Ruin My Love? I'll Destroy Your Family
On the day I was trying out my wedding gown, a stranger dashed into the VIP room and pushed me hard onto the ground.
"I'm the real Mrs. John Curtis. Someone like you, with no money or a strong family behind you, should serve me instead."
She looked down on me before kicking my pregnant belly with her sharp heels. The pain blurred my vision and made me break out in a cold sweat.
Jolene Nostra crouched next to me and slapped me with the back of her hand.
"You were only a jilted lover without wealth or influence, trying to wed into a rich family by getting pregnant."
As blood flowed heavily from between my legs, a realization hit me.
My fiancé, the person I'd been with for four years, was seeing another woman.
"What's this? How dare you give me that look? I could kill you, and nothing would happen to me because I'm Mrs. John Curtis!"
As she lunged towards me, I pulled out my phone with trembling hands to call my brother.
"Come get me, Anthony. And tell our guys I want the Curtis family gone from South City."