Everyone knew that Harrison, the billionaire CEO, had a precious little girl he doted on. This girl, Lily, was spoiled rotten, like the protagonist of a novel, indulged by everyone. Everyone except me. On our wedding day, Lily, wearing a white wedding dress, looked at me with a challenging expression: “Only those who aren’t loved are the other woman.” “So what if you marry Harrison? I’ll still be the woman he cherishes most!” Hearing this, I smirked and turned to Harrison, slapping him hard across the face: “Are you deaf? Your mistress is right here causing trouble, and you’re just standing there?” On the wedding day, Lily stood before me in a white wedding dress, her face full of defiance as she looked at me: “Only those who aren’t loved are the other woman.” “So what if you marry Harrison? I’ll still be the woman he cherishes most.” The wedding hadn’t started yet, but the backstage area was already crowded with people, including many prominent figures from high society. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one dared to intervene. After all, who didn’t know that billionaire CEO Harrison had a precious little girl he doted on? This girl was spoiled rotten, like the protagonist of a novel, indulged by everyone in the Thorne family. Even though I was now Harrison’s wife, I was just a pawn in this business marriage. I couldn’t compare to the woman Harrison truly cared about. The backstage area fell silent. Harrison approached, surrounded by a group of people, his expression cold. When he saw Lily, his eyes softened like melting ice in spring. But when he turned to me again, his face was as frosty as before: “Why are you just standing here? The wedding is about to start.” I let out a cold laugh and looked up at Lily: “Do you dare to repeat what you just said?” Lily smirked and repeated those words loudly, word for word. Before she could finish, I raised my arm and slapped her hard across the face! SLAP! I work out regularly and have considerable arm strength. With that slap, Lily’s little face immediately turned blue. A drop of blood slowly trickled from her nose, ruining her supposedly innocent makeup and adding a touch of dark comedy to the scene. Lily seemed stunned, holding her face and staring at me in disbelief. I laughed coldly and slapped her twice more, left and right. The woman Harrison cherishes most? Ha! I’m slapping exactly that woman! As I was about to raise my hand again, Harrison finally reacted, grabbing my upraised arm: “Scarlett! Haven’t you had enough? Lily is just a child! How can you hit her for saying a few childish words?” She’s a child and you’re having an affair with her? You’re sick! After he finished speaking, I laughed coldly and turned to look at Harrison. Harrison frowned at me. The next second, I raised my other hand and gave Harrison another hard slap! I laughed coldly as I looked at Harrison’s swollen face: “You probably don’t know, but I’m known as the ‘Slap Queen,’ nicknamed the ‘Goddess of Slaps.’” With that, I shoved Harrison away and pointed at his nose, cursing loudly: “I spent 1.5 billion on this business marriage with you, and you’re playing sugar daddy with a little girl?” “If you want to sleep with young girls, just say it outright, you old pervert. Don’t give me this grooming bullshit.” “It’s fucking disgusting!” I finished by throwing my bouquet in Harrison’s face: “If this mess isn’t cleaned up today, no one’s letting this wedding continue!” “You think I’m eager to marry you?” “I have men lining up from here to Paris. Who are you to be picky?” “If your old man hadn’t begged me, almost kneeling, do you think you’d have a chance to marry me?” “Go to hell!” With that, I ripped off my veil and stormed out of the backstage area!
My mother was waiting in the dressing room. Seeing me come in, she gave me a thumbs up with a smile: “That’s my girl, so fierce!” I laughed coldly and plopped down on the sofa, crossing my legs. I’ve been in the business world for years; I’m not an idiot. The Thorne family letting Lily humiliate me in public was just a test of obedience. They’re an elite family in the city, with a high social status. However, in recent years, they’ve fallen behind the times, and the Thorne Group has declined with weakening revenues. To raise funds, they had to resort to a business marriage. And I, a woman with money but no background, was the perfect choice. They coveted my billion-dollar dowry but couldn’t lower themselves to ask me directly. So they decided to play dirty, trying to manipulate me. They wanted to use their “noble” status to put me down. Make this “nouveau riche” feel inferior, so I’d eventually hand over my dowry, begging them to use it. Thinking about this, I laughed coldly. It’s laughable. Even a dog would shake its head at such audacity. They thought their plan was perfect, but they didn’t realize I’m not some pushover. I’m a force to be reckoned with. I was raised by my mother, who caught the wave of economic reform early on. Back then, she partnered with a few people, started with a steel mill, later invested in the internet, and built a vast fortune. I’ve surpassed her, making my mark internationally at a young age. Many famous clothing brands on the market now are subsidiaries of my company. The business world is a battlefield, and those who survive are no ordinary people. My mother and I are both expert arguers. If it weren’t for wanting to make a name for myself in the vast domestic market, I would never have agreed to marry Harrison. I despise Harrison from the bottom of my heart. My mother’s assistant was undercover at the scene. The assistant said Mrs. Thorne had arrived, but things hadn’t escalated yet, so we should wait in the dressing room. There were snacks in the dressing room, so my mother and I sat on the sofa. We munched on seeds while cursing Harrison. In this society, women who show even a bit of weakness get torn apart by men. My mother and I have been in business for years, so we know this well. That’s why we’re both sharp-tongued and loud when necessary. We knew there were Thorne family people eavesdropping outside the dressing room, so we cursed even louder. My mother, coming from a humble background, was especially skilled at cursing. She screeched and yelled, cursing the Thorne ancestors in every creative way possible. I fanned the flames, and we kept at it for half an hour before we heard someone outside slam something and leave in frustration. My mother calmly sipped her tea and said sarcastically: “I didn’t expect them to give up so easily.” “If they knew they couldn’t handle it, why bring that little bitch to the wedding? Aren’t they just asking to be cursed?” I smiled and twisted the ring on my finger: “They’re just gluttons for punishment. I heard the Thorne family are all masochists; the more you curse them, the more obedient they become.” My mother nodded in agreement, approving of my assessment.
Another half hour passed, and still no one came. I knew the Thorne family couldn’t swallow their pride. They weren’t willing to lower their “noble” status to beg a lowly “nouveau riche” like me. My phone buzzed with a message. It was from Mrs. Thorne, asking me to forgive Harrison and attend the wedding for her sake. I laughed coldly. Your face? Your face is worth shit! You don’t want to come apologize to me? Fine, let’s see this through to the end! I glanced at the time and decisively called Harrison. The call connected, and I could hear that Harrison had put it on speaker. Before Harrison could speak, I started: “Harrison, I’m giving you five minutes. You, you big scumbag, bring that little tramp you’re keeping and come apologize to me in person.” “If you don’t, remember that financial bigshot you recently got to manage your assets?” “Don’t forget, my main business is overseas, and I’m quite good in the fund industry.” “From now on, if you dare to be late, I’ll become your competitor tonight.” “You short, I’ll go long. You go long, I’ll short. I’ve got plenty of money to burn, and I’m not afraid of losses.” “For every minute you’re late, I’ll make you lose 10 million. I always keep my word.” With that, I hung up, ignoring the shouts from the other end. Three minutes later, hurried footsteps approached the dressing room, and the door burst open. It was Harrison and Lily. I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, watching Harrison reluctantly approach. When he lowered his head in submission, I turned to look at Lily. The girl’s face was a mess of red and blue, like she’d been through a dye factory. I put on a fake smile: “Lily, I know you’re just a child, and I can understand your lack of filter.” “It’s okay. Once I’m part of the Thorne family, I’ll teach you slowly.” I took out a stack of cash from my purse: “You’re the child Harrison keeps by his side, so naturally, I’m your stepmother now.” “Call me ‘Mom,’ and Mom will give you some money for the new title.” Lily suddenly looked up, her face full of tears as she looked at Harrison. I smiled sweetly at Lily. After a moment, Lily gritted her teeth, her eyes full of hatred, but she had to lower her head: “Mother.” I smiled and tossed the stack of cash in her face: “Good girl. Mom loves self-respecting girls the most.” “Learn from Mom in the future. Don’t let your head be full of men; that’s called being boy-crazy, short for mental illness. It needs treatment.” I stood up gracefully, brushed off non-existent dust, and turned to Harrison with a smile: “What are you standing there for, Harrison? Let’s go.”
The wedding concluded successfully, and I, Scarlett, became an overnight sensation in the city’s upper class. Slapping both the adopted daughter and the husband at a high-society wedding – what an achievement. Everyone said I was a badass. The in-laws originally wanted to put me in my place in front of everyone. Who knew I’d turn the tables on them, shoving their own shit right back in their faces. I didn’t care what others said. All I knew was that I had become the Thorne family’s new matriarch. On our wedding night, Harrison came to the bedroom, his face dark as the bottom of a pot: “Scarlett, let me tell you, you may have my body now, but you’ll never have my heart!” I laughed coldly and kicked him off the bed: “Who wants your pasty pig body? I get nauseous just looking at it!” “Get out!” The next day, I woke up feeling refreshed. The first thing I did was gather all the servants of the mansion. The butler stood in the middle, hands at his sides. I looked him up and down, then suddenly smiled: “Who pays your salary now?” The butler respectfully replied: “You do, Madam.” I nodded. Seems he’s quite sensible. After he finished, I picked up my teacup and stirred the tea leaves: “Since you know who feeds you, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” “Be careful, or I’ll fire you all. See if those old fools will still want you then!” As I finished speaking, I looked up to see a few young servants shrinking back, lowering their heads even more. After the servants dispersed, I looked up to see Harrison standing on the second floor, frowning down at me. I put my teacup on the table and said slowly: “If you have something to say, come down. I hate looking up at people.” Hearing this, Harrison came down the stairs, dark circles under his eyes. The young master had never slept on the floor before. No worries, he’ll get used to it soon enough. Harrison’s voice was cold and hard: “Scarlett, why do you have to be so ruthless?” I raised an eyebrow: “Ruthless? This is called employee training.” “If they listen to me and fulfill their responsibilities, of course I won’t be stingy.” “Clear rewards and punishments – that’s basic business logic.” “You’ve been in charge of the Thorne family for so long, haven’t you learned this yet?” Seeing my mocking expression, Harrison took a deep breath and changed the subject: “When are you going to give me that 1.5 billion?” I was amused and countered: “My dowry? Why should I give it to you?” “Did you give me a bride price? What right do you have to ask for my dowry?” “What do you need my dowry for anyway?” Faced with my triple question, Harrison clenched his fists and said in a low voice: “The Thorne family is having some difficulties lately. We’re short on funds and need your dowry for investment.” “As for the bride price, we apologize for that.” I laughed out loud on the spot. A vague “sorry” and you think you can get my 1.5 billion? Dream on! I leaned back on the sofa, crossing my legs, and smiled: “You want my dowry? Sure.” “But every penny you invest, every fund you inject into the Thorne family, has to go through my people.” “Every business move you make needs to be pre-approved by my assistant.” Hearing me say this, Harrison’s long-suppressed anger finally exploded: “Scarlett! Don’t go too far!” “I’ve never met such a vicious woman like you!” Seeing him angry, I smashed my teacup on the ground! CRASH! I glared at Harrison: “Harrison, you’re quite the hypocrite, aren’t you?” “When your Thorne family was being stingy, not letting me use any resources or connections, you didn’t say a word!” “Now it’s my turn, and you’re calling me vicious?” “Let me tell you, for this business marriage, if you want cooperation and mutual resource exchange, I’m fine with that.” “But if you think you can freeload off me, let’s see how many lives you have to dare try!” I stood up, looking down at him: “I know you like gentle women.” “But your likes mean as much to me as dog shit. There’s no difference.” “Think hard about your own business value, show some sincerity, then come talk to me about cooperation.” With that, I left Harrison behind, took the bag the butler handed me, and walked out the door.
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