“Her movie-star mother is so kind, and she still made her cry! A daughter like this should be beaten to death!”
Only then did I realize my family call had been broadcast live by my movie-star mother.
They pulled my hair, kicked me, and forced me to kneel and bow. Someone ripped at my wedding dress while another raised a camera to record my shame.
“Kneel and apologize to your sister and the actress!”
“And that wedding dress! Does someone like you deserve to wear it? Tear it off! Let her see how you steal a man!”
The pain made my hands shake, but I still lifted my head and shouted, “I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?”
The crowd grew restless, and my brother and mother’s bodyguards rushed in, pushing everyone back.
My brother’s voice shook with anger. “You still dare say you did nothing wrong? I told you not to provoke Heidi about Atlas, so why are you holding a wedding in a dress? Why make this mess just to force a marriage?”
But when he rushed over and saw me clearly, he froze.
My wedding dress was already torn, barely covering me, and bruises marked my skin. My forehead and body were smeared with dirty liquid.