Since My Best Friend Married My Father

My best friend has been especially good to me.

When my mother passed away, she married my wealthy dad, claiming she would take care of me in my mother's absence.

She sold my dad's unused villa, saying I was using it to raise a toy boy.

She maxed out my dad's secondary credit card, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts.

While pregnant, she had an affair with my boyfriend that led to severe bleeding, saying I was afraid she would give birth to a son and take the family fortune, which led to me supposedly pushing her down the stairs and causing a miscarriage.

In the end, my dad sent me to a coal mine as penance.

There, my boyfriend dismembered me to silence me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my best friend's affair and miscarriage.

Emma Green would always tell my dad she was with me when she was cheating with my boyfriend.

She would say I was grieving my mother and needed care after getting drunk on the street; or that I was being chased by loan sharks due to gambling and needed help. She even used excuses like coming to take care of me after being beaten by the original wife for being a mistress.

At this moment, my dad's phone was ringing off the hook.

As soon as I answered, his furious voice exploded in my ear.

"Olivia Jones, what do you mean by saying you want to move out and be independent, while you're having Emma run over to serve you every day?"

"It's so late. Why are you keeping her over there? Emma treats you so well. Can't you show a little appreciation for her?"

"She is your stepmother, not your biological mother! She's pregnant. Can't you stop bothering her with everything? She's so innocent and kind. If you keep bullying her like this, don't blame me for disowning you as my daughter! Get her back to me right now!"

On the other end of the phone, my dad, unable to contain his anger, scolded me mercilessly.

In my previous life, after my mom fell seriously ill, Emma showed great concern for my dad every day, constantly inquiring about my mom's condition.

If it weren't for the fact that she immediately married my dad after my mom passed away, I would have truly believed she cared about my parents from the bottom of her heart.

After she got together with my dad, I moved out and gradually distanced myself from them.

However, I still frequently received furious calls from my dad demanding answers.

But I had no idea what Emma was up to, so I could only make up excuses to brush him off.

Until that day when my dad came to confront me with rage in his eyes and taught me a harsh lesson before sending me to a dark coal mine, where my boyfriend cruelly silenced me.

Only then did I realize that not only had I been wearing a green hat, but I had also become a scapegoat for someone else's sins.

Recalling the cruel revenge my dad took in my past life and the ruthless methods Emma and my boyfriend used to silence me filled me with a surge of anger.

My dear dad.

In this life, I want you to see with your own eyes what kind of person your so-called pure and kind Emma really is!

After making up my mind, I smiled into the phone and said, "My dear stepmother is busy playing poker right now and can't come back for the time being."

As soon as I finished speaking, my expression turned cold, and I hung up without wanting to say another word to my dad.

But soon after, a series of violent knocks echoed at the door.

As I twisted the lock open, a powerful force from outside slammed into me, causing me to stagger backward.

Before I could react, several bodyguards rushed in and pinned me down tightly.

Meanwhile, my dad stomped into my home with heavy steps, quickly searching for Emma's figure.

He turned the small two-bedroom apartment upside down but found nothing.

"Didn't you say Emma was playing poker? Where is she?"

My dad confronted me with red eyes and an angry tone.

Seeing his furious expression ignited a sense of satisfaction for revenge within me.

I replied slowly.

"I only said she was playing poker. I never said she was playing with me. Maybe she's playing with my boyfriend instead. Why don't you go ask him?"

My dad grabbed my collar and said darkly.

"Stop talking back! I'll ask you one last timewhere are you hiding Emma?"

Emma's whereabouts were always kept secret. I was just her scapegoat. How could I possibly know where she was?

I straightforwardly replied, "Emma is an adult. How can I control where she goes? I'm not her mother!"

Not hearing the answer he wanted, my dad flew into a rage and slapped me hard across the face.

My head buzzed from the blow, and anger boiled inside me.

But at the same time, I felt even more anticipation.

Is this all it takes to make you angry?

A greater wrath awaits you!

Seeing the stubbornness in my eyes only fueled his fury further.

"For so many years, I've spoiled you too much! Do you think your stubbornness means I can't do anything about you?"

Saying this, he pulled out my phone from my pocket, turned it on, unlocked it by scanning his face, and began searching through my contacts.

After finding the contact he wanted, he ordered the bodyguards to cover my mouth.

Then he dialed the number.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

My boyfriend David Foster's gentle voice came through the phone.

My dad shot me a glance and coldly snorted.

"I'm Olivia's father."

David's breathing quickened, faintly mixed with ambiguous female moans but quickly covered by his voice.

"Uncle Jones, did Olivia upset you? I'm currently working out. Once I'm done, I'll have a good talk with her."

In fact, in my previous life when I called David, I often heard such sounds.

But due to trust, I never thought much of it.

Now I realized where those moans came from and understood that what David referred to as "working out" was actually happening in bed.

Thinking back on how they had deceived me like this in my past life only intensified my desire for revenge.

My dad completely missed the underlying tension and continued earnestly.

"I called to tell you that my daughter's private life is very chaotic. She often mingles with dubious men and is addicted to gambling."

"As a man, I feel very sorry for you. No man should have to wear a green hat every day."

"Although we've only met a few times, I can tell you're a loyal and honest good kid at first glance."

"I sincerely believe that this shameless daughter of mine doesn't deserve you. It's better if you don't waste your time on her. Just break up with her."

My dad mercilessly dragged me through the mud while praising Davidwho was putting a green hat on himto high heaven.

After hanging up the phone, he gestured for the bodyguards to let go of my mouth and smugly said.

"How does it feel now? Do you know what it's like to lose your loved one?"

"Now tell mewhere is Emma?"

He thought he had me cornered. Instead, I found it laughable.

I glanced at the time. There was less than half an hour left until Emma's miscarriage.

The show was about to begin.

I raised an eyebrow and teasingly said to my dad, "Why not wait a bit longer? Your wife will contact you soon."

Seeing that I remained indifferent only made him more furious. "Still acting tough? Today I'll make sure your reputation is ruined!"

"Take her away!"

The bodyguards immediately dragged me toward the community entrance.

This commotion quickly attracted onlookers nearby.

As more people gathered around us, my dad deliberately exaggeratedly proclaimed my 'crimes' in public.

In an instant, everyone nearby surrounded me and began pointing fingers.

"This is too much! The stepmother treats her so well. It's one thing not to appreciate it but now she's sucking her stepmother dry after getting her pregnant. This is clearly harming others! If it were me, I'd have kicked her out long ago!"

"This woman is the epitome of an ingrate. No matter how well you treat her, she only cares about herself! My sister married someone else as a stepmother. She works three jobs just to support her stepdaughter but ends up being resented for not being capable enough while her stepdaughter steals all their money and even mortgaged their house. Now she's drowning in debt and taking antidepressants!"

"An ingrate like this is like raising a murderer beside you. Whoever encounters her will be unlucky!"

"The worst part is she's dirty. She already has a boyfriend but still messes around with other men. Living in the same community as someone like this is just bad luck."

Everyone spat out curses as if they were throwing stones at metreating me as if I were an irredeemable villain.

My dad looked down at me disdainfully and taunted, "So? Still want to act tough?"

He thought he had grasped my weakness while waiting for me to back down.

But I remained unfazed and coldly replied, "Is this all you've got? Just these people from the community? No matter how fiercely they curse at me here, it won't matter once I've moved away. You should invite some internet celebrities over for a live streamthat might actually make me infamous."

My dad's expression darkened as he gritted his teeth, "Fine! I'll grant your wish!"

With that said, he dialed another number again.

I felt even more excited inside.

Let it stir.

The bigger the commotion, the better.

I hope the whole world finds out about what this stepmother has done!

My dad has a strong charisma, and before long, a bunch of popular streamers arrived at the scene, each holding their phones and live-streaming me.

"Family, I just got a huge scoop! This woman you see right now, don't be fooled by her young age and innocent looks. She's rotten to the core!"

"For all these years, she's been living off her stepmother's blood. Her stepmother, heavily pregnant, is treated like a servant by her, running errands and doing hard labor for her. Even when she gets completely drunk, her stepmother has to take care of her."

"She has a boyfriend who works hard every day and caters to her every whim. But she sneaks around with other men behind his back and even gets caught by the original partner!"

"Her private life is extremely chaotic. Every day is filled with drinking, gambling, and flirting with men. I've heard she's had treatment for syphilis at least ten times in recent years. I've never seen such a filthy woman. It's as if she would die without a man for a single day."

The streamers exaggeratedly piled baseless accusations on me.

They fabricated stories and embellished the truth.

Meanwhile, Emma and David were painted as the admirable and pitiful victims.

In no time, various live-stream rooms were filled with insults directed at me.

"I can't believe how miserable her stepmother and boyfriend are for being involved with such a shameless woman!"

"Oh my God, how can this even be called a woman? She's just a walking tumor!"

"Exactly! Isn't it harmful to have people like this in the world?"

Public opinion escalated quickly. My photo instantly topped the trending searches online!

Labels like "ungrateful wolf," "toxic stepdaughter," and "public bus" became synonymous with my identity.

With the streamers fueling the fire, the crowd's emotions surged. They couldn't help but start throwing eggs and rotten vegetables at me.

Some diners nearby even smashed their beer bottles in front of me.

I felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, standing amidst garbage while enduring endless insults.

At that moment, David's mother rushed out from the crowd with a large group of relatives.

She headed straight for me and slapped me without saying a word.

"You filthy piece of trash! How dare you cuckold my son!"

"Auntie, you've misunderstood..."

I held back my pain and tried to explain, but David's mother wouldn't listen. She directly started hitting me along with her relatives from the Foster family.

"You shameless woman! You think you can bully my honest son just because he's nice, don't you? Are you sneaking around behind his back to be someone's mistress?"

"I thought you were a good girl! I was so happy preparing for your wedding with my son. I never expected you to be such a promiscuous woman!"

"My Foster family has maintained its reputation for generations, and it was almost ruined by you!"

"My son is too kind to hit you. Let me teach you a lesson as his mother."

They showed no mercy and quickly knocked me to the ground.

Glass shards littered the ground around me, blood gushing from my body, yet I didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

Watching me get beaten, my dad didn't intervene. Instead, he wore a mocking expression as if he were watching an exciting show.

The crowd cheered for David's mother, calling them heroes for ridding society of evil.

My body hurt, but my heart felt even more bitter.

After five years of dating David, I had always treated his mother like my own mom. She had even said more than once that I was closer to her than her own daughter. But now, just because of others' gossip, she treated me like an enemy and beat me mercilessly.

And my biological father, who shared blood ties with me, merely stood by watching the spectacle unfold.

It wasn't until I was beaten into submission that the Foster family finally stopped their assault.

Seeing this, my dad walked over to me and looked down at me from above.

"Olivia, now you know what it feels like to be disgraced and scorned by everyone? A wolf like you doesn't deserve anyone's love, let alone how well Emma treated you."

"Having a daughter like you is the greatest shame of my life!"

"From now on, I completely sever our father-daughter relationship. Even if you die in the future, it has nothing to do with me."

"I won't let Emma continue associating with you either. Let's see how you live without her!"

My dad's words received immediate support from everyone present.

In no time at all, comments flooded in from viewers and onlookers alike as various streamers began hurling insults at me relentlessly.

The power of public condemnation is terrifying.

Lying on the ground covered in blood, both my body and heart spiraled into uncontrollable despair.

Just then, my dad's phone rang.

The caller was Emma.

As soon as he pressed answer, Emma's sobbing voice came through.

"Honey... I... I miscarried!"

Upon hearing this, my dad's eyes instantly turned red, "What happened?"

Emma stammered, "It was Olivia! She said if I gave birth to the child, I would definitely compete with her for inheritance, so she pushed me down the stairs directly and caused my miscarriage!"

Emma's words made me breathe a sigh of relief amidst this turmoil.

Finally, everything was coming to an end.