My Future Sister-in-Law Scarred My Face

Rosalie's slaps were even harder this time.

My face burned with pain, and I tasted a hint of sweetness in my mouth. I was bleeding. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had never been so humiliated in my life.

"Stop hurting my daughter.

You've got it all wrong. We're Connor's family," my parents said as they hurried out of the car to intervene, but Waylon kicked them to the ground.

Spitting, Waylon sneered, "We got clear proof, and you call it a misunderstanding? Fuck you. You claim to be Connor's family? He doesn't asshole family like you."

"The whole lot of you are assholes. A daughter as another woman and parents covering for her, what a shame."

"Serves them right. Families like this deserve a harsh lesson."

"Let everyone witness the fate of another woman today."

Rosalie's relatives and friends chimed in with more insults.

Bystanders stopped to watch, pointing and glaring at us with contempt.

Seeing my parents get hit made me panic. Fueled by rage, I somehow mustered the strength to push Waylon away. Then I shouted at Rosalie, "You're Rosalie, right?

I really am Connor's sister. Call him if you don't believe me..."

However, Rosalie interrupted me with another slap.

"Fuck you, bitch. Doing this and not owning up? Still playing innocent? You call Connor 'darling' in your texts. And now you claim you're just his sister?

You're nothing but the other woman, a whore," Rosalie yelled, hands on her hips, convinced of her accusations.

But Connor was my brother, and it was totally normal for me to use affectionate terms with him.

Clearly, Rosalie was just being paranoid, unreasonable, and way too suspicious. I couldn't believe how self-righteous she was acting.

It turned out, Rosalie wasn't as sweet, virtuous, and well-mannered as Connor had made her out to be.

"Rosalie, don't waste your breath on her. Lock her up and parade her around," Waylon said coldly.

"Right, I'm definitely teaching this bitch a lesson today," Rosalie agreed, nodding.

The surrounding crowd clapped and cheered. Rosalie's live stream viewers also got into it, some even sending her gifts.

I was in shock. Just as I tried to call Connor, Waylon yanked me by my hair and dragged me violently toward a metal cage.