Chapter 2: Madness at the Doorstep

I hurriedly set my phone aside, not even taking the time to exit the livestream.

Turning back to my desk, I focused on the contract. After carefully verifying the key figures, I let out a sigh of relief. Everything was correct.

Just as I closed my laptop, the female streamer's overly excited voice drifted from my phone once again.

"Thanks for all the likes, everyone! We've just arrived at the homewrecker's front door."

I was about to pick up my phone to check the house number, figuring I could use her to keep making life miserable for that crazy couple later.

Suddenly, a loud, urgent knock echoed from my front door.

I had left an urgent document at the office, but I didn't expect Marcus to deliver it this quickly. Ignoring my phone, I hurried over to open the door.

To my absolute shock, the mob that had just been hunting down the mistress was standing right on my doorstep. A large group of people immediately swarmed inside.

The lead streamer shoved me to the ground, thrusting her phone right into my face to record me. I tried to dodge, but she slapped me hard across the cheek.

"You shameless homewrecker! You had the nerve to do something so despicable, but you don't have the guts to own up to it, huh?"

I froze for a second. Assuming there had been some massive misunderstanding, I tried to stand up and explain. But the rest of the mob rushed forward, working together to pin me down.

"Listen up, everyone! Today we're dealing with a ruthless bitch who will stop at nothing for her career—she even hooked up with her own father!"

Hooking up with my own father?

Not even the wildest commenters in the livestream would have dared to guess something like that. How twisted did someone have to be to make up a lie like this? I could only imagine how shocked the viewers must be right now.

I stared up at my deranged mother. "Mom, are you out of your mind? What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

She immediately jutted out her bottom lip in a pout. "You're yelling at me. How dare you yell at Princess? You ugly thing. No one in this world is allowed to yell at Princess."

Then she let out a shrill scream, clenched her hands into fists, and started pummeling me. "I'll beat you to death with my little fists! I never expected you to be just like those cheap women outside, trying to seduce my dear husband."

The rest of the intruders surrounded me, throwing out vicious taunts.

"Look at her. She's sleeping with her own father and still acting so arrogant. You shameless bitch. I feel dirty just saying it out loud."

"Bah! If I had given birth to a child like this, I might as well have given birth to a piece of trash."

"The chairwoman of the Sterling Group actually got her position by sleeping around. Look at her, everyone! She even crawled into her own father's bed just to get the top job!"

Still unsatisfied, they grabbed my hair, tore at my clothes, and pinched my arms.

I couldn't dodge no matter how hard I tried. My ears were ringing with pure fury as I shouted, "If you don't stop right now, I'm calling the police!"

But it was completely useless.

They weren't afraid in the slightest. "The police won't protect your disgusting behavior, you shameless woman! It's perfect timing! Let the officers see for themselves if the esteemed chairwoman is worth less than a streetwalker once she's stripped of her clothes!"

They hit me even harder. I struggled with all my might, but it only earned me more vicious slaps and hair-pulling.

I cursed myself for not grabbing my phone when I rushed to the door.

Just when I thought I was going to be completely humiliated on the internet, the sound of the front door being pushed open echoed through the hall.

My secretary, Marcus, stepped inside.

I let out a massive sigh of relief. Thank god the door hadn't latched shut earlier.

He was trained in taekwondo. Without hesitation, he shoved the mob away and helped me to my feet.

"Ah! How dare you push Princess? I'll have my dear husband kill you!"

After the scuffle, the makeup on my mother's face was completely smudged. A woman in her forties, shrieking in a high-pitched baby voice while throwing a tantrum—she looked absolutely ridiculous.

Marcus laughed out loud.

"How dare you laugh at me? When my husband becomes the chairman of the Sterling Group, I'll have him fire you!"