I Was Driven to the Edge of Revenge After Being Disfigured by My Soon-to-be Stepmom Roommate

Fiona charged at me again, slapping me hard across the face, the pain igniting the cut from the knife. I clenched my fists in agony.

She looked at me and burst into laughter, reveling in my humiliation as she yanked my hair and dragged me outside.

“This girls’ dorm is too good for you. You should be taken to a restaurant so everyone on campus can see what a mess you are!”

Her heart was so wicked it made me sick, and I struggled against her grip, the horrifying images playing in my mind, leaving me feeling numb and on the verge of collapse.

When my mouth was finally freed, I angrily shouted, “I’m Damon’s daughter!”

When Fiona and her friends heard me, they paused for a moment, their laughter faltering. Then, with a sly glint, Fiona burst into laughter again.

“Do you think I’m stupid? My boyfriend’s last name is Malone. You’re a Meyer! You can’t even lie convincingly. What a pathetic liar! You always act all studious, but you’re just a shameless piece of trash.”

“Ugh, this is so disgusting! You seriously want to drag that into this? What do you think you have that gives you the right to show off in front of Fiona?”

Fiona slapped me again, pulling my hair as she continued to drag me outside, and not a single person came to help.

Seeing that the time was way past due and no one was answering their phones, my dad was getting anxious and did not want to wait anymore, so he just decided to come pick us up.

He had met Fiona at this university and, after his speech as a shareholder, had started a slow relationship with her.

As he walked closer, he caught a glimpse of Fiona’s face, and his eyelids started to twitch with alarm as he quickened his pace.

I desperately tried to cover my face, but Fiona and her crew kept pulling my hands away.

Surrounded by girls, especially since we were outside a girls' dorm, the others noticed someone in a dishevelled state.

Regardless of what had happened, everyone instinctively gathered around to shield me.

“Being a side chick is so cool, huh? What are you afraid of showing your face for? Everyone should see what’s written on it!”

Fiona forced my hands apart, and when she saw my tear-streaked face, she could not help but laugh triumphantly.

In a sudden burst of anger, I shoved Fiona to the ground, and she slammed against a tree, landing hard.

When she saw the blood from the cuts on her hands, she got up, furious, and kicked me in the stomach.

I doubled over, clutching my belly. My face was pale, and people around us began to intervene.

“I heard they’re from the same dorm, and that side chick is top of the class!”

“Yeah, I think her name is Sophie, but still, no one should be hitting her like this. She could go to jail!”

“Pfft, Fiona's boyfriend is a shareholder at the school, so the teachers are definitely gonna protect her.”

My dad could not believe it when he saw Fiona’s usual gentle demeanor twisted into something monstrous. His gaze shifted to me.

Confusion was etched in his expression as whispers of speculation swirled around us.

He wanted to see who his usually sweet girlfriend was being so vicious toward because, after all, taking it out on the side chick meant he was the one who stirred up the trouble.

He pushed through the crowd to pull Fiona up, demanding to know what had happened.

“Sob! I can’t live like this anymore! It’s all your fault for finding a side chick and making me look silly! She even dared to hit me!”

Fiona clung to my dad’s shoulder, acting all spoiled and arrogant.

“What side chick? You’re the only one. Where’s this side chick nonsense coming from?”

“She even calls you ‘Dad’. I had no idea you were so open about your relationships!”

“What do you mean ‘Dad’? Dad!?”