Mistaken for a Gigolo, My Sister Went Wild!

Before I could react, Derek threw my car keys at the windshield. The glass of my Maybach shattered instantly. But that wasn’t enough for him. He swung his gym bag at my face, and the strap broke on impact. The bag hit the ground, revealing a 20kg dumbbell inside. I couldn’t believe he’d gone this far. He wasn’t planning to let me leave here in one piece!

While I was being dragged away, his gang pulled me toward the broadcasting room, and Derek went downstairs alone. Without hesitation, he grabbed a mop and started smashing my car, turning it into an unrecognizable wreck. Still unsatisfied, he stormed into the neighboring classroom, grabbed an intact chair, and threw it at my car with all his strength. With no windshield to stop it, the chair pierced through and lodged between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

After the destruction, he dusted off his hands with a sense of satisfaction and pointed the live stream camera at the ruined car, showing it to the audience.

“Listen up, everyone! This is how you deal with a prick like him! You beat him down until he’s too scared to even look at a woman! That’s how you win! A manwhore like him, who can’t even lift a finger, dares to compete with me for a woman? What a joke!”

With his anger still boiling, Derek picked up the mop and stormed into the broadcasting room. There, I was pinned in front of the microphone, my swollen lips pressed painfully against it. Blood smeared across the mic, leaving a trail of red.

I used every ounce of strength to bite down and keep myself from speaking.

Seeing my defiance, Derek pushed his brother aside and grabbed the mic. Turning it on, he shouted angrily, “I’m going to take a moment to introduce the gold digger who tried to crash my son’s parent-teacher meeting!”

“This piece of trash ruined my family, spent my wife’s money, and messed with my son. He says he’s here for the meeting. Well, now I’m giving him a chance to talk to the whole school!”

With that, he grabbed my arm and pinched it hard. The pain twisted my face, but I bit down, refusing to cry out as blood seeped from my lips.

Derek leaned in close and whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with menace, “Speak up! Or I’ll strip you naked and drag you through every classroom. Say it! Admit you’re a manwhore living off rich women and that you love sleeping with married women and living off their money!”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my teeth chattered from the force I was using to hold back. The humiliation and pain overwhelmed me, leaving me on the edge of passing out from lack of oxygen.

Finally, I gave in. “Fuck, fuck, I admit it! I admit it, alright? Just let me go!” I hissed, my jaw clenching in pain.

Derek then shoved the microphone into my mouth and cranked the volume to maximum.

With a cold laugh, he shouted, “Did everyone hear that? The bastard admitted it himself!” Turning to me, he sneered, “You better watch out from now on! You never know when you’ll run into someone like me who’ll beat you within an inch of your life!”

As if showing off his triumph, Derek tossed his phone onto a nearby desk. From the corner of my eye, I saw the screen lit up with a flood of virtual gifts. The number of viewers was skyrocketing.

'Damn it!' Anger and distress overwhelmed me.

Then, without warning, Derek swung the mop at me with both hands, hitting me repeatedly. I writhed in agony, unsure whether to protect my head or my body.

With a single brutal blow, my Rolex watch shattered, its sharp fragments embedding into my skin. Blood seeped from the cuts, only fueling Derek’s rage further.

His eyes burned red with fury, and he kept swinging, refusing to stop. Seeing things escalate, one of his friends tried to intervene, but Derek knocked him to the ground with the mop.

By then, the sound of approaching police sirens grew louder, but Derek didn’t seem to notice.

Exhausted and beaten, I lay there like a limping dog. My insides felt shattered, and my consciousness was slipping away.

Just then, I heard Harper’s voice. “Nate? Nathan, where are you?”