Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Mia looked at her wide–eyed, then at the plamer, and subconsciously backed away.

“You bitch! You just want to take this chance to get back at me! You don’t really want to return the old house and the Fallen Group to us. No way! Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it.”

Sylvia didn’t react and merely twirled the ruler between her fingers indifferently. “You just said you would do anything. Now suddenly, you can’t.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line after saying that. As if on cue, Eleven and Twelve immediately stepped forward and grabbed Mia’s shoulder, pressing her down.

“What are you trying to do?!”

Hints of fear gradually stained Mia’s eyes. She shouted, “You want to scare me, don’t you?! You think I’m afraid of you! I won’t give in to you, slut!”

Sylvia’s thumb stopped fiddling with the ruler. Holding it straight, she slowly approached Mia. “Isn’t it fun to curse a slut? There’s not an inch of a rich man’s sophistication in that mouth of yours. So today, I’ll show you the rules!”

“What? You want to hit me? Bitch! How dare you touch me!”

Sylvia sneered and shook her head.

This Mia was really stupid. She wasn’t perceptive at all. If she simply kept blabbing and cursing, it would only irritate Sylvia more.

“But that’s okay,‘ Sylvia thought, already planning to use it for her demonstration.

“Since entering, how many curse words did you utter?”

Mia was flabbergasted.

“Who knows how much? she thought in a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

Eleven counted, “It’s five swear words in total, Miss.”

Sylvia casually raised the ruler high. “Two hits for every word. I won’t hit you too much for today, so be thankful it’s just ten.”

“No way! Why would you hit me! My mother and father have never even laid a finger on me! Who do you think you are?”

Having only ever been pampered her whole life, she was naturally a stranger to pain. She feared it, even. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel when the ruler hit her palm, She struggled frantically and kept screaming.

“Mom, save me! She’s going to beat me to death! Mom!”

but in order for her daughter to learn her lesson and get rid of her domineering

forward into position. She couldn’t pull back at all. Sylvia even forcibly uncurled her fingertips, exposing her palms

resume her scolding, but one look from Sylvia rendered her speechless. “It’s only ten strikes for now, but if you still can’t control

could do

a ruler to slap Mia’s lips, then her

throat while biting her lip. She couldn’t dare

also stopped beating around the bush and

save me! She’s really going to beat me to death!”

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Chapter 221

droplets of tears as she screamed

used all of her strength. Adding to the fact that she had a strong foundation in martial arts, Mia’s palm

and swell

to this, Sylvia mercilessly struck four

to the point of hoarseness, cry into tears, and feel her

times

could also only cry as she listened to the whistling sound of the ruler. She had to endure the urge to intervene multiple times, and eventually retreated into

the left hand. Sylvia then grabbed the right hand and hit five times as well.

the punishment was over, Eleven and Twelve finally

Her calf was shaking as a

prevent her face from colliding with the floor. However, as soon as her palms touched the ground, a piercing pain bloomed again

over to help her and

the rules in mind, and I never turn a blind eye to those

herself into her mother’s arms. Apart from crying, there was nothing she could really do about

at Sylvia with fear and

ruthless. She’s like the devil incarnate.”

Mia’s resignation. It seemed that she also lowered her arrogance by a large

telling her off. Wisdom passed down for thousands of

table across Mia’s room

to sign the two real estate transfer agreements without even as much as a

the past seven days, with the ruler sitting there in plain sight as a threat and a reminder, Mia had no choice but to memorize the entire book with

memorized

and anger, yet she knew she was helpless against Sylvia. She could only cry while cradling her swollen hands to her chest, “Huhu, you’re a

there is progress, at least. The words you use to curse me is more civilized. However,

zipped her lips

the bathroom

routinely inform Sylvia when she wanted to go to bed. It was almost like a bedtime prayer at this point that she might as well be praying to Sylvia’s