hapter 3
Kamila wasn’t satisfied with just tearing it apart; she then poured paint all over the pieces.]
The streamer standing next to Kamila stared at the torn paper on the floor, looking a bit dazed.]
“The one you just ripped up looks like a Van Gogh painting. I remember seeing it at an auction, where a mysterious billionaire bought it for fifty million. Could it be real?”
Kamila’s hand trembled at the thought, clearly shocked by the idea that the painting could be worth so much.
But another streamer quickly mocked, “It’s deflutely fake. How could a college girl afford such an expensive piece?”
“And even if it’s real, it was bought with Kamila’s dad’s money.”
“What’s the problem with a daughter smashing her own father’s belongings?”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at their words.
Peter was just a live–in son–in–law in my family. Even after marrying my mom, he didn’t have much ambition and only held a cushy position at my company.
The small salary he earned each month barely covered his meals.
After my mom passed away, I saw how heartbroken he was, so I instructed the lawyer to transfer him a million dollars a month for living expenses and gave him my mom’s old Maybach to drive.
But even with that, he couldn’t have afforded those paintings.
Relatives always said that if it weren’t for my mom, Peter would be nothing more than a security guard at the company.]
Yet, Kamila believed what the streamer said.
“You’re right. My dad’s money is my money, and all these things were bought with his money. If I’m destroying my own things, what does it matter?‘
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“Everyone, keep smashing! If there’s any I’ll take blame!”
With Kamila’s command, everyone became even more excited, smashing things with renewed vigor.
All the other famous paintings and precious gems in the study were destroyed.]
The luxury shoes, handbags, and haute couture dresses in my bedroom weren’t spared either.[]
water.]
Even the silk bed set on my bed was doused in filthy water.
Seeing that neither kind words nor stern warnings could stop these people from their rampage, I reached for my phone to call the police.
But before I could dial, a sharp–eyed streamer noticed and snatched it from me, smashing it to the ground with a vicious grin
“How dare a mistress like you think about calling the police?”
“Don’t think that just because the law doesn’t punish mistresses, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, what the law doesn’t handle, we, the online judges, willr“]
“We online judges specialize in dealing with morally corrupt scum like your
As my phone shattered into pieces, the live viewers cheered, feeling satisfied.
In an instant, my once pristine home, filled with valuable art, had turned Into a garbage dump
Watching the streamers, their eyes wild with destructive glee, I said coldly,
“You’re having fun smashing things now. I hope you’ll be just as happy when it’s time to pay up and head to jall. Don’t come crying to me then.“]
But they paid no attention to my words and only intensified their destruction
They kept smashing while interacting with the live audience.]
“Doesn’t this just feel so satisfying?”
“People as morally corrupt as her don’t deserve to have these nice things!”
“If the artists knew their work was being owned by a mistress, they’d be furious.”
“Hit that like button, everyone! Let’s get to 300,000 likes, and we’ll keep smashing!”
Seeing these people, drunk on their own pursuit of views, I didn’t bother saying anything more.
I’d already said all I needed to say.[]
But it’s hard to persuade someone who’s determined to self–destruct.
Fortunately, when I moved into this house, I had surveillance cameras installed at the entrance.
No one involved in this ridiculous spectacle, whether they were the main streamers or the small fry, would escape justice.
Noticing how calm I was, one of the streamers smirked and sneered
“Everyone, this bitch seems way too calm. Do you think she’s hiding some treasure we haven’t found yet? Let’s search!“]
With that, Kamila flipped over the mattress in the bedroom.
Under the bed frame, a hidden compartment was revealed, containing a black velvet box.
Seeing this, my face changed.]
“Don’t touch that box!”
