Chapter 3

I had zero intention of playing nice anymore.

Chloe froze, totally thrown off. In all the years we had known each other, I had never once snapped at her like that.

“W-What’s yelling at me going to do? You're the murderer here! No matter how arrogant you are, you’re still rotting in a cell!”

Tears spilled from her eyes as she collapsed against Nathan’s chest, sobbing hysterically.

“Scarlett, you've gone too damn far! How did I marry such a lunatic?! Someone call the cops and lock her up already!”

Nathan wrapped his arms around Chloe and pointed an accusing finger straight at my nose.

SMASH!

A deafening crash echoed as Brad shattered an expensive porcelain vase on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up, all of you!”

“You spoiled bitch! You killed my little sister! How are we settling this? Your life or your money?!”

Looking at Brad’s bloodshot, rabid eyes, my pulse spiked, but I held my ground.

“I never touched your sister. The woman in that video isn't me.”

The second the words left my mouth, the color drained from everyone’s faces.

“You lying whore! The whole world saw the tape and you’re still denying it?!

If I don't cripple you today, my name isn't Brad!”

He clenched his fists and charged forward again.

I calmly raised my phone.

“Breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of property, and felony assault.

I called 911 two minutes ago. Explain your little sob story to the police.”

The cops arrived fast, escorting all of us straight to the station.

“Officers, this group broke into my home and—”

I tried to speak first, but Brad’s mother suddenly shoved me aside with full force.

Brenda threw herself onto the station floor, slamming her palms against the tiles and wailing at the top of her lungs:

“Where is the justice in this damn world?! The murderer gets to play the victim! You rich monsters are stomping on us poor folks!”

“My sweet baby girl! Mama failed you! I couldn't protect you from these parasites! We’re worthless, we should just die too!”

Brenda rolled around on the floor, screeching like a lunatic.

Brad leaned over the sergeant's desk, shouting,

“This woman killed my sister!

I have the video right here showing her slapping Fiona over and over again until my sister couldn't take it and committed suicide!

She’s a killer! She deserves the death penalty! Put her on lethal injection right now!”

He pulled out his phone, shoving viral screenshots into the officer's face.

The officer shot Brad an irritated look before surveying the rest of us.

“What’s this about a home invasion?”

Before I could open my mouth, Chloe piped up with an innocent smile,

“It’s a misunderstanding, Officer. Nathan let them in. He’s the owner of the house.

As for the assault, nobody laid a finger on anyone. None of us saw Scarlett get touched.”

Chloe lied through her teeth, and Nathan gave a slight nod, confirming her blatant fabrication.

I knew playing defense against four united liars was pointless. So I cut straight to the bone.

“Officer, the woman in that video isn’t me. I went home early that night. It was physically impossible for me to be at the club attacking anyone.”

“Someone orchestrated this entire smear campaign to ruin my life and steal my assets. I demand a forensic check on all surveillance footage from that club!”