"Well, since Mr. Wells is saying this, just stop playing innocent, Aria. I'll forget about that five thousand. Just hand over the ring!"

I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. It was clear Adrian had been bribed by her.

Before I even came to the wedding, I'd asked the butler to investigate Tessa's little crew in our class group chat.

Each of them was only rallying behind her because she was marrying Dorian, who was about to become the CEO. They all wanted something from her, so it was only right for them to be on her side and attack against me.

Even Adrian was in on it. He was just trying to get some funding from Glory Group for a new building at his school.

But they had no idea they were playing with fire. And even worse, they'd crossed someone they should never have messed with.

3

"You know as well as I do that I didn't take that ring, and as for that five grand, it was clearly you..."

Before I could finish, Tessa slapped me twice and gave her group an eye.

In no time, they were dragging me out of the hotel, step by step.

The hotel bellboy who had helped me with the gifts from the car stood there, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"Ms. Sinclair, what happened to you?"

I was too beaten up to speak, blood filling my mouth.

When Tessa and her gang saw the bellboy talking to me, plus the luxury bags he was holding, they immediately put two and two together and assumed that Mercedes nearby to be mine.

"This bitch drives a fancy car. She must be some old guy's mistress! Makes sense!"

"It's nothing, compared with my million-dollar ring. Smash it, girls! Don't hold back!"

With Tessa's words, they grabbed bricks from the ground and started smashing the car.

Windows, headlights, and the engine were all destroyed.

They ripped open the gift boxes from the trunk, tossing aside expensive perfumes and ruby necklaces like they were trash.

"What a load of cheap knockoffs! She actually thought she could bring this garbage as gifts?"

While they were trashing the car, they found a photo frame hidden in the trunk and pulled it out.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

It was the only picture I had with my late father, with his handwritten message on the back. There was only one like it in the entire world.

"I knew it! Bitch's some old man's mistress! Here's the proof!"

"Look at the back. 'To my baby, may you always be happy and healthy.' Ewww, that's so cringe!"

With a loud crack, they smashed the frame to pieces.

I jumped up, desperate to stop them, but it was too late.

Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting into my skin.

They tore the photo into shreds, scattering the pieces over my head like confetti.