The Heiress Who Bullied the Wrong Couple

There are two famous good-for-nothings in New York's high society.

One is me, Celine, who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun.

The other is my childhood friend Tony, the heir to a fortune who has autism and congenital heart failure.

But my eldest brother is the mafia boss that strikes fear into everyone's hearts, and my second brother is the wealthiest billionaire in New York.

Tony's eldest sister is the undefeated queen of the legal world, and his second sister is a medical genius who can bring people back from the brink of death.

During a casual conversation: "Raising one waste is still raising, might as well pair them upeasier to take care of."

So Tony and I got married just like that.

Until my eldest brother asked us to attend a banquet on his behalf.

At the banquet, the heiress Eve Blanchett insisted, based on a similar silhouette photo, that I was the mistress who wrecked her relationship.

I explained good-naturedly: "You've got the wrong person. I'm married. This is my husband."

Eve exploded instantly, raising her hand to hit me.

"Married and still out here hooking men?"

Tony instinctively blocked me, taking the slap for me. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

She sneered: "Oh, and he's an idiot too? Can't even tell his wife's cheating, and he's still protecting her?"

"A shameless woman and an idiotwhat a perfect match."

She waved her hand, and several bodyguards lunged at us.

"Beat them both!"

I looked at Tony with distress and immediately called my eldest brother.

"Someone's bullying me."

After all, they didn't know that messing with us two wastes could be fatal.

"Still making phone calls? I bet whoever you're calling is just another man you're sleeping with!"

Eve snatched my phone and smashed it hard on the ground.

"What, one idiot husband isn't enough for you? How many sugar daddies have you taken on behind his back?"

I stared at my phone on the floor and took a deep breath.

"Miss Blanchett, I'll say this one last time."

"You have the wrong person."

"Leave now with your people, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Eve burst out laughing.

She turned to look at the guests watching the spectacle.

"Did you all hear that? A mistress who sells herself is telling me to leave?"

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

"Miss Blanchett, mistresses are pretty arrogant these days."

"Exactly! Even brought an idiot husband as cover. Now I've seen everything."

Eve stepped closer in her four-inch heels.

She raised her hand, her nails nearly poking my nose.

"In New York, I am the law."

"Beat them!"

The bodyguards clenched their fists and charged at me.

I instinctively closed my eyes.

The expected pain never came.

Tony was holding me tightly in his arms.

"Don't... hit Celine."

He spoke slowly, his words unclear.

He had severe autism and didn't know what was happening.

But he only knew he couldn't let me get hurt, so he held me tight.

The bodyguards' fists kept landing on his back.

Thud!

Thud!

Each muffled sound hammered at my heart.

"Tony!"

I struggled desperately to break free from his embrace.

"Let go of me! You have a bad heart, you can't take hits!"

Tony stubbornly shook his head.

His face turned deathly pale, but his arms around me didn't loosen even a fraction.

"Celine... doesn't hurt."

"Won't let Celine hurt. I'll block it."

He forced out a smile to comfort me.

This idiot!

He was trembling from pain himself, yet he was still worried about whether I was hurting!

"Stop! Stop it!"

He had a heart condition and couldn't withstand this kind of beating.

My eyes turned red as I whipped around to glare at Eve.

"Stop! If you keep hitting him, he'll die."

The servants around us whispered among themselves.

"Those clothes look real. This girl's demeanor doesn't seem like a mistress either."

"Shh, do you have a death wish? Miss Blanchett is furious right now. Who dares cross her?"

Eve's butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reminded her quietly.

"Miss Blanchett, that gentleman's complexion doesn't look good. He seems to have a heart condition."

"If someone actually dies..."

Eve backhanded the butler with a slap.

"Shut up!"

"An idiot pretending to be precious?"

She pointed at Tony, her eyes contemptuous.

"Forget one lifeeven if there were ten more, I could afford the compensation!"

"Drag this pair of adulterers to the main hall!"

"I want all of New York to see what happens when you try to steal from me!"

The bodyguards roughly dragged Tony and me toward the main hall.

Tony gripped my hand tightly, his fingers ice cold.

His chest heaved violently, fine beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

I struggled desperately, my heels scraping harsh sounds across the floor.

"Don't touch him! He has a heart condition!"

"You'll kill him!"

Eve walked ahead without even turning her head.

"Then let him die."

Tony and I were thrown onto the red carpet of the banquet hall.

Eve walked toward the stage in the center of the hall.

"Everyone, quiet please."

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

All eyes focused on Tony and me.

Eve snapped her fingers.

The massive LED screen behind her lit up instantly.

On the screen was a blurry photo of someone's back.

The woman in the photo wore a white haute couture dress.

She was getting into a black Maybach.

Eve pointed at the screen, then at me.

"This woman is the slut who seduced my husband in this photo!"

"Married and still out hooking up with men, using an idiot husband as a shield."

"Does she think everyone in New York is blind?"

"Everyone lookdoes she look like her?"

I happened to be wearing a white dress today too.

But anyone with any sense could tell that the fabric and tailoring of my dress were leagues above the one in the photo.

My second brother Henry had it specially air-shipped from Paris for me.

But in this hall, no one dared tell the truth.

"That dress is identical, even the hairstyle is similar. It must be her."

"Truly shameless times we live in. Looks pure on the outside, but so slutty inside."

"That idiot is pitiful too. Getting cuckolded and still counting money for someone else."

Those vicious comments flooded over me.

Tony was already extremely sensitive to bright lights and noise.

The surrounding clamor and stares made him cover his ears in pain.

"Celine..."

He curled up on the ground, his breathing growing more rapid.

His lip color visibly drained away, turning blue-purple.

I broke down emotionally and threw myself over to him, holding him in my arms.

"Tony! Look at me! Deep breaths!"

My hands trembled as I searched his pockets.

He always carried his emergency medication and portable oxygen pump.

The oxygen pump was a device that my second sister Wendy personally developed specifically for Tony's heart condition.

Just as my fingers touched the medicine bottle.

Eve had already walked down from the stage and stomped hard on the back of my hand with her heel.

She snatched away the medicine and oxygen pump.

"Want this to save his life?"

Eve tossed the oxygen pump in her hand.

"Beg me."

"Get on your knees and admit you're a mistress, and I'll give it to you."

"Celine... don't beg her..."

He struggled to get out a few words.

"Eve Blanchett!"

I raised my head and stared hard at her.

"My eldest brother is Theodore Brown, New York's most famous mafia boss!"

"If you dare touch a hair on his head, the Brown family will never let you go!"

Eve froze for a moment, then burst into hysterical laughter.

"Theodore Brown?"

She laughed until tears came out.

"Have you been reading too many novels?"

"If you're Theodore's sister, then I'm God's daughter!"

"You don't even do your research before lying! No one from the Brown family is here tonight!"

True, my eldest brother hadn't originally planned to attend the banquet tonight.

I was just bored playing around New York and heard the Blanchett family banquet would be lively, so I brought Tony along to join the fun and get a free meal.

Seeing my silence, Eve laughed even more mockingly.

"What? Can't keep up the lie anymore?"

She tilted her chin up.

"If the Brown family were really here, my father would have cleared the venue to welcome them!"

The butler looked at Tony's increasingly terrible condition and couldn't help stepping forward.

"Miss Blanchett, the oxygen pump can't be interrupted. He really doesn't look good."

Eve's smile vanished instantly.

She glared viciously at the butler.

"I said if he dies, I'll pay!"

Right in front of everyone, she smashed the oxygen pump hard on the ground.

With a loud crash, it shattered to pieces.

"No!"

I broke down emotionally and lunged forward, but two other bodyguards held me down firmly.

Eve grabbed my hair and forced me to look up.

"Does it hurt?"

"Then be good and kneel down. Apologize to all of New York on livestream!"

"Admit you're a shameless mistress. Admit you seduced my husband!"

"As long as you kowtow and admit your mistake, I'll be merciful and have someone send this idiot to the hospital."

Tony struggled to open his eyes.

He shook his head at me.

"Celine... don't kneel."

But how could I not kneel? This was Tony, who I'd grown up with since childhood.

Just as I was about to kneel.

Outside the tightly closed heavy mahogany doors of the banquet hall, there was suddenly a deep, muffled bang.

Bang! Bang! One after another.

"Miss Celine, are you in there?"

Everyone stared at the door in terror.

My eyes lit up instantly.

It was my eldest brother's agents planted in New York. They'd come!

I struggled free from the bodyguards' grip and screamed toward the door at the top of my lungs.

"I'm here!"

My heart leaped with joy as I shouted hoarsely.

"I'm here! Save Tony! Save him quickly!"

Eve's expression changed, then she showed even more contempt.

"Your lover actually has some backbone? He really came?"

She straightened her wrinkled skirt, laughing coldly.

"But a bunch of underground thugs who can't see the light of day dare to crash my Blanchett family's party?"

"They really don't know what's good for them!"

She picked up her walkie-talkie, her voice low.

"Security team! Riot squad! Everyone mobilize!"

"Beat those thugs outside to death! Break their legs!"

"Activate Level One lockdown protocol. Lock down all electromagnetic doors!"

"Not even a fly gets in today!"

With her command, metal shutters around the banquet hall crashed down.

Completely sealing off all sounds from outside.

The heavy doors were locked tight with several steel chains.

The sounds of fighting and door-breaking from outside gradually became faint.

The hope that had just ignited in me was ruthlessly crushed by these doors.

"No! Open the door! Open it!"

I rushed frantically toward the door, pounding on the shutters with my fists.

My knuckles scraped raw, blood dripping, but I felt no pain.

"Tony can't wait!"

"Open the door!"

Eve walked up behind me, grabbed my collar, and threw me to the ground.

"Scream! Keep screaming!"

She looked down at me from above, savoring my despair.

"See that?"

"This is your backup? Pretty weak~"

"In New York, if I don't want someone to get in, they'll have to kneel outside no matter who they are!"

She pointed at Tony, who had fallen into semi-consciousness on the ground.

"He's dying, isn't he?"

"This is all your fault!"

"If you'd just admitted you were a mistress earlier, if you'd just kowtowed and admitted your mistake, how would he be suffering like this?"

"Now the door's sealed. Your kneeling is useless!"

I looked at Tony's purple lips, tears bursting from my eyes.

I had never hated anyone this much.

Even when I encountered those passive-aggressive socialites before, I just laughed it off.

Because I had four siblings protecting me.

I didn't need to fight or compete.

I just needed to be a happy little princess.

But now my most important Tony was about to die in front of me.

And I was powerless.

"Eve..."

I stared hard at her, my voice hoarse.

"If anything happens to him today, I'll make your entire Blanchett family pay with their lives."

Eve laughed loudly.

"Oh my, I'm so scared~"

Just then, the butler rushed in.

He looked somewhat panicked, lowering his voice to say something in Eve's ear.

Eve's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Aiden's here?"

Hearing that name, a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart.

As long as he came forward to clarify, to prove I didn't know him, to prove the person in the photo wasn't me.

The misunderstanding could be cleared up!

Tony could go to the hospital!

"Aiden!"

Eve immediately went to greet him, her eyes reddening.

"Look at this woman. She actually dared to come to my banquet and cause trouble!"

"She even brought an idiot to disgust me!"

Aiden's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally landing on me.

I forced myself to stand up and pointed at the photo on the big screen.

"Mr. Aiden!"

"Tell her quickly that I don't know you at all!"

"The person in the photo isn't me!"

Aiden pushed up his glasses.

His gaze swept back and forth between me and the big screen.

As long as he said he didn't know me, this farce could end.

However, Aiden remained silent.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding my gaze.

When he looked up again, his face wore an expression of pained heartbreak.

"Miss Celine."

He sighed, his voice gentle yet cutting.

"I already told you we could never be together."

"Why do you keep pestering me?"

"Even... even chasing me to my wife's banquet to cause a scene?"

My eyes widened, my whole body turning cold.

"What did you say?"

My voice trembled.

"Are you insane? I've never even seen you before!"

But Aiden no longer looked at me.

He turned around and held Eve's hand.

"Eve, I'm sorry."

"She kept pestering me. I was soft-hearted and didn't completely reject her."

"But I swear, you're the only one in my heart."

"I'll handle this. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Eve's face twisted with rage.

"Bitch!"

Eve whirled around and kicked me hard in the stomach.

Caught off guard, I was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

My internal organs screamed with pain, making me convulse.

"What else do you have to say?"

Eve shrieked, completely losing her mind.

"My husband admitted it! You still dare argue!"

I clutched my stomach, cold sweat pouring down.

I looked at Aiden's evasive eyes and finally understood.

Of course he knew I wasn't the woman in the photo.

Because he wanted to protect the woman he loved.

So he didn't hesitate to push me out as a scapegoat!

"Aiden... you'll die a horrible death..."

I stared hard at him.

A flash of guilt crossed Aiden's eyes, but he quickly recovered his cold indifference.

"Pick her up."

Eve's voice was ice cold.

"Make her kneel!"

Several bodyguards immediately rushed forward, pressed me to the ground, and forced me to kneel toward the big screen.

Eve pointed at Tony, who lay motionless on the ground.

"Drag him to that display platform!"

That platform had an extremely strong electromagnetic field set up to display floating jewelry.

"No!"

My eyes widened as I shouted and struggled.

"He has an implanted defibrillator in his heart! Strong magnets will cause cardiac arrest!"

"Please! Spare him!"

Eve turned a deaf ear.

The bodyguards dragged Tony next to the display platform.

As soon as he got close to the platform, the monitoring patch on Tony's chest emitted a piercing alarm.

His body began to convulse violently, his eyes rolling back.

"Tony!"

I screamed with all my might, my voice breaking instantly.

Eve walked up to me and raised her hand.

Slap!

A resounding slap landed on my face.

My cheek swelled instantly, and I tasted blood at the corner of my mouth.

Eve rubbed her wrist, her eyes vicious.

"This slap is to teach you how to be human."

She raised her hand again.

Slap!

"This slap is for your shamelessness."

The monitoring patch's alarm grew more and more shrill.

I watched Tony's face gradually lose its vitality, my heart turning to ash.

I bit my lip hard, staring at her intently.

"You'd better pray you can kill me today. Otherwise, you'll regret being born into this world."

Eve laughed loudly.

"Regret? I don't know if I'll regret it, but I'll make you regret being a mistress."

"Let's see what you'll use to seduce men without this face."

As she spoke, she took a knife from a bodyguard.

The blade gleamed with cold light, aimed straight at my cheek.

Just as the knife was about to cut my skin, I closed my eyes.

Bang!

The shutters were torn apart by force.

"You dare touch my sister?"