Chapter 2

I instinctively struggled to fight back, but I didn't expect her grip to be so strong. It wasn't until she slammed my head against the wall five or six times that she finally let go.

Disgusted, she tossed her shoes onto me, and then walked barefoot across the room, grabbing a pair of luxury shoes I had just ordered and hadn't even unpacked, slipping them onto her feet.

When I finally regained my senses, I was filled with fear and immediately touched my slightly swollen belly. Luckily, the baby seemed unharmed.

Realizing she wasn't listening to a word of my explanation, I swallowed my anger and reached for my phone to call Jaron who was so useless, hoping he could clear things up.

But before I could, Kamila snatched the phone from my hand and smashed it on the ground.

"What? Trying to call for backup? Not a chance!

"Do you know how much he loves me? Even if he comes, I'll beat you right in front of him. Do you think he will get mad at me over a mistress?"

I looked at my shattered phone on the floor, feeling a hint of heartache.

I had held back earlier to save Jaron's reputation, but in my own home, I was being beaten by a stranger, mistaken for Jaron's mistress. If I kept enduring this, then I would just be a coward.

I protected my belly and glared at Kamila.

"I'll tell you one more time. I'm his Marilyn. His elder Marilyn! Didn't he ever tell you?"

Kamila let out a cold laugh.

She sneered, "Oh, so you fell in love with a younger man, right? The mistresses these days are really good at acting.

"You can't even lie convincingly. Jaron told me he has a Marilyn who looks like a toad. His parents left all their assets to him after they died. This villa you're living in belongs to him! Once we get married, it'll be mine too!

"Have you ever ridden in his luxury car, you dirty mistress? I have, and we even had sex in the car! Jealous?"

I was fuming.

Jaron was always lazy and good for nothing, except for his smooth talk. I couldn't believe he had been telling people the villa belonged to him, that the lottery money I won was his, and that I looked like a toad!

And worse, they had sex in my brand-new luxury car!

This was the last straw.

"Jaron must have spent a lot of money on you, right? Well, all of that money is mine. Do you believe I'll take it all back? And I'll report you to the police for breaking into my home and assaulting me."

Kamila just laughed dismissively and even clapped her hands.

"Well, look at this. How dare a mistress to threaten me with the police? You've got some nerve. Now, delete every contact you have for Jaron and crawl out of here naked! Don't take a single thing with you!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity.

At that moment, Presley Shea, our housekeeper, came in to clean. She looked at me in shock, put down her mop, and rushed to my side.

"Madam, you look pale. Should I take you to the hospital?"

Before I could respond, the girl on the sofa, feeling ignored, snapped.

"Hey, you! Are you the one who cleans for Jaron?"

Presley paused and then nodded.

"Yes, I clean Jaron's room too."

When Kamila heard it, her face lit up with arrogance.

"See, I told you the house belongs to Jaron! Then I'm also the hostess of this villa. Now, there's nothing left for you to argue. Take your trash and get out!"

Presley wasn't having it. She helped me to the sofa and said.

"Who are you? I don't know where you came from, but I do know that Madam is the hostess of this house."

I raised an eyebrow, finally taking a closer look at the girl. She was wearing exaggerated makeup, and the clothes she was in were ones I had thrown in the trash a few days ago, only to have Jaron retrieve them.

I couldn't hold back a laugh.

Kamila didn't like that. "So, it looks like you're quite cunning. You've got everyone in this house wrapped around your finger. Fine, if you won't leave, then I'll show you what I'm made of!"

She pulled out her phone, handed it to Presley, and demanded.

"Record this. I'm going to show everyone how to deal with a mistress!"

With that, she rolled up her sleeves and began surveying the room until her gaze landed on the pile of expensive gifts I had prepared for Jaron. Without hesitation, she ran over and started smashing everything.

"I don't know what sweet lies you've been telling him, but he bought you all this expensive stuff! I'm his girlfriend, and I didn't even get this treatment!

"I'll smash it all. You don't worth them!"

Presley wanted to stop her, but I held her back.

First, I didn't care about the money. Second, if she smashed it, I wouldn't buy it again, and she would only regret it later.

Soon, the floor was littered with broken pieces, and even a limited-edition perfume bottle was shattered, filling the room with its scent.

But she wasn't satisfied. She set her sights on the photo wall I had carefully arranged at the corner of the staircase.

Seeing where she was headed, I jumped up and shouted.

"Don't touch that!"