My Sweet Revenge: The Fake Heiress

My husband’s sister burst into the company during our annual gala and slapped me hard across the face, right in front of hundreds of employees.

She pointed a finger at my nose and yelled, “Scarlett, you’re barely good enough to polish my brother’s shoes! Stop putting on a show as the VP here!”

Arthur, my father-in-law and the Chairman, sat beside me, his face thunderous. He was just about to reprimand me for failing to keep the family in line.

But I calmly smoothed my hair and looked at him.