After My Fiancé Filmed My Assault, I Ruined His Family

He held up his phone, showing them the video.

Uriah jabbed at the screen, laughing, “Look at her! She’s actually crying with her nose running. Begging them on her knees, hahaha, it’s ridiculous.”

I stared intently at the small screen replaying my pitiful scene. My own desperate cries echoed around me, mingling with the vile insults they spewed at me.

It felt like I was back in that suffocating alleyway in a bustling corner of the city, struggling to breathe, helplessly clutching my collar. The faces of those who had mocked and belittled me blended with the faces of my family, laughing at the video, suffocating me.

My face was pale, “Why? Why? Am I not your daughter?”

The despair in my eyes seemed to touch something in Angelina, as she hesitated, about to approach me.

Hunter whimpered softly, “Ugh, I feel a little dizzy…”

Her voice immediately diverted Angelina's attention back, and she rushed to her side, fussing over her.

Hunter blinked pathetically, “These images remind me of when I was bothered. I’m so afraid of people talking about it…”

Nixon gently stroked her hair, comforting her, “Don’t worry. You see, Ellie was harassed too. I’ve already posted it online. From now on, everyone will talk about her instead.”

I blinked, struggling to understand his reasoning, “Why! How could you post those videos online!”

Hunter’s so-called harassment had been nothing more than a man bumping into her on the street. But they actually had someone degrade me and then shared it online.

It was absurd.

“Are you trying to ruin me, Nixon?”

He shrugged dismissively, unaware of the gravity of his actions, “What’s the big deal? People will just talk about you. But Hunter might have gotten depressed from her incident.”

Her supposed depression was nothing more than some vague posts on social media. She hadn’t even seen a doctor, yet they all fussed endlessly over it.

Angelina frowned with disapproval, “You’re out all day; what decent girl does that? So, what’s wrong with someone touching you a bit?”

Since starting college, I had neither tuition nor living expenses. I barely survived by juggling three part-time jobs every day, yet she thought I was just wasting time.

Rayden looked at me disapprovingly, “You’ve already upset Nixon by stealing his spotlight. Now, is it too much to make a small sacrifice for your sister’s condition? You need to be more generous and stop being so petty.”

Uriah added, “Are you trying to make Hunter’s depression worse?”

I stumbled back. It was as if I wasn’t their daughter but an unforgivable criminal.

Hunter began to sob again, “Sister, why won’t you? I know you hate me…”

Nixon immediately wrapped his arms around her, “Don’t cry, Hunter. Look, it’s already trending online.”

He waved his phone, “#HeiressScandal is trending. People will soon forget about your incident.”

My eyes widened, and I snatched the phone from him. Sure enough, the video of me struggling in that alley had spread everywhere. The comments were filled with mockery and disdain.

“Just got engaged and already messing around? Can’t keep from itching, huh!”

“Look at her. She probably wanted it, didn’t she?”

“Wonder if a hundred bucks can get a go at that?”

My hands shook uncontrollably, and my vision darkened. Is this what they wanted? Not just to harm my body but also to destroy my reputation?

Meanwhile, those who orchestrated it all watched contentedly.

Nixon kept wiping away Hunter’s tears, soothing her softly, “Don’t worry, nobody will dare gossip about you with me around.”

I glared at them, filled with hatred, my blood boiling, fists clenched tightly.

“I’m calling the police!”