Horrible illegitimate Daughter, Don't Frame Me!

A foul smell spread over my body, and I looked closer to see that it was Mila who had thrown the egg at me.

Seeing my disheveled state, the hosts sneered.

"Look at you, appearing so innocent, but what did you choose to do? A mistress! How shameless!"

"That's right! Young girls these days don't want to work hard anymore. They would rather sleep with men twice their age just to live a comfortable life. It's truly a decline in morality."

When the neighbors heard the noise, they gathered around my house to see what was happening.

They held up their phones, capturing photos and videos of me. And their faces filled with disdain.

Feeling somewhat helpless, I took out a tissue and wiped my face. I said coldly, "You are Mila Graham, right? I'm Bethany Dawson, your dormmate. You've clearly mistaken me for someone else. I don't know your father, so how could I possibly be his mistress? Considering we are dormmates, I'll let this go. You should take these people and leave immediately."

When Mila transferred to our class, my father specifically told me to take good care of her.

However, since I kept a low profile at school and was already interning at the company when she arrived, we didn't have much interaction.

She was ultimately a victim of her father's affair. For my father's sake, I didn't intend to make a fuss with her.

To my surprise, Mila's voice grew even louder after hearing my words.

"Why, you have the nerve to be the mistress for a man much older than you but lack the courage to admit it?"

As she spoke, she took out her phone and played a video in front of me.

"These are all proof that you are my dad's mistress! You are so shameless for some money!"

I took a closer look and realized that the so-called evidence was actually a video of my father picking me up in his Maybach.

It was my birthday that day. He picked me up at the school gate with a big bouquet of white roses and bought me a bag that I liked.

I was so happy that I gave him a big hug before getting in the car.

It was at that moment, I finally realized the truth. Mila's father was also my father, Richard Graham.

And the mistress she accused of being financially supported by his father was actually me.

In fact, Richard was not my biological father.

My biological father died when I was very young.

My mother had married Richard because I was being ridiculed at school for not having a father.

Before the marriage, Richard signed an agreement with my mother, stating that he willingly joined our family and had no interest in our wealth.

Plus, he was really nice to me, so my mother accepted him.

It wasn't until my mother's car accident that I found out the truth.

But at that time, I had already regarded Richard as my biological father.

So, even without a blood relationship, I continued to provide him with one million dollars per month as living expenses through my lawyer after my mother's death.

But I never expected that he had already started a separate family and even had Mila while deceiving my mother.

If he wanted to form a new family, I could understand.

But why did he betray my mother when she was still alive?

Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger in my heart and said coldly, "Mila, I advise you to do some investigation into my relationship with Richard. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

Mila rolled her eyes.

"What's there to investigate? My parents had a strong bond, and it was because of you bitch, that my father changed his heart!

"You only seduced my dad because you were young. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to compare to my mom."

The hosts chimed in.

"That's right! Acting so innocent, what else are you good at other than selling yourself and shamelessly being with your roommate's father? He could be your dad with his age. How shameless!"

"Innocent? It's all an act. This appearance might deceive some older men, but we won't fall for it!"

Seeing that everyone was on her side, Mila excitedly lifted the jade plate on the table and threw it onto the ground.

As the jade shattered, her expression became even more triumphant.

"What I despise most is the mistresses kept by rich men.

"Women like this are a cancer to society and should be executed!"

Finishing her words, she took out a can of spray paint from her bag and sprayed two large blood-red words on my entry door: "Mistress, die."

Looking at the words on the door, I stared at Mila and said coldly, "Mila, soon you will realize who the word mistress is referring to."

When Mila heard what I said, she rushed to me again and started to curse. "You shameless bitch! You were being kept by my father, yet you dare to speak in such a sarcastic manner. I'll give you a good slap!"

As she said that, Mila raised her arm and was about to slap me.

I grabbed her wrist and threw her aside in annoyance. "I'm warning you, take these people away immediately, or I'll call the police and sue you for trespassing!"

Mila had a look of disbelief on her face. "You, a mistress, dare to argue with me? I have seen shameless people before, but never seen someone as shameless as you!

"Everything you eat, live in, and use are all paid by my dad. I can come whenever I want. What right do you have to interfere? Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my mother, you shameless bitch!"

After saying that, Mila went crazy and started smashing things in my house.

Seeing this, the hosts also joined in the smashing.

They smashed while interacting with the audience in the livestream.

"I've punished so many mistresses, but this is the first time I've seen someone so arrogant."

"Maybe she has more than one Sugar Daddy. God knows how many families she has ruined."

"My friends, please follow me. I will take you on a firsthand perspective of tearing down this mistress' house."

As soon as these words were spoken, the livestream instantly erupted, and the number of viewers soared to over a hundred thousand.

Everyone was urging the hosts to act quickly.

As I watched the collection in my home about to be destroyed, I issued a final warning.

"I advise you to stop immediately. These items were all collected by my father during his lifetime. They are priceless. If you destroy them, not only will you have to bear substantial compensation, but you will also end up in jail. Think it through."

When Mila heard this, she became even crazier.

She reached out and grabbed the most exquisitely framed painting from the bookshelf, tearing it to shreds.

"So what if I destroy them? As a mistress like you, how dare you even collect these artworks?"