Because of a Cunning Illegitimate Daughter, My Family Kill Me

The next day, I was wheeled into the operating room.

After enduring the agonizing surgery, I dragged my exhausted body to the wedding venue. I had to stop them from releasing the video.

When I arrived at the wedding hall, I looked at everything before me with a pale face.

Lavender swayed in the wind, the dreamlike ceremony hall and the gorgeous bride being escorted by her father and brother. Everything here was exactly as I had once described to my family.

My father held Sally's hand, his heart aching as he placed it into the groom's. "Connor, I entrust my daughter to you. If you ever treat her poorly, I will make you repay it a hundredfold. The Shermans will always be Sally's strongest support."

A blissful smile spread across Sally's face as my father and brother stood beside her like guardians.

I couldn't take it anymore and rushed forward, desperate to stop them. But a heartbeat later, the giant LED screen lit up with the video from that day, when they had drugged me and dragged me into an alley. They even edited the footage to make it look like I went willingly.

Everyone presents showed expressions of disgust. Connor, in particular, roared with loathing in his eyes. "Change it back immediately! My wedding doesn't need this tramp to show up!"

My family watched as everything unfolded and when they saw me in the video, a hint of disgust appeared on their faces as well. Ironically, they were the ones who had done all of this to me.

The revelation struck me like lightning. I stumbled back uncontrollably, knocking over a flower stand behind me, which crashed to the floor with a loud noise. Every gaze quickly snapped to me.

"Isn't that Miss Susan from the LED screen? How dare she show up here? Did she release that video herself? How shameless!"

The whispers slithered into my ears like venomous snakes. I clutched my head tightly, desperate to flee.

But the next second, a group of reporters appeared out of nowhere and surrounded me. The expressions on their faces were completely manic.

"Miss Susan, I heard you willingly engaged in promiscuous relations with multiple partners just to break off the engagement with Connor Ladner. Are you dissatisfied with his family?"

"Miss Susan, by showing up at the wedding now and releasing these videos, are you trying to provoke the Ladners and your sister?"

Hearing this, I finally erupted in fury. "I have no sister!"

The reporters paid no heed to my words, shoving microphones right in my face.

"Miss Susan, I hear you were hospitalized yesterday due to your promiscuity and will never be able to have children. Is that true?"

As they spoke, they started to pull at my clothes. When they found the wounds underneath, they became even more excited.

I struggled desperately, but having just undergone surgery, I was no match for them. They tore my clothes away piece by piece, made me wish I could die right there.

"My God, these wounds are real! Those videos must be real, too! Who would've thought the high-and-mighty Susan Sherman secretly indulges in promiscuity!"

"Hurry! Get all of this evidence! We're going to help Miss Susan make a name for herself and become infamous forever!"

Their mocking laughter echoed endlessly in my ears.

I crouched down, clutching my body tightly, my cheeks wet with relentless tears.

"Miss Susan, don't crouch! You posted that video here to become famous, didn't you? You're such a natural slut."

They ripped at my limbs while they talked, as if they wanted to devour every bit of my flesh.

Finally, I heard my father and brother roar from distance. "What are you doing? Stop immediately!"

They began to run toward me after that. The bodyguards, seeing the situation, also began to charge.

The next second, Sally, who had been behind my father, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, letting out a sharp cry of pain.

At once, Aidan and my father's steps came to an abrupt halt.

"Dad, Aidan, I'm fine. Go check on Susan first," Sally spoke with strength, rising to her feet only to stumble and fall again.

Pain flickered across their faces before they finally gritted their teeth and turned to me.

"Susan, the bodyguards are coming to help you. Hang on a little longer."

With those words, they abandoned me and helped Sally toward the backstage.

The bodyguards began shooing away the reporters and I was pushed to the ground by the surging crowd. The countless feet instantly trampled over me without restraint.

In the final second before losing consciousness, all I saw were the malicious stares of everyone present.