After I Died, My Father Took Revenge

The sudden slap made my head buzz.

"You plastic surgery bitch, do you know where this is? How dare you barge in?"

"You even deliberately got plastic surgery to look like Vita to attract the attention of Mr. Smith. In order to squeeze into the rich family, you don't even care about your dignity?"

It was not until that moment that I realized that the person who suddenly ran in and beat me was Vita.

Because of my father's morbid protectiveness, I was always very cold towards him and never even called him dad.

Perhaps to vent his anger or make up for the regret in his heart, he looked everywhere for someone who looked like me.

And Vita was the substitute he found who most resembled me.

At that moment, Vita's face was filled with anger, and her eyes were blazing with fury.

"Bitch, you know my dad loves me so much that you try your best to look like me. You want to be my substitute and replace me, right?"

Vita's attitude was arrogant and bad, but considering that she didn't know the truth, I didn't intend to hold it against her for the slap.

I kindly advised,

"This is not a place for you to come. Leave here quickly before Alan Smith comes. Otherwise, no one can help you."

However, Vita not only did not appreciate it, but instead grabbed my hair and yelled,

"How dare you just call my dad by his name? You bitch sneaked into this villa because my dad is the richest man, didn't you? Now you're pretending to chase me away because you're afraid I'll ruin your scheme and end your dream of replacing me, right?

"Today I will show you what happens when you steal my dad from me!"

Having said that, Vita kicked me to the ground.

I stumbled upon a rock and instantly got a cut on my forehead.

I touched the blood on my forehead, looked at the aggressive Vita, and said coldly,

"You are so reckless. Aren't you afraid that Alan Smith will find out?"

Vita snorted disdainfully and said contemptuously,

"Do you know how much my dad loves me? If my face gets a little scratched, he would be so distressed that he can't sleep for a few days. Would he blame me for beating up a strange girl like you who came out of nowhere?"

The few girlfriends that Vita brought with her also sneered and agreed,

"That's right. Mr. Smith treats Vita like the apple of his eye. How can you, a plastic surgery girl who imitates Vita, compare with her?"

"Vita, your father is a wealthy man, and there must be many scheming bitches around him who want to sneak into your family to replace you. Today we can punish her as a warning to others and cut off the evil thoughts of those despicable and scheming bitches!"

"That's right. Let those bitches who want to climb up the social ladder know who Mr. Smith's daughter is!"

Those people all spoke sharply and had vicious eyes, looking like they wanted to tear me to pieces.

I looked solemn and said coldly, "You'd better find out who I am."

Vita raised her chin and said with disdain,

"You are just a plastic surgery girl who sneaked into the villa. Do you think you are worthy of me asking about your identity?

"I am the daughter of the richest man. Who the hell are you? Are you worthy enough to compete with me?"

As she spoke, her eyes turned fierce and she ordered her girlfriends behind her,

"Strip this bitch naked. I want to see if she can make her body look like mine."

Upon hearing that, several girls immediately rushed over and violently tore my clothes off.

I tried my best to protect my clothes while shouting,

"Stop. I am Alan Smith's biological daughter!"