My Brother’s Bride Insulted Me… Until She Learned Who I Really Am novel
But the moment I arrived, she casuallyyet deliberatelyasked me if I was still a virgin.
My gaze dropped on her pregnant belly. Thinking she was afraid I'd tease her for getting married while already expecting, I admitted openly that I wasn't.
I never expected her reaction.
She immediately swept all my makeup products onto the floor.
Do you not realize today is my wedding day? How dare a filthy woman like you touch me?!
Go find someone pure to do my makeup! If your bad luck rubs off on me, my husband won't spare you!
And take your trashy makeup with you! I don't want secondhand items tainted by someone like you!
I stared at her swollen belly for a long moment.
I honestly couldn't figure out how a woman who got pregnant before marriage had the guts to call anyone else 'unclean.'
I calmly gathered the items on the floor, then called my brother.
Your wife thinks I'm dirty, I said. So I won't be doing her makeup.
And that Maserati I gifted youI'll be taking it back. Your wife says everything that comes from me brings bad luck.
My words clearly rattled him. There must be some misunderstanding. Your sister-in-law, she
Before he could finish, Eliza snatched the phone and hurled it to the ground.
How dare you make a call in my dressing room?!
What, planning to summon all those men you've slept with to defend you?
So annoying! My perfect wedding is ruined because of you!
Bridesmaids rushed in after hearing the commotion. The moment they saw makeup scattered all over the floor, they froze.
Eliza pointed at me and shouted, Who arranged this? Whose bright idea was it to get unchaste to do my makeup?!
Such disgusting bad luck!
Several bridesmaids wrinkled their noses as they looked at me.
No wonder I smelled something the moment I walked in. Turns out it was a slut in the room.
What are you still standing here for? Get out!
Exactly! Eliza is the real daughter of the Campbell familythe one they just found! Because of her, Campbell Group's stock price has been skyrocketing for months!
Offend her, and you won't survive in San Antonio!
I quietly picked up my phone, my lips curling in a cold smile.
Campbell Group?
The only reason their stock price was rising was because I found out about my brother's fiance ahead of time, pulled some strings overseas, and boosted the company for a while.
I just never expected Eliza to use this as an excuse to act like a tyrant.
She didn't knowif I wanted that stock price to crash, it would crash.
With that thought, I lifted a broken palette from the ground and said slowly, each word sharp and clear, Why don't you think about how you're going to compensate me first?
Every product on the floor was from the highest-end luxury brands. The total easily exceeded a million.
Hearing that, Eliza burst into mocking laughter. A gold digger is still a gold digger. Exposed for not being a virgin and immediately breaking down?
Now she's even trying to extort money.
The bridesmaids chimed in, kicking aside the scattered products.
Look at these brandsnever seen or heard of them. These must be some cheap knockoffs.
Good thing Eliza noticed early. Imagine if she let this woman touch her faceit would've been ruined!
And who knows what diseases a woman like her carries? Using her things? Absolutely disgusting!
I ignored them and simply took photos of the damaged makeup.
The loss was easily over a million, enough to file a case.
What? Cat got your tongue? Eliza's voice grew even more triumphant as I stayed silent.
Eliza kicked at the hem of my dress.
Wearing something that's so sluttydon't tell me you usually use bridal makeup gigs as an excuse to seduce the groom?
My hand paused mid-air.
I was the chairwoman of an internationally renowned cosmetics corporation, worth hundreds of billions, and a globally recognized makeup artist.
Countless celebrities begged for an appointment with me and still couldn't get a slot. And yet here I was, lowering myself to do her makeuponly because she was marrying Maverick.
And she dared to insult my professionalism?
When she opened her mouth again, I lifted my gaze and met hers head-on.
You're pregnant before marriage and still claim to have some kind of virginity complex?
A laugh escaped me. Seriously? You? Calling anyone else dirty?
Where do you get that kind of face?
She hadn't expected me to fight back. Her cheeks flushed bright red. The baby in my stomach belongs to the groom! How is that the same?!
I gave him my first time, and I'm marrying him todayhow am I not clean?!
But youyou came here just to ruin my big day! What's your real motive?!
At that moment, Maverick sent me a voice-call request on WhatsApp.
The moment my screen lit up with his avatar, Eliza froze in disbelief.
Then she lunged forward and yanked my hair. So you are trying to seduce my husband!
That's why you came here, right?!
I knew itwomen who aren't virgins are always sluts! Always trying to lure men!
Don't think I don't knowthere are tons of women obsessed with my husband!
You must be one of them!
Suddenly, everything clicked.
So that's what this was about. All that 'unclean' nonsense? She wasn't disgustedshe was threatened.
Just your typical brainless bride who sees every woman as competition.
The bridesmaids rushed over, joining the attack. Two of them grabbed my arms, pinning me from both sides.
It makes perfect sense now!
She wanted to ruin Eliza's face with cheap makeup and then seduce the groom!
My arms were locked down tightI couldn't move. A rare flicker of panic shot through me.
My hands were everything to me. They couldn't be injured!
I spoke hurriedly, Maverick is my brother. If you don't believe me, call him!
Your brother? Eliza leaned in, her gaze dripping with contempt. What kind of 'brother'? A sugar daddy brother? A bedmate brother?
Her spit nearly hit my cheek. I instinctively tried to pull back, but the bridesmaids didn't let me move.
Before I could react, she raised her hand and slapped mehard.
I've been with Maverick long enough. I've never heard him mention having a sister!
Stop pretending to be some delicate little victim to seduce menyou're not worthy!
I froze.
It was trueMaverick wasn't my biological brother.
He was my uncle's son. My uncle and aunt died in an accident when I was five, and out of pity, my parents took him in and raised him like their own.
When my entire family moved abroad, he chose to stay in San Antonio, insisting he wanted to repay my parents by taking care of the domestic branch of our company.
I never expected he hadn't told Eliza about me at all.
Just then, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, she lifted the screen in front of my face, smugness overflowing.
My husband must've heard you bullied me. He's coming to help me!
She tapped the speaker button and answered sweetly, her voice turning syrupy in an instant.
Hubby! When are you getting here?
You won't believe itthe makeup artist today isn't even a virgin!
You know my parents hate anything unlucky!
What am I supposed to do now?
On the phone, Maverick's voice sounded anxious. Where is she? Where is she right now?
Eliza shot me a sideways glance. She's in my room.
She's just a gold-digger. She even tried to extort money from me just nowso disgusting
Before she could finish, Maverick cut her off sharply. Don't touch her. Stay where you are. I'm comingright now!
Then he hung up.
Eliza stared at her phone for a few seconds, stunned, before awkwardly putting it away.
Her bridesmaids immediately crowded around her, eyes full of envy.
Mr. Peterson really treats you so well! The moment he heard something had happened to you, he couldn't wait to rush over!
Exactly! It's not even the scheduled time yetso domineering!
Eliza, you're so lucky!
Being praised like that, Eliza's smug expression returned instantly. She lifted her chin, acting like everything should naturally revolve around her.
Just then, one bridesmaid asked, By the way, Eliza, what about your makeup now?
Eliza froze.She looked at the smashed luxury cosmetics scattered across the floor, then glared at me. You. Do it.
But after you finish, you need to compensate me with ten thousand. And you must kneel to give it to meto ward off your bad luck.
I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I couldn't stop myself from snapping back, You want me to do your makeup for free, then kneel and pay you ten thousand?
Well, I refuse.
You! She jabbed a finger at me, furious. I give you face and you don't want it!
Suddenly, a bridesmaid smirked. Eliza, I thought of something. A perfect way to deal with a slut like herand let you vent.
Before I could react, she grabbed several red envelopes and shoved them into the neckline of my dress.
The sharp corners tore at my skin, burning painfully.
I tried to pull away, but with several of them holding me down, I couldn't move at all.
She clapped her hands proudly. When the groomsmen come to 'open the door' later, we'll have them search for the red envelopes. They can only enter once they find them.
Eliza's eyes lit up instantly. Brilliant!
Hahaha, and don't forget her underwear. My husband's buddies love women like her.
It's my wedding daymight as well give them some fun.
A rush of blood pounded in my ears.
Seeing them gather more envelopes, walking toward me, I shouted desperately, Stop! If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!
Call the police? Eliza burst into mocking laughter. Go ahead. When they come, they'll only arrest a filthy woman pretending to be my husband's sister!
She snapped her fingers. Bind her.
They swarmed me instantlyone pulling my arms, another yanking my hair.
I struggled with everything I had, but they had the advantage in numbers.
They shoved the red envelopes everywhereanywhere they could reach.
Stop pretending! You're loving this, aren't you?
Exactly. You'd die for Mr. Peterson's buddies to get their hands on you!
Rage and humiliation crashed over me, suffocating.
My screams and curses only made them laugh harder.
Not until they had stuffed red envelopes into every vulnerable part of my body did they finally stop.
Then they wrapped a bedsheet around me and tied me to the bedpost, movements rough and practiced.
Eliza dusted off her hands, then sat down gracefully. You all do my makeup. Whoever does it bestwhen we're done, I'll have my husband give her a big red envelope.
On hearing that, the bridesmaids' eyes lit up in greed.
Half an hour later, the bridesmaids finally finished Eliza's makeupa thick, exaggerated influencer-style look.
Her foundation was caked on like plaster, the false lashes were so huge they nearly stabbed her eyebrows, and the blush was so bright it looked almost comical.
But Eliza admired herself in the mirror, turning left and right with satisfaction.
Perfect! Only this kind of glam suits my status today!
Suddenly, noise erupted downstairs.
The groomsmen must have arrived.
I let out a shaky breath. Maybe... finally I could be saved.
The bridesmaids poked their heads out the window.
Eliza! They're here! one of them squealed.
Eliza shot me a venomous glare. Her eyes gleamed with something dark, and a chill crept up my spine. Sure enough, she smirked.
Go stall my husband downstairs, she ordered. And send the groomsmen up first. Let them play a little game.
The bridesmaids immediately understood, sauntering out with knowing grins.
My stomach dropped. What was she planning now?
Before long, lively male voices echoed through the hallway.
Where's the bride? Bring the bride out!
Come on, our Mr. Peterson is already getting mobbed by pretty bridesmaidsshouldn't the bride come greet him?
As the footsteps got closer, one bridesmaid stepped in front of them.
You want Eliza to come out? Sure.
But first, you have to pass our little challenge.
With that, she yanked me out of the room.
I didn't even have time to react before I was shoved into the hallway.
The moment the groomsmen saw me, their eyes lit up.
Is she a bridesmaid too? She's pretty cute.
The bridesmaid pinched my arm hardhidden behind a sweet smile.
Relax. The game's easy.
All you have to do is find eighty-eight red envelopes hidden on her. Once you find them all, we'll consider letting you in to get the bride.
Rememberevery one of them needs to be found.
What, from her? The men looked me up and down, their gazes making my skin crawl.
I snapped, my voice was cold, I'm telling youanyone who lays a finger on me will regret it.
The hallway fell silent for a beat. Then Eliza's voice floated out from inside the room, syrupy sweet. Don't be scared! This is just part of the game!
If you can handle the pressure and still finish the challenge, it shows you truly have sincerity, right?
The men exchanged glancesthen grinned.
Well, if it's part of the game, we can't disappoint, can we?
Sorry in advance, Miss. We won't hold back!
Before I could react, countless hands were suddenly reaching toward me.
The cold shock of unfamiliar touches made my entire body stiffen.
I jerked away instinctively and bolted toward the doorbut someone grabbed me from behind, yanking me back.
Ohshe's running! Another part of the challenge, huh?
Makes it more exciting!
Someone hooked my ankle, and I stumbled forward, crashing onto the sofa.
Laughter erupted around me as several bodies closed in, their weight pinning me down.
Panic surged through my chestmy breath coming in tight, painful bursts.
I clawed at my dress, refusing to let it be pulled away. Let go of me!
But the bridesmaids only laughed harder in the corner, filming with their phones.
Come on! The livelier the games, the luckier Eliza's wedding will be!
Don't hold backshe loves men!
Very quickly, they started finding more and more red envelopes on me.
But calling it a search was a jokethey were openly taking advantage of me, hands creeping wherever they pleased.
I had no idea how many times I'd already been grabbed.
Shame and fear tangled together, suffocating me.
Humiliation surged up like a wave, and tears spilled before I could stop them. But they didn't care at all.
What are you crying for? It's just part of the game!
Yeah, it's not like we're taking a piece of your flesh!
The bridesmaid picked up the envelopes they'd taken off me, counted them, and sighed dramatically. Only eighty-seven? That's all?
Right after that, all of them turned their gaze toward my dress.
Those eyes were shameless, predatorydevoid of restraint.
I immediately pressed my legs together, my voice shaking.
That's enough! What you're doing is illegal!
Just then, the bedroom door opened.
Eliza, who had been hiding inside the whole time, leaned lazily against the frame.
Smiling, she said, Keep searching.
If you ruin my husband's chance to 'retrieve the bride,' he's going to be furious.
With her encouragement, they grew even more reckless. Hands shot forward, tugging viciously at my dress.
You've been touched so many times alreadywhat's one more?
Please, you were totally enjoying it earlier. Don't pretend now!
I struggled with everything I had, but I couldn't break free.
The moment I felt my dress about to tearthe front door suddenly slammed open with a deafening bang.
Maverick rushed in like a madman, voice cracking as he shouted, Stop! All of you, stop!
Don't you dare hurt my sister!
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