My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 10

When I heard that my dad was getting engaged to a foreign social media influencer, I was genuinely thrilled.

Having lost my mother years ago, I was happy to see my father finally letting go of the past and moving forward. That day after school, I playfully dragged him to a restaurant to celebrate.

However, I didn't anticipate that my soon-to-be stepmom's friend would spot us, take a photo, and post it on Instagram with a caption that read, "How shameful! Mr. Torres having a secret rendezvous with a young model late at night."

Unaware of the brewing storm, I finished dinner and walked back to my evening class. I had always kept a low profile at school; no one knew I was the Torres family's heiress. To my classmates and teachers, I was just an ordinary student, and I liked it that way.

But as soon as I stepped into the classroom building, I heard a woman's shrill voice, so loud it seemed to shake the walls.

"Don't blame me for disrupting class—how can I tolerate the mistress who's practically riding on my head?"

"She sends flirty messages to my man all day, calling him Daddy and acting shamelessly. She's spent all of my husband's money!"

"She just had fun with my husband today, and now she's here pretending to study. How can I let this slide?"

"I'm a public figure, a positive role model! Today, I'll expose this tramp's true face!"

Alarmed, I hurried to the classroom. When I reached the door, I saw several teachers fuming with righteous indignation.

"What a disgrace! So young and already acting like this. We can't let her off!"

"Just expel her. Who knows if she'll seduce my son one day?"

The woman, teary-eyed with gratitude, turned to the crowd.

"Thank you all for your support. Mind if I livestream this? The whole internet deserves to see her true colors!"

Something felt off. Standing on tiptoe to peek inside, I froze when I saw a familiar face. It was Evelynn Barnes, my dad's fiancée-to-be.

Her face twisted with fury, and as I processed what was happening, I quickly texted my dad:

"Daddy, did you do something to upset your fiancée? She and her friends are causing chaos at my class!"

"Marriage is a two-person thing, Dad. You can't treat her like this."

Before I could send another message, a pair of high heels appeared in front of me. Before I could look up, my hair was yanked hard, and I was dragged into the classroom.

A sharp kick landed on my back, and I fell to the floor, unable to stop myself.

Evelynn's voice rang out, filled with venom:

"Everyone, look! This is the mistress I was talking about!"

As my hair was yanked and my clothes were torn, I couldn't hold back my cries of pain. Evelynn's laughter echoed in my ears.

"Daddy? How sweet. You shameless tramp, still acting like you're innocent."

Her expression grew darker as her strikes became harsher.

"You little vixen, I'll make sure you remember this beating. Later, I'll drag you to the engagement party and ask Jack in front of everyone—does he enjoy you more or me?"

"You'll never marry into the Torres family. At best, you're just a toy Jack will toss aside when he's bored!"

Her cruel words were like needles piercing my heart.

"Strip her clothes off! Let's see if this shameless tramp still has any pride left!" one of her friends shouted with a vicious glint in her eye.

They grabbed at my hair and tore at my clothes as blood dripped from my wounds. To them, this wasn't about exposing the truth—it was entertainment, a sick game to relish my humiliation.

"Stop! This is illegal! What you're doing is a crime!" I screamed, trying to shield myself. But I was no match for them.

Just as my last layer of clothing was about to be ripped away, I cried out with all the strength I had left:

"Evelynn, Jack is my dad!"