They Called Me The Mistress, Until My Mafia Family Arrived Chapter 04

They Called Me The Mistress, Until My Mafia Family Arrived Chapter 04

Ryan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

His gaze darted back and forth between me and the big screen.

All he had to do was say he didn’t know me, and this farce would be over.

However, Ryan fell silent.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding my gaze.

When he looked up again, his face was etched with a look of deep anguish.

“Mia.”

He sighed, his voice gentle yet laced with ruthlessness.

“I told you a long time ago that it’s impossible between us.”

“Why are you still bothering me?”

“You even… you even showed up at my wife’s dinner party to cause a scene?”

My eyes widened, and a chill ran through my body.

“What did you say?”

My voice trembled.

“Are you crazy? I’ve never even met you!”

But Ryan stopped looking at me.

He turned around and took Jewel’s hand.

“Jewel, I’m sorry.”

“She kept pestering me, and I had a moment of weakness—I didn’t turn her down completely.”

“But I swear, you’re the only one in my heart.”

“I’ll take care of this, so please don’t be upset, okay?”

Jewel’s face twisted into a grimace.

“You bitch!”

Jewel spun around suddenly and kicked me hard in the stomach.

I wasn’t expecting it at all; I was kicked right across the room and crashed heavily to the ground.

My internal organs were in such agony that I started convulsing.

“What else do you have to say?”

Jewel screamed, completely losing her mind.

“My husband has already admitted it! How dare you still try to wriggle out of it!”

I clutched my stomach as cold sweat poured down my face.

As I watched Ryan’s evasive gaze, it finally clicked.

Of course he knew I wasn’t the woman in the photo.

Because he wanted to protect the woman he loved.

So he didn’t hesitate to push me forward as a scapegoat!

“Ryan… I hope you rot in hell…”

I stared at him intently.

A flicker of guilt crossed Ryan’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Pick her up.”

Jewel’s voice was icy cold.

“Make her kneel!”

Several bodyguards immediately rushed over, pinned me to the ground, and forced me to kneel facing the big screen.

Jewel pointed at Evan, who was lying motionless on the ground.

“Drag him over to that booth!”

To display the floating jewelry, the booth was set up with a very strong electromagnetic field.

“No!”

I widened my eyes and struggled, screaming.

“He has an implantable defibrillator! Strong magnetic fields could cause his heart to stop!”

“Please! Spare him!”

Jewel turned a deaf ear.

The bodyguards dragged Evan over to the booth.

As soon as he approached the booth, the monitoring patch on Evan’s chest emitted a shrill, prolonged alarm.

His body began to convulse violently, and his eyes rolled back.

“Evan!”

I let out a blood-curdling scream, and my voice cracked instantly.

Jewel walked up to me and raised her hand.

Smack.

A loud slap rang out across my face.

My cheek swelled up instantly, and I tasted blood on my tongue.

Jewel rubbed her wrist, her eyes flashing with malice.

“That slap was meant to teach you a lesson.”

She raised her hand again.

Smack.

“This slap is for your shamelessness.”

The alarm from the monitoring patch was getting shriller and shriller.

As I watched Evan’s face gradually lose all color, I felt utterly disheartened.

I bit my lip hard and stared intently at her.

“You’d better pray you can kill me today. Otherwise, you’ll regret ever being born.”

Jewel burst out laughing.

“Regret? I don’t know if I’ll regret it, but I’ll make you regret being a mistress.”

“I don’t see how you’re going to seduce men without that face.”

As she spoke, she took the knife the bodyguard handed her.

The blade glinted with a chilling coldness as it pressed against my cheek.

Just as the knife was about to cut into my skin, I closed my eyes.

Bang!

The roll-up door was ripped open.

“You dare lay a hand on my sister?”

Against the backlight, four tall, slender figures walked in slowly.

The man leading the way was my older brother Rhett, the future Don of New York.