My Future Sister-in-Law Scarred My Face

"Let me go! Let me go!" I yelled. "Rosalie, just call Connor. He'll explain everything."

But my pleas were useless. Rosalie just laughed, pleased with herself.

The rough concrete scraped my skin, the pain almost driving me to tears.

"Let go of my daughter!" My dad shouted as he rushed to help me, but Waylon kicked him away, sending him flying several feet before he hit the ground, coughing up blood.

It didn't stop there. Several others joined in, kicking and punching my dad mercilessly.

"You... You..." My mom, shaking with rage, tried to call the police, but Rosalie snatched her phone and smashed it.

"Look at yourself, you old hag, you raised a bitch. Why don't you just die? How can you even show your face?" Rosalie yanked my mom's hair and slammed her head against the car window.

There was a loud thump, and my mom's forehead started bleeding, her face twisted in pain. Then, she clutched her chest.

Desperate, I yelled, "My mom needs her heart meds!

Stop hitting my dad. Take it out on me if you have to!"

All I got back was Rosalie's cold, mocking smile.

"Meds? Your whole family dropping dead would be better. This is what you deserve for being the other woman," Rosalie spat out, cold and merciless.

Waylon shoved me roughly into the cage.

My dad lay on the ground, blood pouring from his wounds, motionless. My mom was curled up, clutching her chest. Watching them, panic overwhelmed me. Ignoring my own pain, I begged, "Please, let me take my parents to the hospital.

I'll pay whatever you want..."

Rosalie remained indifferent. The onlookers who came for the drama didn't offer any help either.

The comments on the live stream were all about how my family deserved to die.

I was truly desperate.

"But you got everything by scamming my boyfriend," Rosalie said with a cold smirk. "You want an ambulance? Kneel and beg for it."