Mistaken for a Mistress, Avenged by Her CEO Brother

I'd come to the dealership's flagship store to pick up my new car, and the second I stepped through the entrance, the automatic door clamped down on my foot.

Figuring the sensor had probably just glitched, I didn't want it ruining my good mood today, so I let it go.

I'd barely taken a few steps when a short-haired saleswoman came rushing over to me.

"Excuse me, miss, you kicked our store door and broke it! You'll need to pay for the damages!"

I turned to look. Somehow the automatic door had become a scatter of glass shards all over the floor.

The whole thing baffled me. "That door was already broken. It just caught my foot on the way in."

A male salesman walked over, glanced at my foot, and let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"If you hadn't kicked our door, it wouldn't be broken, and it sure wouldn't have caught your foot! Looks to me like you're trying to weasel out of paying!"

"Let me tell you something. If this blows up, everyone's going to find out you're Manager Lawrence's kept woman! And his wife is not someone to mess with!"

There wasn't a soul in Crestwood City who'd dare keep me. Anyone who even got the idea would've had his legs broken by my sister-obsessed brother long ago.

I had no idea who my brother had hired to staff this place. They couldn't even bother to vet people's character.

I sat down on the couch and folded my arms across my chest.

"No proof, so you just frame me and spread lies? You let any random riffraff in off the street? The two of you can pack up and get out together!"

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The male salesman, whose badge read Victor Walker, looked me over with contempt in his eyes.

"Oh ho! Big talk from you! Walk in here with a designer bag and suddenly you think you're some rich family's young lady?"

"Everybody knows that bag on your arm got handed to you because you served Manager Lawrence so well that you begged him on your knees for it!"

"You really think you're somebody? If you were actually some rich family's daughter, you wouldn't be unable to even pay for our store door!"

He'd deliberately raised his voice.

The shoppers in the store heard the commotion and turned to look, curious.

I was honestly stumped.

I'd come here today to pick up the birthday gift my brother had ordered for me.

The dealership near our place didn't carry that limited-edition model, so I'd gone out of my way to come across town to this flagship store.

This was my first time at the flagship. These two clearly didn't recognize me, right?

So how could they just smear me as their manager's kept woman out of thin air?

I couldn't let them get to me, and I definitely couldn't let them control the narrative.

I worked to settle the agitation rising in me.

"If you think I broke the door, then go pull up the security footage. Your store cameras can't all be broken, can they?"

"If I really broke it, I'll pay. But if the footage proves I didn't, then you two will apologize to me for slandering me and spreading lies!"

Victor gave a contemptuous little snort. "You want me to apologize to you? You think you're worth it?"

It was as though he hadn't heard a word I said about checking the cameras.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, opened a livestream, and aimed the lens at my face.

"Everyone, come take a look! This woman here is something else. She kicked our store door and broke it, and now she's making excuses and refusing to pay!"

"She just threatened me too, said if I didn't get on my knees and apologize, she'd have me killed! Today I'm going to expose her if it kills me, this kind of woman who just lies back, spreads her legs, and milks her sugar daddy for money!"

"The public can see clearly! Right and wrong are plain as day, and justice is definitely going to be on my side!"

The lens stayed shoved right in my face.

It was the first time anyone had ever smeared me like this, and the feeling sat ugly in my chest.

From start to finish, he never once gave a straight answer to my question.

Instead, he deliberately blew up the whole topic of me being a kept woman who refused to pay.

The bystanders, who had no idea what was actually going on, got swept up by him too, and started buzzing with whispers about me.