My Future Sister-in-Law Scarred My Face

Despite feeling humiliated, I kneeled to Rosalie without a second thought, all for the sake of my parents.

Rosalie backtracked with a sneer. "Idiot. You kneel just because I said so?" She laughed mockingly.

"You!" I almost passed out from anger.

I thought, "Connor, you need to see this. Look who you're dating. There is no humanity in her. She's a devil!"

Rosalie turned to her phone, grinning. "Guys, hit me up with some gifts. I'm about to teach this bitch a lesson."

She and a few others then picked up hammers and started smashing my custom car, worth 10 million dollars, that I had shipped to the airport at great expense.

Waylon yanked the gem necklace from my neck and the diamond bracelet from my wrist, stuffing them into his pocket. He then pulled out a dagger and sneered viciously, "I'm going to scar your face today. You won't be seducing anyone after this."

"No, please no..." I backed away in terror, but was yanked back.

Rosalie's friends and family clapped and cheered.

"Get on with it."

"Give that bitch what she deserves."

"Draw on her face."

Many viewers in the live stream sent gifts, urging harsher actions.

Waylon then slashed my face with the dagger.

I winced in pain as blood ran down my cheeks and onto my neck.

Before I could say anything, Waylon slashed my face several more times.

It felt like I had plummeted into hell, the darkest moment of my life. My face was sticky with blood. Seeing my parents motionless, I exploded with rage.

"Rosalie, you'll never join the Foster family. I'll make you pay, blood for blood! You damn monster!" I screamed, my eyes red with anger, my voice hoarse.

"Shut up!" Waylon barked, raising his dagger to try to slash at my face.