I stopped by my brother’s company to drop off some documents, only to get stopped at the entrance by a woman I didn’t recognize. “I’m here to see Cameron White. I’m his sister,” I explained calmly. She scoffed. “Since when does he have a sister? Are you some kind of gold digger?” “Let me make this clear—Cameron is MY boyfriend! I’ve dealt with plenty of shameless women trying to hit on him at the office. Beat it before I call security to drag you out!” I immediately texted my assistant: Tell Cameron White to get his butt down here ASAP. What no one realized was that everything in our family—this company included—actually belonged to me, including that idiot brother of mine. “Quit loitering around,” Yasmin Perez snapped, her tone dripping with venom, clearly pegging me as some desperate social climber. “Get lost or I’m calling security.” Several employees had already started stealing glances our way. I frowned, not about to waste time on this nonsense, and pulled out my phone to call my brother directly. But all I got was his voicemail saying he was unavailable. Same result when I tried again. What the hell was that moron doing during work hours? I put my phone away and squared off with the hostile woman, enunciating each word clearly: “Let me clarify. My name is Serena White, and I’m Cameron White’s sister—the CEO’s sister.” “He’s not picking up right now. Feel free to check with anyone in the company or look me up in the directory.” I figured that would settle things quickly. But upon hearing my name, the receptionist didn’t bother verifying a thing. Instead, she let out a shrill, mocking laugh. She laughed so hard she doubled over, drawing even more curious stares from passersby. Then she suddenly leaned in, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper: “Still playing pretend? I’ve seen your face on Cameron’s phone!” “You homewrecker! Sneaking around trying to hit on my man!” “And now you have the nerve to show up at his company? Don’t you have any self-respect?” I froze for a second, glanced at the name tag on her chest—Yasmin Perez—and just shook my head in disbelief. So this was Cameron’s mysterious girlfriend—the one he’d refused to show me even a picture of. Turned out she was just some petty, catty woman. How could he have such terrible taste? I realized then this whole confrontation wasn’t an accident—it was intentional harassment. Before I could respond, she’d already lost her patience entirely. “Since this woman won’t leave and is disrupting our workplace, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next!” She waved her hand, and two burly security guards standing nearby immediately stepped forward. One clamped a hand over my mouth while the other roughly twisted my arms behind my back. I struggled violently, but the strength difference was too great—my resistance was useless. They ignored my angry glare and the shocked looks from employees as they dragged me away from the lobby toward a back storage room. I was thrown roughly into a dusty corner cluttered with boxes, the air thick with stale, suffocating air. The door slammed shut, cutting off all light and sound from outside.
In the darkness, the receptionist didn’t say a word before raising her high-heeled shoe and kicking me hard in the stomach. The sharp pain made me double over instantly, my stomach heaving. That’s for being a homewrecker!” “That’s for hitting on him!” She screamed, her voice distorted with jealousy and rage. She looked down at me and ordered the two men: “Teach her a lesson! Make sure she regrets this!” The guards were clearly in her pocket. Without hesitation, they rained blows down on me. I bit my lip, holding back the cries of pain. I felt like my bones were breaking and my insides were being torn apart. Her shrill voice continued: “Who do you think you are? Some desperate skank trying to steal my boyfriend!” “I told you I’m his sister! If you don’t believe me, call Cameron right now! I’ll talk to him myself!” I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. She only called them off when I started to lose consciousness. She planted her high-heeled shoe on my shoulder, then picked up the torn envelope from the floor, grinding the papers under her heel as she smiled at me: “You better apologize right now and admit you were wrong. Write a note promising never to bother my boyfriend again.” “This is what happens when you try to steal my man and then have the nerve to show up here.” “I’m not scared of what might happen. Cameron will take care of everything for me.” I curled up in pain, barely able to speak: “Those documents were important…” Her expression darkened, and she kicked me again. The guards immediately resumed their beating. I realized nothing I said would matter. If this kept up, I might actually die here. After coughing up blood from another blow, I used my last strength to fumble for my phone on the floor. “Stop… I’ll… I’ll write it.” She looked satisfied with my surrender, signaling the guards to stop. She crouched down and patted my swollen cheek. “Wouldn’t this have been easier from the start? Did you really need to get beaten up first?” “You’re not just writing it—you’re recording a video apology. Admit you tried to seduce him and promise to stay away forever!” I lay on the cold floor, gasping for air, my lungs burning with pain. I ignored her and used my shaking hands to unlock my phone and call my best friend, Melanie Lin. The call connected quickly. “Melanie, get to my brother’s company fast… storage room… bring help…” “I’m on my way.” Melanie hesitated for a second, then realized something was wrong. “Serena? What’s going on? You sound…” “Don’t ask, just hurry.” I cut her off and hung up. When Yasmin heard me call for help, she didn’t look worried at all. Instead, she scoffed: “Calling for backup? Fine, bring whoever you want. No one’s saving you today!” The smug look on her face was impossible to hide.
Melanie showed up at an astonishing speed. Before long, the storage room door was abruptly pushed open from outside. Melanie rushed in with two bodyguards. When she saw the blood at the corner of my mouth, my disheveled clothes, and me curled up on the floor, she was horrified. She quickly stepped forward to help me up. I shook my head, signaling her not to speak. When Yasmin saw the bodyguards, her expression changed, but she still tried to act tough: “Who are you people? This is company business—you need to leave!” Melanie ignored her completely, helping me walk out with the bodyguards surrounding us. “Stop! Who do you think you are?” Yasmin tried to block us but backed off when Melanie’s bodyguard gave her a death stare. Enduring severe pain, I limped out of that disgusting place with Melanie’s support. When we got to the entrance, I thanked Melanie: “Thanks.” She looked worried: “What the hell happened? How did this happen?” I laughed bitterly, wincing at the pain in my lip: “Cameron found himself quite a girlfriend. I need to have a talk with him.” I took out my phone and called the Executive Vice President who actually runs the design company. I’d placed him there to keep an eye on my brother, and he was extremely loyal to me. He answered right away, and I got straight to the point, my voice cold. “You have ten minutes to fire a receptionist named Yasmin Perez.” “Otherwise, the White family will pull all funding and support from the company—every last cent.” The Executive VP on the other end panicked as soon as he heard my voice. He must have noticed the strain in my voice because he agreed immediately, too afraid to ask questions. I hung up and told Melanie: “Take me to South Hills Manor.” In the car, I gritted through the pain and made another call from a different phone. “Victor, get your team to Cameron White’s villa. Now. Right away.” When we arrived at South Hills Manor, my private doctor treated my injuries immediately. After being patched up, the anger inside me only grew stronger—like adding fuel to a fire. I needed answers. I needed Cameron White to explain himself in person. My team tracked him down—he was throwing a party at his villa. I had the driver take me there after sending Melanie home to rest. That villa was another gift from me, by the way. When I got there, though, all I heard was loud heavy metal music blaring from inside. And the sound of people partying—clearly having a good time. He was throwing a party? No wonder he didn’t answer my calls earlier. The front door was slightly open. For some reason, I hesitated before going in. Then I heard a familiar female voice—she was crying. It was Yasmin Perez. She was sobbing to everyone there, painting herself as the victim—claiming some crazy woman had bullied her and gotten her fired for no reason. “I was just doing my job, not letting some random woman in, and she had her goons beat me up! Then she got me fired for no reason…” “Cameron, she’s out of control—she doesn’t care about you at all!” “She just wants to humiliate me and break us up!” Inside, Cameron’s friends all started agreeing, acting outraged on her behalf. Cameron pulled her into his arms, comforting her loudly with a voice full of fake concern. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her get away with this!” Then, trying to look tough, he announced to everyone: “When I find that woman, I’ll make her beg for your forgiveness!” Inside, the rich kids kept egging her on, talking about how they’d make me pay. “Cameron, just say the word—we’ll go find her right now!” “Yeah! Show her who’s boss!” I’d heard enough. I gave a small signal, and my bodyguard kicked the door open. The music stopped suddenly, and the laughter died instantly. Dozens of shocked faces turned toward the door. “No need to find me. I’m right here. Who wants to teach me a lesson?”
The room went silent—only the sound of my heels clicking on the floor echoed through the room. I walked slowly toward the couple hugging in the middle of the living room. Cameron’s face was priceless. First shock, then pure terror—his face turned white as a sheet. He instinctively pushed Yasmin away, like he was going to stand up. But when he saw Yasmin’s teary face, he hesitated, looking conflicted. Finally, his fear turned into some stupid, fake toughness. He stayed seated, just staring at me like that would hide how scared he was. As for Yasmin, when she recognized me, her eyes went wide. But she quickly got her composure back, realizing she was at Cameron’s place with all his friends around. She snuggled deeper into Cameron’s arms and started crying even harder. “It’s her… she’s the one who hurt me…” She cried while looking at me with hate and pride in her eyes. Like she was saying, See? He’s still protecting me. I ignored her, keeping my eyes on Cameron. “Cameron, I have a question for you.” “Didn’t you just say you’d make me beg your girlfriend for forgiveness?” Cameron swallowed hard, his lips shaking, but no words came out. He was scared of me. Always had been, ever since we were kids. He knew who really ran things in this family. His friends looked at each other, clearly confused about what was happening. Some blonde rich kid—probably trying to impress Yasmin—stepped forward. “Who the hell are you? You can’t talk to Cameron like that!” “You better apologize to Yasmin right now, or else…” He didn’t get to finish that sentence. My bodyguard stepped in front of me, expressionless, cutting him off. The blonde kid immediately shut up under the bodyguard’s intimidating stare. I walked around the bodyguard, stood in front of Cameron, and looked down at him. “I guess you’re not going to explain anything.” Cameron finally got up, his neck stiff with tension. He pulled me aside, his voice low and urgent, half-pleading and half-annoyed. “Serena, what do you want?” “Do you have to humiliate me in front of my friends?” “Yasmin didn’t mean any harm—she’s just straightforward. Can’t you just drop it?” Looking at him, I suddenly thought it was all ridiculous. Drop it? After she had me beaten half to death, destroyed important documents, and locked me in a storage room, he wanted me to drop it? “Cameron.” I used his first name sharply. “Are you kidding me?” “I…” He couldn’t finish, avoiding my eyes. Just then, car doors slammed outside, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the villa. Everyone in the living room turned toward the door, confused. Victor walked in with several serious-looking men. They ignored the stares and went straight to me. Victor nodded respectfully: “Ma’am.” I looked at Yasmin and tilted my chin toward her: “Take her out.” Yasmin’s screams got louder: “Cameron! Who are these people?! What are you doing! Help! Somebody help!” Cameron turned white as a sheet and tried to rush forward: “Why did you bring people! Let her go!” Victor’s men moved quickly, grabbing Yasmin by the arms and dragging her out despite her kicking and screaming.
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