Seeing my defiant gaze only fueled Joey’s anger. She turned to the two girls and ordered, “Stop hitting her. Strip her clothes off. Let the whole world see what a shameless wretch she is!”
The two girls eagerly obeyed, viciously tearing at my clothes.
“Haha, serves you right for being a mistress and crossing my sister!”
Their eyes gleamed with malice as they stripped away the last shreds of my dignity.
I tried to resist, but Joey shattered my hands.
After a few minutes, I was lying motionless on the floor, completely battered and exposed.
Even though it was summer, I shivered from the cold that seemed to seep up from the floor.
The villa fell eerily silent, the only sounds were the click of a phone camera and my labored breathing.
Despair replaced my anger, and I lay there, unable to move. Joey gave me another hard kick, sneering, “Stop playing dead; this is just the beginning. If you’re so eager to be a mistress, then let’s show everyone just how low you can go.
“Don’t worry, I won’t post the video myself. I’ll let Hudson do the honors! I’ll make sure the man you’re obsessed with sees your true colors and watches as your life falls apart!”