Chapter 2When His Mom Mistook Me for a Homewrecker, All Bets Were Off

The photo was from my birthday. My dad had invited a group of people to celebrate with me. It showed Mr. Harrison, my dad's colleague, placing a sapphire necklace in my hand, my face alight with a happy smile as I admired it.

"You're all this harlot's classmates, right? Take a look! Isn't this her in the photo?" She thrust the photo towards the classmates huddled in the corner, gawking.

Brittany took one look and dramatically gasped: "Oh my god, that is Riley in the picture! I can't believe she's like this! How shameless! Hooking up with a married man! She used to flirt with other guys even in high school. No wonder she's always decked out in designer clothes. I always suspected she was a mistress!"

"Mistresses deserve to die! Ma'am, go ahead and hit her! We won't lift a finger to help her!" Skylar declared, puffed up with righteous indignation. The others quickly chimed in, echoing her words.

"Hear that, you filthy tramp? Don't play innocent!" Brenda snarled, then commanded, "Beat her!"

Immediately, her posse swarmed me, raining down punches and kicks. Some even found sticks, brutalizing me. I curled into a ball on the floor, the pain so intense I wanted to scream for help. But I saw the faces of my classmates, warped with schadenfreude, standing by. My heart turned to ice. I couldn't believe they were just watching, doing nothing.

In high school, I'd always kept a low profile. No one knew I was the heiress to ApexCorp. They just thought my family was average. It had saved me a lot of hassle, so I never bothered to correct them. But now, it was causing me serious trouble.