After my fiancé Bridges was stolen by my sister Gina, I forced myself on him and got pregnant. Although Bridges had a terrible temper, he was handsome, so I decided to give birth to this superior offspring. Bridges was furious, saying he'd make me wish I was dead when he found me. I lived in fear and hid for five years. Until one day I went to pick up my son from school, and there was a crowd of people at the gate saying someone was fighting. I eagerly pushed through the crowd, ready to watch the show. In the open space at the school entrance, two figures were grappling with each other. The tall one wore a black trench coat, his back straight as a pine tree. The short one wore an elementary school uniform, his little legs kicking rapidly, fists small but every punch landing on vital points. I rubbed my eyes, staring at these two people who looked remarkably similar. This was a disaster. What was wrong with this father and son? They'd never even met before—how could they be fighting?
Bridges turned his head. He dodged my son Isaac's punch, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned with careless roguishness. That face—it haunted my nightmares. I took a deep breath, then another deep breath, then one more deep breath. Isaac had told me he was very well-behaved at school. Looking at his practiced fighting stance, he seemed more like someone who frequently caused trouble and got into brawls. That left hook was fierce, the angle tricky, and he even knew to feint before throwing the real punch. A circle of parents had already gathered around. Some were holding up their phones filming, others were cheering them on. "Whose kid is this? Pretty impressive!" "Go for it, little guy!" I covered my face, wishing I could find a hole to crawl into. Isaac stood with his hands on his hips, head tilted back. "You're blocking my way." Bridges glanced down at him and snorted. "Did your family build this road?" "It's not my family's, but you're blocking the school gate and affecting my classmates getting out of school." Bridges actually laughed at his audacity. "Who's your mother? How'd she raise such a little tyrant?" I rubbed my forehead. This child had completely inherited both my and Bridges' bad tempers. Everyone knew that whenever Bridges and I met, we'd fight, and our fights always drew blood. The day I found out I was the child the Gibbs family had mistakenly raised, Bridges was the first to come watch the drama unfold. "Lewis, so you're a fake. No wonder you have no manners." I lunged at him directly and bit down hard on his neck. He used all his strength but couldn't push me off. Blood seeped through my teeth. He groaned in pain and looked at me in shock, his eyes full of disbelief. "Are you a dog?!" Only then did I release my mouth and licked the blood from the corner of my lips. I just hadn't expected he wouldn't get along with Isaac either. Bridges reached out and grabbed Isaac by the back of his neck. "Come on, let's find your parent. I want to see what kind of parent could raise a little demon like you." My throat tightened, and I prepared to make my escape. Just then, an angry shout came from the school gate. The homeroom teacher, clicking along in high heels, charged over with fury on her face. "Which class are you from? Bullying our students?" Bridges looked unusually embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, a woman in a beige trench coat emerged gracefully from the crowd. She naturally hooked her arm through Bridges' and smiled slightly at Ms. Anderson. "Hello, teacher. I'm sorry, we were presumptuous." "We're investors in this school. We happened to be passing by today and wanted to see the school environment. My husband doesn't really know how to interact with children. If he's offended your student, I apologize on his behalf." As she spoke, she bowed slightly, her manner elegant and proper. Ms. Anderson's anger dissipated by more than half. "Oh, investors... well, you still can't get physical with students..." Gina turned to look at Bridges, her tone carrying a hint of reproach. "Bridges, really, why are you being so serious with a child?" I looked at their linked arms and clicked my tongue in wonder. After Gina was taken back to her real family, she targeted me at every turn. "Bridges is mine too, Lewis. You're not going to try to take him as well, are you?" I was shaking with rage. Since she said I was a cuckoo in the nest, I'd show her just how much I could take. That very night, I drugged Bridges and slept with him, then fled overnight. I pressed down the brim of my hat. As long as I wasn't recognized, everything would be fine. Just then, the homeroom teacher suddenly called out to me. "Hey, Ms. Lewis, you're here? I was just about to call you." My steps halted.
Bridges' gaze was sweeping in this direction. Ms. Anderson walked up to me, holding Isaac's hand. "Isaac and that gentleman just had a little misunderstanding. I wanted to explain the situation to you..." I turned my back to Bridges, keeping my voice very low. "I have an emergency right now, a really urgent one. Can I contact you later?" Ms. Anderson paused, looking at my expression, then glancing behind me. "But..." I made up an excuse on the spot, bent down and scooped up Isaac. Isaac obediently put his arms around my neck, looking confused. I turned and darted into a nearby alley, quickly taking him home. Isaac slid down from my arms and looked up at me. "That uncle kept staring at you just now. When you left, he watched your back for a long time." I didn't say anything. Just as I was about to close the door, a hand pressed against it from outside. Gina stood in the doorway, smiling triumphantly and falsely. "Lewis, it really is you. It's been so long." "No wonder Bridges didn't recognize you. You don't look anything like that arrogant person you used to be." Isaac poked half his face out from behind my legs, his little face tense, glaring at her. Gina noticed his gaze, looked down, and smiled. "Which man did you have this one with?" I rolled my eyes dramatically and cut her off. "Are you done?" The smile on her face froze for a moment. She pulled a gold-embossed invitation from her bag and held it out. "Lewis, tomorrow is my and Bridges' wedding. Mom and Dad said that even though you're not their biological daughter, they raised you for twenty years and still hope you can come." Gina shoved the invitation into my hand and leaned close to my ear. "Oh, and I still have those paintings of yours." I raised an eyebrow. Gina stepped back half a step, a dignified and proper smile on her face, but her eyes were vicious. "You left in such a hurry back then. That kraft paper bag had about twenty-something paintings in it, all from when you were in high school." Gina tilted her head, smiling sweetly. "I heard you were originally going to apply to art school? What a shame. I was the one who had Mom and Dad cut off all your financial support, which kept you from going to college." "I've looked through those paintings a few times. They're all large-scale photos of Bridges, aren't they?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "What do you want? I've already left the Gibbs family. After all these years, you still won't let me go?" She let out a triumphant laugh. "Lewis, you stole so many years of my life. This is nothing." "The wedding is next Saturday. If you come, I'll return those paintings to you in front of everyone. If you don't come, I'll make them public at the wedding and let everyone see how disgusting you are." I snorted with laughter. "Fine, then make them public. Let everyone see his nude photos." Gina froze for a moment, then her face turned bright red. "You're shameless!" I smiled and pulled out my phone, waving it. "Oh, and if you don't think that's sensational enough, I have more here. From when he and I... you know. Want to see those too?" I didn't actually have anything, but I was used to playing dirty. Gina's face turned ashen. "Lewis, you're despicable!" I tilted my head, smiling brightly. "If you don't show everyone my paintings, you're a dog." She was shaking with rage, pointing her finger at me, unable to get a word out for a long time. "You were spoiled rotten by the Gibbs family. You've been kicked out for so many years and you still haven't learned to control your temper. Just you wait." She glared at me furiously through gritted teeth, then turned and left. I called after her, "I'll definitely be there tomorrow. If you don't release them, you're not human!" Isaac poked his head out from behind the door. "Mom, what did you paint?" I pinched his little face. "Tomorrow Mom's taking you to a party."
The next day, I went to the Gibbs house as promised. When Gina walked over in her trailing wedding dress, I was squatting in a corner fixing Isaac's little suit. "Lewis, you came. Perfect, there's something I'd like your help with." I raised an eyebrow, wondering what trick she was pulling. She clapped her hands, and two bodyguards in black emerged from behind her, grabbing my arms on either side. "The kitchen is short-handed today. The dishwashing lady ran off at the last minute. Lewis, you're not doing anything anyway, so go help out." I frowned. "Gina, you invited me to your wedding just to have me wash dishes?" She looked me up and down, her gaze full of condescension. "Kitchen work isn't hard. Washing plates, wiping floors—you can't tell me you can't even do that? You're not the pampered daughter living in luxury at the Gibbs house anymore." The two bodyguards dragged me toward the kitchen. Isaac rushed over and hugged my leg. "Don't touch my mom!" She gestured to the bodyguards, and another one came forward, grabbed Isaac by the back of his collar, and lifted him away from me. "Gina!" I struggled and shouted. "Let go of my son!" "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to him." She adjusted her veil, her tone light and airy. "When you finish your work in the kitchen, I promise your son will be returned to you safe and sound." She paused, then leaned close to my ear and lowered her voice. "Of course, that's assuming you do the job well. If you break even one plate, you and your son will have to go home naked today." The bodyguards dragged me into the kitchen and threw me in front of a pile of greasy plates. "Finish washing before you can leave." The door locked from the outside. I took a deep breath, rolled up my sleeves, and started washing. I washed for almost an hour, my hands turning pale and wrinkled. Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the distance. Then came Gina's scream: "How is that possible? I was wearing it on my hand! That diamond ring cost fifty million!" "How could it disappear!" My heart sank with an inexplicable sense of foreboding. I looked out through the crack in the door. The next second, I heard Gina continue speculating: "Just now... just now a child got pretty close to me. He even bumped into me, and then my ring disappeared." Before Gina finished speaking, bodyguards walked out with Isaac in tow. Isaac was still holding half a macaron, his cheeks puffed out, looking a bit confused by the sudden attention. "I didn't!" "What are you doing? Let me go!" Isaac began struggling violently. Gina stepped forward quickly, apologizing with false concern: "Isaac, I'm sorry." "This ring is really too valuable. I can't afford to lose it. I just want to make sure—just to check if you have it on you. If you don't, I'll have them let you go immediately!" Under the gaze of everyone present, the ring was pulled out of Isaac's pocket. The entire banquet hall instantly erupted in an uproar. Contemptuous and scornful looks came from all directions.
Several people friendly with the Gibbs family were already frowning, pointing at Isaac. "Clearly has no upbringing, charging around recklessly at this kind of occasion." "Where's the parent? The child caused trouble—the parent should at least come out and explain." Isaac's little face slowly turned red as he loudly protested: "I didn't! I didn't bump into her! I didn't take her ring either!" But his childish voice seemed pale and helpless amid the noisy discussions. I pounded on the door, my palms aching, but the door didn't budge. Just then, police and on-site security arrived. The evidence was ironclad, witnessed by all. The police crouched down and asked: "Little friend, where are your mom and dad? Who told you to steal?" That question was like a needle, puncturing Isaac's forced composure. He blinked, moisture gathering on his lashes, but he quickly held it back forcefully. "I don't know." Gina nestled against Cameron, who had rushed over after hearing the news, crying piteously. "Mom, that ring... was Bridges' token to me." "This is Lewis's son from outside. We kindly let them come to the wedding, and we didn't expect him to have such sticky fingers." The murmurs around grew louder. "Oh, it's her, that fake..." "No wonder he steals!" Isaac bit his lip hard, not letting his tears fall. Just then, a low commotion came from the banquet hall entrance. The crowd automatically parted to make way. Bridges, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, walked in expressionlessly. Gina wiped her tears, her tone becoming businesslike. "Officer, there's one more thing." She pulled out her phone from her handbag, brought up several photos, and handed it to the police. "These are paintings Lewis made. The content... it's all photos she secretly took of my husband, then painted as nude portraits." She paused, her face slightly flushed, as if too embarrassed to continue. "My husband is Bridges, heir to Bridges Group. These paintings seriously violate his right to his image, and the content of the paintings is very... indecent." The police took the phone, frowning. "Where are these paintings now?" "They were with me originally. Lewis came to the wedding today wanting to get the paintings back. But I think this kind of behavior shouldn't be tolerated. So I want to pursue her legal responsibility." She turned to look at Bridges, her voice softening. "Bridges, don't you think so?" Bridges looked up, walked to the police, and scooped up Isaac. "I'm the child's father." "Those photos were also taken when I was scantily dressed, trying to seduce her, begging her to paint them."
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