My husband Aaron Greene is every New York woman’s dream catch, but he’s my nightmare. Just because I, Kayla Wright, was the one he couldn’t have in his youth, he forcibly trapped me by his side. My fiancé had his arm broken by Aaron, was saddled with massive debt, and lost his job. When I refused to submit, he went after my family. Aaron wields enormous power in New York—anyone who crosses him meets a bad end. I was forced to marry him. He warned me viciously: “Kayla, no one can take you away from me. You’ll belong to me for the rest of your life!” He got my body, but he could never have my heart. To provoke my jealousy as his wife, he deliberately kept mistresses on the side. When his mistress Tessa Fowler kicked down my door with her crew, I had just finished taking a pregnancy test. She screamed at me: “You homewrecker, dressed so provocatively in broad daylight—no wonder you could seduce Aaron. Today I’ll make you pay for stealing my man!” She beat me black and blue, forced me to kneel and bark like a dog, ripped out all my hair, and kicked away my child with one brutal blow. Then she dragged me before Aaron, seeking praise like a dog: “Darling, this bitch was trying to blackmail you with a baby. But I’ve taught her a good lesson for you—aren’t you proud of me?” Aaron had harbored feelings for me for ten years. If he hadn’t later become one of New York’s most powerful figures and forced me to marry him, I wouldn’t even remember having such a classmate. But no matter how rich and powerful he was, I couldn’t feel an ounce of affection for him. Frustrated by my rejection, he sought other women outside, claiming it was revenge against me. He had stayed celibate for years, yet suddenly changed after marrying me, becoming a serial philanderer—how ridiculous. As New York’s most notorious bachelor, Aaron’s scandals constantly dominated the trending topics. Sitting on the toilet scrolling through my phone, I saw he’d gone to the mountaintop villa with Tessa again. Counting the time, Tessa had been by his side for over half a year now. This was unusual—I genuinely hoped she could last even longer. But thinking about the pregnancy test result and my overdue period, an ominous feeling crept over me. I consoled myself that the test must have been expired and ordered a new one online. Soon after, urgent knocking came from outside. I checked my phone—the delivery guy was still far away, so I ignored the knocking. This was the first apartment I’d bought after graduation. Aaron had only agreed to let me live here after I insisted. He still held the only spare key. But the knocking grew more frantic, as if they’d break down the door if I didn’t answer. I vaguely heard them shouting something about “beating up the mistress.” “Maybe they’ve got the wrong place?” I thought, opening the door. “Who are you looking for? This is—” Before I could finish, a slap flew across my face. I couldn’t dodge in time, and the woman’s long nails left a bloody scratch on my cheek. She said: “I’m looking for you, you shameless slut! How dare you seduce my man.” She grabbed my shoulders and shoved hard, pushing me inside. The people behind her immediately shut the door. I fell to the floor and finally saw clearly—it was Tessa, who’d been trending lately for her intimate moments with Aaron. She surveyed my home from top to bottom: “Looks like Aaron doesn’t think much of you after all! Making you live in a place like this—he won’t even buy you a villa. And look at this shabby furniture—just standing here lowers my standards.” Her friend Evelyn Moore dramatically covered her nose with disgust: “Exactly, Tessa. If I weren’t here with you, I’d never set foot in a place like this. I don’t know how Aaron can stand sleeping on such a hard bed.” Tessa went into the bedroom and ransacked my belongings: “Not even one decent piece of jewelry—are you only after Aaron’s body and nothing else? What a devoted little mistress you are!” Under her lead, the others joined in mocking me. What they didn’t know was that Aaron had once said he’d give me his life if I wanted it. Houses, jewelry—I simply didn’t care for such things. The pain in my tailbone finally eased a bit. Lying on the floor, I let out a cold laugh: “If you want to stay by Aaron’s side a little longer, you’d better leave now. I can pretend nothing happened.” I’d consider these minor injuries my thank-you gift for her services to Aaron. Perhaps my calm, lady-of-the-house tone was too grating, because Tessa roared: “Who the hell do you think you are? What’s with that high-and-mighty attitude? Who gave you the nerve to talk like that? Even Aaron doesn’t treat me this way, and you’re just a mistress who doesn’t know her place!” As she spoke, Tessa grabbed my hair and dragged me toward the kitchen.
Tessa turned on the kitchen faucet and shoved my head under the running water. Her accomplices pinned my hands down while the icy stream flooded my mouth and nose, choking me until I could barely breathe. “Are you awake now?” Tessa snarled. “You damn b*tch, how dare you threaten me?” The water made me cough up tears, and the burning in my nostrils made me want to vomit. Seeing my condition, Tessa released her grip as if she’d touched something filthy. Without support, I collapsed and my head struck the hard marble countertop with a sickening thud. The sharp pain jolted me awake, but my body was already exhausted from struggling. I slumped against the cabinet and slid to the floor, my nightgown soaked through. Feeling the naked stares from Tessa’s men, every hair on my body stood on end. “Tessa, I’m warning you to stop this madness,” I said. “I’m Aaron’s wife!” At those words, Tessa looked shocked, and even her crew froze in disbelief. I thought revealing my identity would intimidate them and end their assault. But after a few seconds of silence, Tessa burst into laughter. She looked me up and down mockingly. “You? If you’re Aaron’s wife, then I’m the President!” The others joined in with raucous laughter. “Tessa, did you drown her brain too? She’s actually trying to sell us that lie.” “She thinks pretending to be Mr. Greene’s wife will save her? Dream on!” “You think she’s desperate? If she really was Mr. Greene’s wife, how come I’ve never heard of her? Mr. Greene has never mentioned being married.” “This homewrecker thinks she can challenge Tessa’s position? Have you seen the news lately?” Evelyn even stepped forward and patted my face condescendingly. These people were absolutely clueless. I spat directly at her, hitting that heavily made-up face dead-on. The saliva mixed with her makeup in a particularly revolting way. Evelyn shrieked and frantically searched for tissues. “Tessa, this mistress has gone too far! Aren’t you going to do something? What about my face?” A cruel smile spread across Tessa’s lips. “I didn’t expect you to be so defiant. Don’t worry, Evelyn, I’ll make sure she learns her lesson. Drag her out!” They roughly hauled me to the living room like a rag doll. The soaked silk nightgown clung to my body, outlining every curve. I curled up in a ball, desperately trying to protect myself and keep the fabric from slipping. Wet strands of hair stuck to my face, my eyes were red from the water, and tears welled up. Even disheveled, I couldn’t hide my vulnerable state. “Still trying to seduce men even in this condition?” Tessa sneered. “That face of yours is truly disgusting!” She grabbed my chin, her nails scraping across my cheek as she spoke viciously: “What do you think? If we ruin her face and defile her, would Aaron still want her?” She laughed softly, like a demon from hell. No wonder she’d lasted so long by Aaron’s side—birds of a feather flock together. “Let me see where to start,” Tessa mused. “How about from the top? Give you a complete makeover.” Her gaze fell on my waist-length hair. I almost questioned her intelligence. As one of Aaron’s many girlfriends, hadn’t Tessa noticed they all had short hair? Aaron loved my long hair most of all—he’d spent millions maintaining it. He said my long hair gave me the most charming, youthful appeal. He wouldn’t even allow other women around him to have long hair, afraid it would taint his ideal of beauty. Evelyn was already rummaging through drawers looking for scissors. I quickly intervened: “Stop! I’m telling you, Aaron treasures my hair above all else! If you dare touch it, you won’t be able to handle the consequences!”
Tessa stopped Evelyn’s movement, but reached out to grab my hair and shake it back and forth. “Ridiculous, even your body can be touched, let alone your hair. Evelyn, don’t bother with the scissors—just pull it out with your hands. Using scissors would be too easy on her.” Following orders, Evelyn excitedly approached me. “Pulling it out strand by strand is too slow. You guys come help.” Seeing Evelyn moving too slowly, Tessa decided to take matters into her own hands and called over two bodyguards to assist. She stuffed a cloth in my mouth and grabbed half of my hair, tearing at it viciously. The moment my hair was ripped out by the roots, excruciating pain washed over me, and I nearly passed out on the spot. “This is too much work. Let’s just cut off the remaining half with scissors.” Tessa clapped her hands, her cheeks flushed red from exertion. “This way, even when her hair grows back, it’ll only grow on half her head. Hahaha!” Seeing me lose consciousness, Tessa kicked my body with her foot. “She passed out so easily—how boring. She’s probably faking it, isn’t she? Go get some ice water.” She stared intently at my face while ordering Evelyn. Without hesitation, Evelyn poured an entire bucket of ice water over me from head to toe. August was already unbearably hot, and the sudden cold forced me to open my eyes. Evelyn said, “Tessa, look, she’s awake! She really was faking it—you’re so smart! Kayla, these little tricks of yours might fool men, but Tessa won’t fall for them.” Evelyn continued cutting my hair while flattering Tessa. If my nightgown had been revealing before, now that I was soaked through, I was practically exposed. Wracked with pain, I had exhausted all my strength just trying to cover the vital parts of my body, let alone resist. Tessa sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, her tone casual: “Oh my, your clothes are all wet. If you catch a cold, Aaron will definitely be heartbroken. Let us help you change into some dry clothes!” She smiled, but I felt unprecedented terror. Though Aaron would force himself on me, he had never humiliated me like this. Evelyn was already reaching for my neckline, and I trembled like a leaf. The watching men’s eyes grew increasingly greedy as they rubbed their hands together excitedly. I said, “Stop! Tessa, this is my final warning—if you dare touch me again, Aaron will never forgive you!” Anger and humiliation surged through me as I practically squeezed these words through gritted teeth. If Aaron hadn’t insisted on marrying me, if he hadn’t been involved with other women outside, how would I have ended up in such a situation? Was this what he called loving me? Letting his mistress openly torture and humiliate me—was this his purpose in keeping me trapped? Catching sight of the scissors nearby, I quickly grabbed them. Driven by extreme emotion, I burst forth with surprising strength and pulled Evelyn to the ground. With the scissors at her throat, I spoke coldly: “Tessa, if you want to cause a death, go ahead and try.” My gaze was sharp, my voice ice-cold without a trace of warmth. Before Tessa could speak, Evelyn was already sobbing in terror: “Don’t do anything rash! I apologize to you. Tessa, think of something! I’m not married yet—I don’t want to die… wah~” The others also began pleading for mercy. But Tessa turned a deaf ear and instead walked toward me step by step: “Fine, then kill her right now. Let’s see if you have the guts.” I hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless. Hearing her words, Evelyn struggled even more violently: “Tessa, I’ve done so much for you, and this is how you treat me…” I hadn’t actually planned to kill anyone, and in a moment of hesitation, Evelyn broke free. The scissors were instantly snatched away, and I was once again pinned firmly to the ground. Just as Tessa was about to explode, a knock came at the door.
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