Chapter 3

Grabbing my chin, she struck me twice more. "How dare you sleep your way into my man's bed? If you have a death wish, just say it!"

I spat blood at her feet. "This is felony assault! You're breaking the law!"

The more I brought up the law and morals, the more sadistic she became.

"I'm just defending my relationship. Let's see who has the guts to help you."

Still, my words seemed to snap a sliver of caution back into her. There were too many cameras and eyes around, and she still had her innocent, girl-next-door persona to protect on TikTok.

She could switch characters faster than a Hollywood actress.

Pretending to be concerned, she hooked her arms under mine. "Oh my god, Chloe! How could you be so clumsy and fall down the stairs like that?"

Along with her influencer sidekick, Rachel, she dragged me into the private VIP restroom despite my struggles.

Amber snatched the designer bag from my hands. "A cheap hooker like you doesn't deserve a half-million-dollar Birkin."

She threw it onto the wet floor and stomped on it repeatedly.

Behind my back, I secretly dialed emergency services on my phone. The line just clicked open when her sharp eyes caught the glare of the screen.

"Still trying to call for help?!"

Amber slapped the phone out of my grip and kicked it straight into the toilet bowl.

"Amber, everyone out there saw me come to your party," I said through gritted teeth, trying to reason with her. "Your fans are waiting to see our grand reconciliation. If anything happens to me, not a single one of you will walk away clean."

I tried to appeal to whatever reason she had left.

But I forgot—you can't negotiate with an entitled narcissist blinded by greed.

Amber let out a cold laugh, grabbed my hair, and slammed me against the marble counter.

I braced my hands desperately against the sink, struggling to stay upright.

Her clout-chasing friends swarmed like a pack of rabid dogs, holding me down so I couldn't move.

A wave of overwhelming humiliation and fury washed over me.

They struck me under the cover of the crowd, the pain making my whole body tremble.

They kept holding me down until all my strength gave out, and only then did Amber finally let go.

"Look at her. The nation's former internet sweetheart, reduced to a pathetic, filthy dog."

She mocked me with vile slurs while pulling out her phone to record every second of my bruised state.

I glared at her with pure hatred.

Her eyes suddenly darkened with a twisted idea, and she pulled out a sharp pair of scissors from her vanity bag.

"This hair is an absolute eyesore. I guess I'll be your stylist tonight and give you a proper trim."

Her unhinged behavior finally unnerved a few of the girls watching. "Amber... isn't this going way too far?"

"When another bitch seduces your man and spends your allowance, I hope you're this generous," Amber snapped back.

The girl shut up immediately. "Right. Homewreckers deserve whatever they get."

Amber yanked a huge chunk of my hair. "You used this long, dark hair to seduce Logan, didn't you? No wonder he always told me to keep my hair long and natural and forbade me from bleaching it! You sneaky little viper—playing the innocent angel while acting like a desperate tramp!"

"Amber, if you do this, you're going to prison!"

I desperately pulled back, trying to snap her out of her hysteria.

"I could kill you and still walk free!"

Completely unhinged, she lunged at me with the blades. In the violent struggle, huge chunks of my hair were chopped off, and the blade grazed her own hand, drawing a line of blood.

Enraged by the cut, she gave me a vicious shove. The back of my head slammed against the edge of the marble basin, and my vision went instantly black with nausea.

"Wait, she's bleeding... what if she dies?" someone whispered nervously.

Amber raised her chin arrogantly. "What's there to be scared of? If the sky falls, my billionaire boyfriend will hold it up."

Right then, a voice shouted from the hallway outside.

"Amber! Your sugar daddy is here! His Maybach just pulled up!"