exhaustion, a surge of strength fueled my desperate attempt to fight back. I scrambled to my feet and shoved Cameron away, though the acid had already splashed onto my arms.

The burning pain was intense, making me feel like death was imminent.

"Don't let that bitch get away!

"I won't have any mistress around Zach. Grab her now! Didn't Zach say I was overreacting, defending her?

"I want to see if Zach will even glance at her after I've ruined her face and body!"

As I stumbled toward the Ferrari parked nearby, Cameron and her entourage were quick to follow.

Envy twisted her features as she glared at the car she had coveted in front of Zach.

"Ah, so this is why Zach never bought one for me!"

"Turns out he gave it to this slut. Girls, let's smash it!"

The car was Zach's idea.

He told me to buy it myself and keep it a secret until the wedding day, when it would be a surprise gift for Cameron.

However, things took a turn for the worse.

Cameron's bridesmaids had me pinned to the ground.

As I lay there, Cameron, frenzied and furious, found a fire extinguisher from a nearby shop's fire hydrant.

Without a moment's hesitation, she started smashing the car's windows with it.

The expensive glass shattered instantly under her assault. She climbed onto the roof and, with the extinguisher still in hand, began raining blows down onto the car.

The car, which hadn't even been registered yet, was reduced to a wreck under Cameron's relentless attack. The commotion drew a crowd, and I could only watch, bloodied and immobilized, as they tore into the vehicle.

Cameron seemed to relish my distress.

Between blows, she taunted me, "You must be heartbroken, huh? Zach secretly gave you my favorite car.

"You're not getting something I can't have!"

I watched in despair as my deranged stepmother continued her rampage.

Her bridesmaids, cheering her on, soon joined in. Every part of the car that could be smashed was reduced to debris.

As the car neared total destruction, Cameron wasn't done. Out of nowhere, she pulled out a lighter and set the leather seats ablaze.

The fire spread rapidly, and within moments, the car, which had been bought less than a day ago, was consumed by roaring flames.

"Ha! My husband has plenty of money! I can afford to pay for it!"

As she watched the car burn, Cameron's face finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Her previously malicious expression instantly morphed into a sickly sweet smile. "Darling, I'm at the hotel waiting for you. You'd better hurry up!

"I know your daughter will be at our wedding today. Don't worry, I'll make sure Amy likes me."

With a sharp glance at me, Cameron's tone turned ominously playful. "Weren't you defending that little mistress of yours? You even had a big fight with me over her last night.

"Today, you're going to watch me tear that little mistress apart."

Everyone heard Zach's furious voice on the phone. "Cameron, let me make this clear. I am straightforward in my actions. Not only do I not have a mistress, but if I did, I'd be open about it!

"I don't want any trouble today. I don't want my daughter to be unhappy. She's really looking forward to meeting you!"

Cameron sneered. "I'm going to break that woman's arms and legs right in front of you. Let's see if you'll still be interested in her afterward."

Zach, confused, asked, "What woman?"

Cameron replied with a cruel smirk, "Your kept daughter, of course!

"That little bitch just admitted she's your daughter. You two are quite the pair, aren't you? A sugar daddy and a kept daughter?

"Is she the one who keeps you satisfied, or is it me?"

Before Zach could respond, Cameron coldly added, "Zach, don't you like younger women? I'll strip her naked and drag her in front of you for you to see!"