They Called Me a Mistress in Front of His Whole Family Novel – When I went to my boyfriend’s estate to meet his family, his adopted sister arrived late. “Sorry, Mona,” Tiffany said with a breezy grin. “I was busy helping a friend expose her husband’s affair. Ran a bit late. You don’t mind, do you?” I shook my head. Halfway through the visit, a phone call interrupted me. After finishing the call and walking back, I paused outside the door when I heard Tiffany’s voice inside, dripping with disdain. “I’ve been catching mistresses for years.
None of those shameless women can fool me. Your girlfriend is obviously a professional homewrecker.” “Six months back, I saw her throwing herself at Mr. Lowell. When he rejected her, she ended up getting roughed up so bad her face needed work.” “Don’t look so doubtful. She’s an orphan with no parents. Do you really think she could afford that entire table of expensive gifts on her own?” My hand, raised to knock, slowly fell. Being an orphan didn’t hold me back. I’d outshone everyone around me since I was a kid.
No matter how expensive something was, I had the ability to buy it myself. I turned away and made another call to the lab. “Blacklist all Fitzgerald-linked companies. No partnerships, ever.” The Fitzgerald family was old money. But for years they had clung stubbornly to outdated ways and had been steadily declining. I had originally planned to help them a little, since we were supposed to become family one day. Now I would simply wait for the day the Fitzgerald family went bankrupt. … Inside the living room, none of them realized I had heard every rumor and insult they threw at me.
Tiffany Fitzgerald was still talking nonstop. “Carl, honestly. Even if Mom and Dad are pressuring you to get married, you can’t be this desperate. Picking up a woman who makes a living as someone’s mistress?” Carl, who’d always been so sweet and attentive, just nodded gravely, not uttering a peep in my defense. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, along with several other relatives, immediately chimed in. “Tiffany’s right. Something about that woman felt off the moment I saw her.” “Tiffany has helped catch over a hundred mistresses. She’s never wrong.
Carl, you need to break up with her immediately.” A humorless smile spread across my lips. I waited until their voices gradually quieted before finally knocking and walking into the living room. Except for Tiffany, everyone else looked guilty and avoided my gaze. Tiffany, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She hooked her arm through mine with exaggerated intimacy and pulled me to sit beside her. “Mona, let me tell you something.
My brother Carl is no good. You shouldn’t let him get away with things so easily.” Yet her own body was practically leaning onto Carl’s lap. Looking at her fake smile and affected innocence, the insults she had just thrown at me echoed in my mind. “You’re right,” I said coolly. “I shouldn’t cut him any slack. With a sister like you in the picture, he barely needs a girlfriend.” The moment the words left my mouth, every face in the room stiffened. The silence was so heavy you could have heard a pin drop.
Tiffany’s eyes widened as she put on an exaggerated look of shock. “Mona! How could you think something like that about my brother and me? Or is it because you have something shameful to hide, so you assume everyone else is dirty too?” Then she turned to Carl with a bright, playful smile. “Brother, you’re in trouble. Looks like you’ll be getting cucked endlessly in the future.” Carl’s expression instantly darkened. “Mona Gray! Tiffany is my sister.
Show some respect!” I shot him a single cold glance. Carl immediately fell silent. Tiffany began subtly signaling the others. They understood at once and started openly sizing me up. They were about to start making things difficult for me.