Married My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 4

Brittany's POV

"No," I gasped, pulling away from the mature man.

I was panting hard, and his eyes burned with desire—I knew I had to get out of there fast!

That man was dangerous and attractive!

And worst of all? My body was totally betraying me right now!

Nope. This was so messed up.

I walked hurriedly, wanting to escape from this place.

But unexpectedly, I was found by the maid and brought into the hall.

The place was packed.

Kayla was adopted by my parents, but they held a grand birthday party for her every year as if it could show their kindness and generosity.

Every big shot in Capinuss got an invite from my parents.

I was doing my best wallflower impression, nursing a glass of wine and praying to become invisible.

But you couldn't escape the gossip.

"Why's Kayla so special? She's not even their real kid," someone whispered.

"Please," another voice cut in. "She's smart and knows how to play the game. That's what matters in our world, not DNA."

I had to admit that I agreed with her.

Blood? Meant nothing. Otherwise, why would my parents treat me like this?

In the three years I was in prison, they had never come to visit me even once.

A lady also nodded in agreement. "I heard that Kayla has only been in the company for half a year, and she has already negotiated several orders. A few days ago, Yohan was so happy that he directly promoted her to deputy director, intending to train her as his successor."

Another lady said, "But she is an outsider, after all. Isn't it equivalent to Yohan and his wife handing the company over to an outsider? What about her biological parents? Why doesn't she go back to her biological parents?"

"Her biological parents have not been found," another person who knew the inside story said, "It's strange. Logically, Anne Mitchell, who adopted Brittany, should be Kayla's mother. But they did a paternity test, and Anne is not Kayla's mother."

I took a deep breath and clenched my hands.

I couldn't understand why my adoptive mother, Anne, had no blood relationship with Kayla.

I had initially thought that Anne had swapped me with Kayla to make her daughter live a good life. But Kayla was not Anne's daughter!

My stomach started to hurt again, and I couldn't figure out why.

In short, the result of this matter was apparent. Although I returned to the Sullivan family, Kayla still lived in my home as an adopted daughter.

While chatting, they suddenly looked at me.

I lowered my head. Three years in prison made me even more inferior. I didn't want to look anyone in the eye. I would subconsciously guess what they would think of me. For example, would they still suspect that I was the culprit who had hurt Kayla?

However, they didn't let me go.

Just as I turned my back, I felt a strong pull yank me into the center of the crowd.

"It's really you, Brittany?" A lady raised her chin proudly. "How did you become so ugly? God! You look so terrible."