Rising from the Ashes: A Mother's Revenge novel Chapter 3

The egg hit the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces, with tiny fragments scattering in all directions.

One sharp-eyed expert suddenly picked up a fragment and muttered, "This looks like an authentic Fabergé egg. At auction, something like this would easily fetch at least $10 million."

Hearing this, the crowd gasped in shock, clearly not expecting the egg to be worth such an astronomical amount.

But Cassie just scoffed with disdain.

"Her? Afford something that expensive? Please, she must've conned it out of my man! I’m just smashing my boyfriend’s stuff—what’s the big deal?"

"And besides, my future mother-in-law is the wealthiest woman in the country, and she adores me. It won’t be long before I marry into their fortune and become one of the elites. Forget about smashing a homewrecker’s stuff, I could beat her to death, and nothing would happen to me!"

Cassie crossed her arms, standing there with an air of superiority, as if she were an all-powerful queen. It was clear now that her arrogance stemmed from my connection to her.

I let out a cold laugh and said, "If your future mother-in-law sees you like this, your chances of marrying into a wealthy family are as good as gone."

"You bitch! Seducing my boyfriend wasn’t enough, now you’re cursing me too?"

"I’m going to teach you a lesson today!"

"Everyone, keep smashing! Destroy everything!"

With that, Cassie led the charge, once again wreaking havoc on my home.

The streamers, as if fueled by adrenaline, became even more frenzied in their destruction. This time, they seemed to have thrown all caution to the wind, smashing everything with reckless abandon.

Vases, antiques, jewelry—nothing was spared. They picked up each item and hurled it to the ground, shattering it to pieces.

Designer clothing, limited-edition handbags—they shredded them one by one with scissors.

It was as if a gang of bandits had stormed the place.

The once neat and tidy villa was transformed into a chaotic mess within minutes, with broken fragments and debris littering the floor.

I glanced at the phone on the table and, while those maniacs were distracted, I began to slowly inch myself and the chair towards it.

Just as I managed to grab the phone and was about to call the police, one of the sharp-eyed streamers spotted me. They rushed over, snatched the phone from my hands, and angrily smashed it onto the floor.

"Trying to call the cops? You shameless homewrecker, where do you get the nerve?"