Chapter 4

Brianna was hell-bent on having Spencer for herself. She said to me condescendingly, "And why are you so confident about that? Rip her clothes off!"

Two of her friends came forward and began tearing my clothes off me.

I desperately pulled my jacket around me, but as they'd tortured me for so long, I no longer had much energy left to fight. Eventually, I was outnumbered yet again, and they succeeded in taking my clothes off.

Considering the fact that the live-stream was still ongoing, Brianna had no choice but to leave my bralette on.

I spat at her in disdain. "Is this all you're capable of? Your low-handed tactics of ripping clothes off and cursing another woman are utterly disgusting!"

"Shut up!" Brianna yelled, livid.

Then, two of her friends came up beside me and forced me down to my knees. Brianna stood proudly in front of me and haughtily gave me several slaps across the face.

My face burned from the pain and swelled up in a matter of minutes. This was the first time I'd ever been abused in my life!

Taking advantage of a moment when their guards were down, I broke free from their hold and used all the energy I had left in me to deliver a heavy slap to Brianna's face.

As she was caught off guard, Brianna stumbled and fell to the floor. She cupped her cheek in her hand and shouted, "How dare you hit me? Get her!"

Her friends behind her pounced on me instantly and pinned me to the floor before they beat me up.

In a split second, I felt as though all my bones were shattered. I spat out a mouthful of blood and saw stars.

As I was pinned on the floor, I took a good look at all the people in the room. Not a single one of them came forward to stop things. In fact, some of them even took joy in filming everything with their phones.

The live-stream viewers were riled up too, and comments about how satisfying this was to them quickly flooded the comments section.

"Good job! Mistresses like her deserve to be taught a lesson!"

"Let's see if she'll still behave so cockily. This shut her up, didn't it?"

"If only all homewreckers were punished like this! I don't think anyone would dare intrude on other people's relationships if this were the case. Great job, Brianna!"

The crowd cheered Brianna on, further exciting her. She hurriedly got her friends to stop.

Just as I thought that she was done messing with me and was going to let me go, her friends who had gone out earlier returned.

"We got what you want!"

I followed everyone's gazes and saw what it was that they retrieved. It was a red, hot branding iron!

Under my terrified gaze, Brianna slowly walked up to me and pressed it down forcefully on my back.

I let out a blood-curdling shriek.

The words "shameless homewrecker" were burned into my back. Brianna seemed proud of what she'd done and looked at me smugly. "Let's see if you still have the guts to seduce other men in the future!"

I was tortured to the brink of death and even caught a familiar whiff of burning flesh. I nearly passed out from the pain. Opening my mouth to speak, I wasn't even able to make a sound.

I felt like I wasn't going to make it out alive. Was this really going to be the end of me?

Just as I was about to give up all hope of surviving, I heard someone exclaim excitedly, "Mr. Crawford is here!"