One Dinner, One Disaster: Mother‑In‑Law Sold My House

One evening, Shawn called to tell me he couldn't pick me up. He had to work overtime, so I returned home alone.

As I arrived at the guardhouse, the security guard said, "A group of fierce-looking men came looking for you earlier. They had an access card, so I had no reason to stop them from entering."

My brow furrowed at that. I hadn't given an access card to anybody else, so perhaps the guard had made a mistake.

After complaining about it to my parents, I went straight home.

To my surprise, the moment I opened the front door, I was greeted by the sight of several men. They swiftly closed in on me the second I stepped inside.

I hurriedly backed away in a panic, yelling, "Who are you people? Why are you in my house? I'm calling the police and have you arrested for trespassing!"

Someone was quick to shut the door. Meanwhile, the fiercest-looking man grabbed my hair and violently slammed my head against the wall.

"You bitch! Do you think I'm scared of you?"

Pain exploded through my skull.

I struggled to reach my bag, wanting to grab my phone to call the police. However, the man noticed and snatched it out of my reach. He tossed it to the others and ordered them to find my phone and crush it.

Then, he yanked my head back by my hair and snapped, "Trying to call the police, are you? Looks like I need to teach you a lesson!"

With that, he began punching and kicking at me.

All I could do was try my best to protect my head. Despite my efforts, blood still trickled from the corner of my mouth.

Once the man finally stopped, he snarled, "Aunt Melissa already sold this house to me, so what gives you the right to take it back, huh?"

He gestured at one of the men, who placed a house sale agreement in front of me.

"Today, you have to sign this agreement and give me the house, no matter what!"

Aunt Melissa sold this house to this man? It was only then that I realized that he was talking about my mother-in-law.

So, what Shawn said about her learning her lesson was nothing but a load of nonsense.

Fighting to endure the pain, I snuck a glance at the surveillance camera in the corner of the living room.

"I'm not signing anything. I never agreed to sell my house to you!"

At that moment, Melissa emerged from behind the men. Hands on her hips, she spat at me. "You bitch, it seems like you still haven't learned your lesson!"

She then turned to the men. "Don't hold back. Beat her up as hard as you can. I don't even care if she dies! At least then my son can marry someone I approve of!"

Hearing that, the man kicked me in the stomach, over and over again.

The agony was so intense that I couldn't even speak.

Then, he grabbed my hand and forced me to sign the house sale agreement. Waving the agreement at me, he declared, "Now that the house is mine, you can get the fuck out!"

When Melissa saw that I still wasn't dead, her eyes lit up with a sly gleam before she came over to yank at my clothes.

"Strip this bitch bare before tossing her out on the streets! Let's see if she's able to look anyone in the eye again after that!"

My eyes widened in terror as I stared at the group before me. "You can't do this to me!"

With just a glance from the leader, the other men had me pinned to the ground. Melissa's face twisted in a sinister smile as she tore at my clothes.

As my skin was exposed, the way those men looked at me changed.

The leader swept a lecherous gaze over me before saying to Melissa, "Aunt Melissa, since you plan on having your son get a new wife, why not let us have some fun with this one?"

Melissa didn't even hesitate before she agreed, her eyes gleaming maliciously. "Do whatever you want. That would save me the trouble of having to find an excuse for my son to divorce her. There's no way he would want damaged goods as a wife!"