Since My Best Friend Married My Father

My best friend has been especially good to me.

When my mother passed away, she married my wealthy dad, claiming she would take care of me in my mother's absence.

She sold my dad's unused villa, saying I was using it to raise a toy boy.

She maxed out my dad's secondary credit card, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts.

While pregnant, she had an affair with my boyfriend that led to severe bleeding, saying I was afraid she would give birth to a son and take the family fortune, which led to me supposedly pushing her down the stairs and causing a miscarriage.

In the end, my dad sent me to a coal mine as penance.

There, my boyfriend dismembered me to silence me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my best friend's affair and miscarriage.

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Emma Green would always tell my dad she was with me when she was cheating with my boyfriend.

She would say I was grieving my mother and needed care after getting drunk on the street; or that I was being chased by loan sharks due to gambling and needed help. She even used excuses like coming to take care of me after being beaten by the original wife for being a mistress.

At this moment, my dad's phone was ringing off the hook.

As soon as I answered, his furious voice exploded in my ear.

"Olivia Jones, what do you mean by saying you want to move out and be independent, while you're having Emma run over to serve you every day?"

"It's so late. Why are you keeping her over there? Emma treats you so well. Can't you show a little appreciation for her?"

"She is your stepmother, not your biological mother! She's pregnant. Can't you stop bothering her with everything? She's so innocent and kind. If you keep bullying her like this, don't blame me for disowning you as my daughter! Get her back to me right now!"

On the other end of the phone, my dad, unable to contain his anger, scolded me mercilessly.

In my previous life, after my mom fell seriously ill, Emma showed great concern for my dad every day, constantly inquiring about my mom's condition.

If it weren't for the fact that she immediately married my dad after my mom passed away, I would have truly believed she cared about my parents from the bottom of her heart.

After she got together with my dad, I moved out and gradually distanced myself from them.

However, I still frequently received furious calls from my dad demanding answers.

But I had no idea what Emma was up to, so I could only make up excuses to brush him off.

Until that day when my dad came to confront me with rage in his eyes and taught me a harsh lesson before sending me to a dark coal mine, where my boyfriend cruelly silenced me.

Only then did I realize that not only had I been wearing a green hat, but I had also become a scapegoat for someone else's sins.

Recalling the cruel revenge my dad took in my past life and the ruthless methods Emma and my boyfriend used to silence me filled me with a surge of anger.

My dear dad.

In this life, I want you to see with your own eyes what kind of person your so-called pure and kind Emma really is!

After making up my mind, I smiled into the phone and said, "My dear stepmother is busy playing poker right now and can't come back for the time being."

As soon as I finished speaking, my expression turned cold, and I hung up without wanting to say another word to my dad.

But soon after, a series of violent knocks echoed at the door.

As I twisted the lock open, a powerful force from outside slammed into me, causing me to stagger backward.

Before I could react, several bodyguards rushed in and pinned me down tightly.

Meanwhile, my dad stomped into my home with heavy steps, quickly searching for Emma's figure.

He turned the small two-bedroom apartment upside down but found nothing.

"Didn't you say Emma was playing poker? Where is she?"

My dad confronted me with red eyes and an angry tone.

Seeing his furious expression ignited a sense of satisfaction for revenge within me.

I replied slowly.

"I only said she was playing poker. I never said she was playing with me. Maybe she's playing with my boyfriend instead. Why don't you go ask him?"

My dad grabbed my collar and said darkly.

"Stop talking back! I'll ask you one last time—where are you hiding Emma?"