The Class Beauty’s Wedding Shocked Us All
Chapter 4
“The more you want it, the more I’ll destroy it!”
Before I could reach it, Bianca hurled the necklace to the ground.
With a sharp crack, the jade pendant shattered.
Shards were scattered across the pavement.
“No!”
Watching the only relic left by my parents break apart, my chest seized. I could hardly breathe.
“You beast!”
Instinctively, I raised my hand, ready to strike her. But at the last second, I froze.
My superiors had always warned me: I could be ruthless against enemies, but never ordinary people—one slip could mean fatal consequences. I couldn’t afford to act rashly.
Seeing me hesitate, Bianca smirked and tapped her cheek mockingly.
“Go on, hit me! Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to strike the wife of the richest man!”
I ignored her taunts, crouched down, and quietly gathered the broken pieces from the ground.
“Coward!”
“You don’t dare hit me, but I’ll dare you!” She screamed, then turned to her classmates.
“Teach this bitch a lesson! A million to whoever satisfies me the most!”
The crowd, already hostile, rushed at me with punches and kicks.
“You want to hit Bianca? She’s the richest man’s wife now—who do you think you are?”
“She only broke your necklace. You slept your way into it anyway. Just find a few more men to pay you. Why fuss?”
“Shameless mistress! First, you seduce someone’s husband, then you try to strike the wife? Do you think we’re easy to bully?”
Even the homeroom teacher joined in with a sly kick.
Through the blows, I clutched the necklace fragments and hissed, “You’ll regret this.”
That only sent them into hysterics.
“Regret? Don’t make us laugh! Do you think this is still high school? You were just a nerd then, and now you’re nothing!”
“Exactly! You’re a piece of trash, abandoned by society. You sell your body for money, and you still dare threaten us?”
“A mistress should know her place—stand straight and take your beating!”
“You shameless whore, stealing your old classmate’s man! If I were you, I’d smash my head against a wall!”
Their faces brimmed with scorn as they mocked and humiliated me.
Onlookers jeered as well, saying I was overestimating myself.
Bianca, basking in their support, grabbed my hair and declared arrogantly,
“Regret? I’ve never regretted anything in my life. I’ll wait and see how a worthless piece of trash like you could ever make me regret it!”
Just as her words fell, the roar of engines thundered.
Hundreds of military off-road vehicles surged up and braked sharply before the crowd.
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