My Brother's Girlfriend Treats Me As His Mistress

After winning the lottery, I bought a huge mansion for my family. My younger brother, Jaron Warren, who had always been a lazy drifter, moved back in with a pile of shabby luggage, eager to freeload.

For a month, he lowered himself to be my servant, and I finally agreed to his marriage with his girlfriend Kamila Morton, promising to put in a good word for him when Kamila came over.

Just as the preparation for the wedding was ready, Kamila stormed in, accusing me of being Jaron's mistress living in the mansion.

"If I don't put you in your place, you'll really think you're the lady of this house!"

She smashed my carefully decorated villa, tore up the only photo of my parents that survived, and even caused me to miscarry after I had just succeeded with IVF.

As I lay on the floor, barely conscious, Jaron returned, holding gifts meant to curry favor with me.

I stared at him coldly.

"Jaron, it looks like you won't be marrying this woman."

——

I had just finished arranging the wedding gifts I had meticulously prepared for him. Knowing Jaron's mischievous nature, I worried he might treat the girl poorly, so I added an extra envelope stuffed with several thousand dollars.

After placing everything neatly, I took out my phone and snapped a picture to send to Jaron.

Just as I was about to relax after all this, a girl in a miniskirt and tight clothing, wearing heavy makeup, appeared outside the open door of the mansion. After a closer look, I realized it was Jaron's girlfriend, Kamila.

I intended to quickly go upstairs to change out of my loungewear to avoid appearing disrespectful, but to my surprise, Kamila barged in and immediately started yelling at me as I was halfway up the stairs.

"Now you're scared? Trying to hide? It's too late!"

She grabbed my collar and yanked me down the stairs.

"So, you knew I was his girlfriend all along? And you still dared to be his mistress. I'll make you regret seducing my man today!"

Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my cheek, and my ears started ringing.

She had slapped me in the face!

Just as I was about to speak, she suddenly threw Jaron's phone at my feet, showing our chat history.

It was filled with messages of me ordering Jaron around to buy snacks, coffee, and even luxury items on my behalf.

Jaron enjoyed doing these errands for me, and I had turned a blind eye to him pocketing a little extra cash from time to time.

"You've got nothing to explain, do you? You dare to ask for so much as a mistress, constantly ordering him to buy so many things. Get out of my fiance's villa now! We're getting married next month, and I'm the real lady of this house!" Kamila crossed her arms and gave me a condescending glance, reeking of an unpleasant perfume.

My stomach churned, and I covered my mouth quickly, desperate to reach the bathroom before I vomited.

Seeing me stay silent, she yanked me back, demanding, "Are you mute? Answer me! Is the 'Queen' in his contacts you?"

I struggled to suppress the waves of nausea, nodding absentmindedly.

"Yes, that's me. So what?"

"Fine, fine! Since you've admitted to being the mistress, I'm not falsely accusing you. Today, I'm going to deliver justice for all the women in the world and restore order in my home!"

That was when I finally realized what was going on.

Jaron's girlfriend had seen our chat history and mistaken me for the mistress he was supposedly keeping outside. I had been slapped for a ridiculous reason, and it was actually just a misunderstanding. Wanting to keep Jaron's reputation, I forced a smile and said.

"Kamila, you've misunderstood me. I'm not his mistress, but his elder Marilyn.

"I'm not feeling well, so let me go to the bathroom first, and then we can talk this through."

I turned to walk away since the urge to vomit became unbearable. Just as I was about to reach the bathroom, she suddenly grabbed my ear and pulled me back. I couldn't hold it in any longer and ended up vomiting all over her feet.

Early pregnancy was truly unbearable.

I gave her an awkward smile, but she screamed in disgust and yanked my ear, slamming my head against the bathroom door frame.

"You're disgusting! Let me teach you a good lesson today!"

I instinctively struggled to fight back, but I didn't expect her grip to be so strong. It wasn't until she slammed my head against the wall five or six times that she finally let go.

Disgusted, she tossed her shoes onto me, and then walked barefoot across the room, grabbing a pair of luxury shoes I had just ordered and hadn't even unpacked, slipping them onto her feet.

When I finally regained my senses, I was filled with fear and immediately touched my slightly swollen belly. Luckily, the baby seemed unharmed.

Realizing she wasn't listening to a word of my explanation, I swallowed my anger and reached for my phone to call Jaron who was so useless, hoping he could clear things up.

But before I could, Kamila snatched the phone from my hand and smashed it on the ground.

"What? Trying to call for backup? Not a chance!

"Do you know how much he loves me? Even if he comes, I'll beat you right in front of him. Do you think he will get mad at me over a mistress?"

I looked at my shattered phone on the floor, feeling a hint of heartache.

I had held back earlier to save Jaron's reputation, but in my own home, I was being beaten by a stranger, mistaken for Jaron's mistress. If I kept enduring this, then I would just be a coward.

I protected my belly and glared at Kamila.

"I'll tell you one more time. I'm his Marilyn. His elder Marilyn! Didn't he ever tell you?"

Kamila let out a cold laugh.

She sneered, "Oh, so you fell in love with a younger man, right? The mistresses these days are really good at acting.

"You can't even lie convincingly. Jaron told me he has a Marilyn who looks like a toad. His parents left all their assets to him after they died. This villa you're living in belongs to him! Once we get married, it'll be mine too!

"Have you ever ridden in his luxury car, you dirty mistress? I have, and we even had sex in the car! Jealous?"

I was fuming.

Jaron was always lazy and good for nothing, except for his smooth talk. I couldn't believe he had been telling people the villa belonged to him, that the lottery money I won was his, and that I looked like a toad!

And worse, they had sex in my brandnew luxury car!

This was the last straw.

"Jaron must have spent a lot of money on you, right? Well, all of that money is mine. Do you believe I'll take it all back? And I'll report you to the police for breaking into my home and assaulting me."

Kamila just laughed dismissively and even clapped her hands.

"Well, look at this. How dare a mistress to threaten me with the police? You've got some nerve. Now, delete every contact you have for Jaron and crawl out of here naked! Don't take a single thing with you!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity.

At that moment, Presley Shea, our housekeeper, came in to clean. She looked at me in shock, put down her mop, and rushed to my side.

"Madam, you look pale. Should I take you to the hospital?"

Before I could respond, the girl on the sofa, feeling ignored, snapped.

"Hey, you! Are you the one who cleans for Jaron?"

Presley paused and then nodded.

"Yes, I clean Jaron's room too."

When Kamila heard it, her face lit up with arrogance.

"See, I told you the house belongs to Jaron! Then I'm also the hostess of this villa. Now, there's nothing left for you to argue. Take your trash and get out!"

Presley wasn't having it. She helped me to the sofa and said.

"Who are you? I don't know where you came from, but I do know that Madam is the hostess of this house."

I raised an eyebrow, finally taking a closer look at the girl. She was wearing exaggerated makeup, and the clothes she was in were ones I had thrown in the trash a few days ago, only to have Jaron retrieve them.

I couldn't hold back a laugh.

Kamila didn't like that. "So, it looks like you're quite cunning. You've got everyone in this house wrapped around your finger. Fine, if you won't leave, then I'll show you what I'm made of!"

She pulled out her phone, handed it to Presley, and demanded.

"Record this. I'm going to show everyone how to deal with a mistress!"

With that, she rolled up her sleeves and began surveying the room until her gaze landed on the pile of expensive gifts I had prepared for Jaron. Without hesitation, she ran over and started smashing everything.

"I don't know what sweet lies you've been telling him, but he bought you all this expensive stuff! I'm his girlfriend, and I didn't even get this treatment!

"I'll smash it all. You don't worth them!"

Presley wanted to stop her, but I held her back.

First, I didn't care about the money. Second, if she smashed it, I wouldn't buy it again, and she would only regret it later.

Soon, the floor was littered with broken pieces, and even a limitededition perfume bottle was shattered, filling the room with its scent.

But she wasn't satisfied. She set her sights on the photo wall I had carefully arranged at the corner of the staircase.

Seeing where she was headed, I jumped up and shouted.

"Don't touch that!"

Hearing my voice, Kamila seemed even more excited.

She quickened her pace towards the photo wall.

A surge of dread overcame me. At that moment, I hated my useless brother more than ever!

Jaron had begged me for a month, telling me how his girlfriend was sweet and considerate and that she wanted to marry into our family. Thinking about how our parents had asked me to find him a good wife before they died, I had softened and agreed.

However, I never imagined that the reality would be so different from what he had described.

I rushed forward, grabbing her hand, terrified she would go crazy and destroy the photos.

"I won't hold you responsible for smashing the gifts. Anyway, they were meant for you. But if you destroy my photo wall, I'll make sure you regret it!"

My eyes were red with tears that I barely managed to hold back.

I clutched the only photo I had of my parents carefully, which was my most cherished memory.

My parents had died long ago, and we were so poor at the time that no photos remained. I had spent a fortune restoring this one. My memory of their faces had already faded. Without this photo, I would have forgotten their faces completely.

But the next second, Kamila snatched the photo from my arms.

"I didn't expect Jaron and you to be childhood friends. Then perhaps you're a lady from a prominent family. Why did you stoop to be a mistress? Or do you just like other people's boyfriends?"

I reached out to grab it, but she only seemed more excited, holding the photo high above her head.

Feeling panicking, I screamed.

"Presley! Help me get it back!"

But Kamila roared, "You keep recording! If you come near, I'll smash it right now!"

I had no choice but to wave my hand in tears, signaling Presley to stay put.

Fear overwhelmed my anger in an instant. I could feel my legs shaking, and a dull pain began to throb in my abdomen, but I still begged desperately.

"Please, anything but this. You can't tear up this photo.

"It's of Jaron's late parents!"

I thought Kamila might hesitate, but she just smirked.

"So what if it is? Jaron told me he hates those dead parents the most.

"This photo wall will be filled with my pictures soon."

Seeing Kamila's smug expression, I desperately tried to appease her.

"Okay, you can replace it with your pictures, but can you at least return this one to me?"

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke.

Seeing me in such a state seemed to please her even more.

"Do you want it? Okay."

I felt delighted and reached out eagerly.

But the next second, she held the photo right in front of my face, smiling arrogantly.

"Mistresses have no right to ask for anything!"

At that moment, I watched in horror as the photo of my parents was torn to shreds, beyond repair.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, enveloped in a wave of despair and agony.

I didn't even get a final and clear look at it...

Then the last memory of my parents was gone forever…

Looking at the shredded photo on the floor, I felt like my soul was instantly ripped away. My legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the floor. I tried to reach for the photo fragments, but a searing pain shot through my hand.

Kamila, wearing my high heels, was crushing my hand under her foot heavily.

She even stomped down repeatedly.

The sharp pain made me cry out.

Presley, who had been trying to call Jaron frantically, was now in tears, but Jaron's phone couldn't get through. With every step Presley took toward me, she stomped harder.

I had never endured such humiliation before.

I was pampered by my parents when I was young, and as an adult, I had a considerate husband who was currently on a business trip. After winning a large lottery prize, I quit my job and enjoyed a life of luxury.

The greatest hardship I faced was the injections during IVF preparation.

Thinking about it, I touched my slightly protruding belly, fearing for the baby's safety.

But Kamila's cruelty only escalated. She noticed the expensive baby clothes I had carefully chosen and the small sweater I had knitted over two months.

Her anger flared.

"Why are there baby clothes here? Are you pregnant with an illegitimate child?"

Presley was sobbing while she said, "Please, let madam get up. She just stabilized her pregnancy. If anything happens to her, you won't get out of it!"

After that, Presley threw aside her phone and tried to drag Kamila away.

But Kamila grabbed shards of glass from the floor and threw them at Presley. "Busybody, you meddling old hag. When Jaron comes back, I'll have him fire you!"

Presley's face instantly bled, and she fainted.

I managed to pull my right hand free and cried.

"You can smash anything, but don't touch my baby. I've struggled for years to get pregnant through IVF. Can't you be rational? I'm not a mistress!"

Kamila licked her lips and crouched down slowly.

She slapped my face again and again until my mouth filled with blood. Before I could catch my breath, she flipped me over.

I cried, clutching my stomach. "Are you insane? This is murder! You're a murderer!"

Her laughter grew more sinister as she said slowly.

"A child of a mistress shouldn't exist in this world."

"No!" I screamed in agony.

The next moment, a searing pain radiated from my abdomen.

She stomped on my belly heavily with the heel of her shoe!