The day I tried on my wedding dress, a strange woman burst into the VIP room and stabbed me without warning. “Stealing my husband and still planning a wedding?” She tore my veil to shreds, her face twisted with a grotesque smile as she splashed acid toward me. The cold blade pierced my shoulder. I collapsed in front of the mirror, crying out in pain. But she grabbed my throat, forcing me to look up: “Ethan Cross is my husband. Who the hell do you think you are? Homewrecker!” Blood stained the pristine white dress. That’s when it hit me. My perfect boyfriend of three years, the man I’d been engaged to, was already married. “What are you staring at? Even if I kill you right now, no one can touch me!” I grabbed my phone with blood-soaked hands and called my sister. “Pick me up at the bridal shop. And tell the Cross family—the wedding’s off.” I was in so much pain I could barely hold my phone. The strapless wedding dress had become a burden. “You crazy bitch, do you even know who I am?” She let out a shrill laugh, her eyes wild with madness: “What, homewreckers think they’re entitled now?” Then she opened a livestream, shoving the camera right into my bloodied face. “Come on, let the whole internet see what a homewrecker looks like! See if you dare steal someone’s man again!” She changed the stream title maliciously to— “Wife Teaches Homewrecker a Lesson Live—Watch Her Get What She Deserves!” In the frame, I slumped helplessly against the shattered mirror. The expensive wedding dress was ruined with blood and filth. My exposed wounds looked horrific. The viewer count skyrocketed. The chat exploded: 【Good! Beat her harder! Homewreckers deserve to die!】 【That woman’s badly injured. Is someone gonna die?】 【Serves her right! You steal someone’s husband, you pay the price!】 I pressed my hand desperately against my shoulder, but blood kept seeping through my fingers. The strapless gown kept sliding down. I had to use my other hand to clutch the neckline, barely keeping myself covered on camera. Behind Vivian White stood two burly men, arms crossed, sneering coldly. I really regretted not bringing bodyguards today. “Help me, please! Someone call the police!” I reached toward the employees huddled by the door. But they just clustered together, pointing and whispering with expressions that said they were enjoying the show. Not one of them dared step forward. The wound hurt so badly my vision went dark, but I bit down hard, refusing to pass out. I forced myself to lift my head and stare into Vivian’s twisted face. “I’m the second daughter of the Sullivan family from New York. If you dare touch me, the Sullivans will never let you go!” Vivian looked like she’d heard the funniest joke in the world. She lifted her foot and kicked viciously at my bleeding wound. “The New York Sullivans? Ha! Never heard of them. Some nobodies!” She ground her heel into the wound. I nearly blacked out from the pain. “My husband is Ethan! The most powerful man in New York. What the hell is your Sullivan family?” She grabbed my hair, pulling the camera close to my pain-whitened face. “You all hear that? This homewrecker’s making up stories to scare people! What Sullivan heiress—laughable!” I curled up on the floor, my wound screaming where she stepped on it. Ethan had been a scholarship student my family sponsored years ago. I thought he was honest and decent. Three years ago, I got engaged to him. We were supposed to get married this year. Instead, I came to try on a wedding dress and discovered his betrayal. Blood and tears mixed together. I laughed. Laughed at myself for being blind enough to raise a venomous snake as my partner. Enduring the burning pain across my face, I used my last ounce of strength to shout at Vivian: “Get me to a hospital right now, and tell Ethan to get his ass here and see me!” Vivian clearly froze for a moment, but quickly turned vicious again. She grabbed my hair in a fist: “Who the hell do you think you are to demand my husband come see you?” “If I die here today,” I gasped through the pain but stared her down, “The first person buried with me will be you! Ethan won’t escape either!” As if provoked, she laughed maniacally: “So what if I kill you? The Cross family can afford to pay for it!” With that, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of acid from the table and splashed it toward my face. The door burst open with a loud BANG! “I’d like to see who dares touch my sister!”
A familiar voice rang out. Relief washed through me as I rasped to Vivian: “My sister’s here. You’re finished!” My sister Madison rushed in. The moment she saw me covered in blood, her face went deathly pale. She rushed over and pulled me into her arms, her voice trembling: “Riley! Don’t be scared. I’m here.” She carefully avoided my wounds, her fingers gently touching where the acid had splashed my face. Her eyes instantly reddened: “I’m sorry. I came too late.” The next second, she jerked her head up, her gaze cutting toward Vivian like a blade, her voice cold enough to freeze: “You’re the one who touched my sister? You’re asking for death!” Vivian burst into exaggerated laughter, as if she’d heard the world’s greatest joke: “Oh my! A whole family of sluts, each one with a bigger mouth than the last! What, planning to teach me a lesson?” She waved the acid bottle arrogantly: “Today I’ll teach you sisters a lesson you’ll never forget!” With that, Vivian hurled the acid at us! Fortunately, my sister’s bodyguard reacted instantly, flashing in front of us. His heavy suit jacket hissed as the acid ate through it. The bodyguards from both sides immediately clashed. The VIP room descended into chaos. But Vivian clearly had more people. Our side gradually lost ground. Frantic, I grabbed my sister’s sleeve: “Madison, is this all the people you brought?” My sister held me tightly, but her voice remained eerily calm: “Don’t worry. Dad’s security team is almost here.” She swept her cold gaze over the arrogant Vivian and her thugs, enunciating each word clearly: “I’d like to see who dares lay a finger on us Sullivan sisters today.” Vivian’s bodyguards had numbers, but they were all show. The few my sister brought were elite special forces veterans—fast and ruthless. In moments, they’d laid out all those burly thugs. Seeing her people sprawled on the floor, Vivian finally panicked. She fumbled for her phone and deliberately put it on speaker. “Honey!” She called out with a sob in her voice, “Some crazy woman’s bullying me! She insists she’s your fiancée and wants to kill me!” After a few seconds of silence, Ethan’s familiar, hypocritical voice came through: “Baby, don’t be scared. What fiancée? You’re the only one I love.” His voice suddenly turned cold: “Stay where you are. I’m on my way. I want to see who’s foolish enough to impersonate Ethan’s fiancée!” I heard every single word crystal clear through the phone. That was definitely Ethan’s voice. I couldn’t be mistaken. Yet he firmly denied having a fiancée, calling that crazy woman “baby” and claiming she was the one he loved most. My heart sank completely. So Vivian had been telling the truth. They’d probably been married behind my back all along. I leaned against my sister, my wound throbbing, but it couldn’t compare to even a fraction of the chill in my heart. Fine. Perfect. I’d wait right here. Wait for Ethan to show up in person and see what lies he could spin. The Sullivan family would never forgive this ungrateful snake. With Ethan’s promise, Vivian’s courage returned. She pointed at me and my sister, shouting to the onlookers: “My husband’s coming! He said himself he doesn’t know any Sullivan second daughter and never got engaged!” She lifted her chin proudly, holding up her phone: “I’m Ethan’s legally married wife! Whoever teaches these shameless sisters a lesson gets a hundred grand from me right now!” Under such a reward, someone’s eyes turned red with greed. A muscular bystander grabbed a chair and swung it at us! “Watch out!” My sister cried out, shielding me with her body. The heavy wooden chair slammed into her head. Blood instantly poured from her temple. She went limp and collapsed into my arms. “Madison!” Looking at her pale face, all the blood in my body rushed to my head. Three years of betrayal, the fury of my sister being injured for me—it all erupted like a volcano. I jerked my hand up and bit down hard, yanking the knife still embedded in my shoulder! The searing pain made my vision go black, but I didn’t care. I charged at Vivian. In her terrified gaze, I drove that blood-soaked knife deep into her stomach!
Vivian let out a pig-like squeal, her whole body arching in pain. I gripped the handle with both hands, using every ounce of strength to push it down, even viciously twisting the blade! “You worthless trash, how dare you hurt me!” Her face went deathly pale, veins bulging on her forehead, but she suddenly kicked me hard in the chest. I’d already lost so much blood. That kick landed with full force, sending me flying backward to slam into the wall. Something sweet rose in my throat, and I spat out blood. Vivian clutched her bleeding stomach, her face contorted as she shrieked: “I’ll add five hundred grand! Whoever kills this bitch gets the money!” Before she finished speaking, a bodyguard charged at me. The same chair that had hit my sister now came crashing down toward my head. “Don’t touch my sister!” My sister found strength from somewhere and lunged forward, wrapping her body around his legs. “Get off!” The bodyguard roared, his elbow slamming down hard on the back of her head. A dull thud. My sister’s body shuddered. She coughed up blood and collapsed, motionless. I threw myself at my sister’s side like a madwoman, holding her body tight, calling out again and again: “Madison! Wake up! Madison!” Two bodyguards rushed up and pinned down my arms. I struggled desperately, my wound tearing open, staining the wedding dress even redder with blood. Vivian staggered over clutching her stomach and ripped open the acid-burned fabric on my shoulder! “Ahhh——!” My whole body convulsed in pain. The rotting flesh was torn away forcefully, blood and tissue fluid streaming down. “Can’t take it already?” Vivian sneered, digging her nails into my wound. “When you were crawling into someone else’s husband’s bed, didn’t you think this day would come?” “Don’t worry, I’ve prepared a special gift for you two!” Vivian’s high heels rained down on me like hail, each kick landing on my most painful wounds. My vision went black. I lost consciousness completely. When I came to, blinding lights made it impossible to open my eyes. I found myself bound to a cold marble table alongside my sister, hands and feet locked in iron chains. Our bodies were covered in sticky raw fish slices, the fishy stench overwhelming. My sister lay beside me, still unconscious, her face bloodless. I struggled desperately, but the chains wouldn’t budge. Gritting through the pain, I shouted my sister’s name: “Madison, you have to hold on. Dad will be here soon. Please don’t fall asleep.” Then I twisted my head and glared at Vivian: “If anything happens to my sister, I will never let you go!” Vivian crossed her legs leisurely and sneered: “Don’t worry. She won’t die.” She suddenly waved her hand. A bodyguard beside her grabbed a huge bucket of ice water and hurled it at my sister! The bone-chilling water mixed with ice chunks slammed into my sister. Her face instantly went deathly pale. She woke with violent trembling. My sister weakly lifted her head, but her gaze remained razor-sharp: “Vivian, do you know who you’re messing with?” Vivian shrieked back, “I don’t care who!” “Wait until my husband gets here. You’ll see who really runs New York!” She sneered, pointing at the raw fish covering us: “But right now, enjoy the gift I prepared for you.”
Vivian yanked open the curtain in front of us. Blinding lights instantly illuminated us. That’s when I realized—we’d been bound in some kind of club, with guests packed in below. “Honored guests!” Vivian announced into a microphone, “Tonight’s grand finale—the Sullivan sisters!” She roughly tore open my ruined wedding dress, exposing my scarred skin: The crowd below erupted in jeering laughter and wolf whistles. Several men wearing gold chains rushed onto the stage first. I twisted desperately. The chains scraped my wrists raw and bloody. “Don’t touch my sister!” I screamed hoarsely, but a yellow-toothed man grabbed my chin. “Scream! The louder the better!” His foul-smelling saliva sprayed on my face as his fingers traced my collarbone. My sister suddenly spoke coldly: “Every inch of skin you touch will become evidence for the Sullivan family to hunt you down.” Just then, my phone rang. Vivian snatched it and triumphantly hit speakerphone. Ethan’s anxious voice immediately came through: “Riley! If you dare touch a hair on Vivian’s head, I’ll never forgive you!” Hearing Ethan defend Vivian on the phone, my heart felt drenched in ice water. This was the man I’d loved with all my heart for three years. The Sullivan family paid for his education, helped build his career. He trampled our sincerity underfoot. In the end, I meant less to him than a stranger. All these years of the Sullivan family’s support—we’d raised a white-eyed wolf. I bit down hard. Blood and tears flowed into my mouth. Fine. Perfect. Since he showed no loyalty, don’t blame me for showing none either. From today on, Riley Sullivan and Ethan—it’s war to the death. “Honey, where are you?” Vivian asked eagerly into the phone. Before she could gloat, Ethan’s terrified voice came through: “Wait! Why do you have Riley’s phone?” “I caught her and taught her a lesson!” Vivian said righteously. “Are you insane?!” Ethan’s voice cracked, “She’s the second daughter of the Sullivan family! Are you trying to destroy me? Let her go right now!” Hearing this, Vivian got angry. She shouted into the phone: “I don’t care about any Sullivan second daughter! You’re the most powerful person to me. Who could be more capable than you? Today I’m teaching her a lesson no matter what!” Furious, she hung up and smashed the phone on the floor. She pulled out a bucket from under the table. As Vivian unscrewed the lid, she rambled on: “Men cheat—it’s normal. Once you’re dead, Ethan will settle down. We can go back to how things were before.” The pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the air. I shouted in terror: “Vivian, you’re insane! Murder is a capital crime!” “Capital crime?” “Ethan has plenty of money. He’ll clean this up for me. In New York, the Cross family IS the law!” Watching gasoline pour down over us, I forced down my fear and softened my voice: “Vivian, let me and my sister go. We’ll pretend today never happened. I’ll break up with Ethan immediately and never bother you again.” But Vivian wouldn’t listen. She pulled out a lighter, her face twisted with a maniacal smile: “Women’s mouths are full of lies! I’ll only believe it when I watch you die with my own eyes.” The lighter in her hand flicked open with a sharp click, sparking a flame. Just as the flame was about to fall, the club doors crashed open! Through the billowing smoke, my father’s thunderous roar shook the entire venue: “I’d like to see who dares touch my daughters!”
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