Chapter 2

"Kneel?" I repeated her words slowly, shooting her a cold glare. "You should be the one kneeling."

No one had dared to talk down to me like that for years.

"You little bitch!" Sienna's face twisted in rage as she screamed and lunged at me, raising her hand high to slap me.

Her move was quick and vicious, but I had years of self-defense training. Just as her hand swung down, I caught her wrist and retaliated without hesitation.

Smack!

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the room.

Sienna stumbled back, clutching her rapidly reddening cheek, disbelief written all over her pretty face.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

I heard the sales manager mutter in despair, "Oh my God, she actually hit Sienna... She's in trouble. Jason's going to kill her. No one dares touch Sienna in this city."

I pulled out a wet wipe from my bag and calmly started cleaning the hand I had just used to hit her.

I'm in trouble?

The Vance family might think they own this city, but compared to my grandfather's global conglomerate, they were just big fish in a small pond—not worth my time.

I didn't care about this so-called "rich family" that was my biological father's.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?"

A cold male voice cut through the whispers in the showroom as a young man in a tailored Italian suit strode in.

It was Jason Vance.

"Jason! Darling!" Sienna cried, rushing into his arms, squeezing out a few tears. "She hit me! This crazy woman just attacked me!"

For a moment, I thought maybe this ridiculous scene would finally have someone sensible to step in.

"I'm Violet," I said, looking straight into his eyes, my tone steady. "We share the same father. I'm here today just to pick out a gift for him."

Jason squinted, sizing me up, then let out a cold laugh. "Sister? I'm the only heir to the Vance family. I don't have a sister; you're just a con artist looking to cash in."

"She humiliated me in front of everyone, Jason," Sienna said, leaning against him and fanning the flames, her eyes filled with malice. "I want her tied up, begging at my feet!"

"As you wish, babe." Jason snapped his fingers at the bodyguards behind him without hesitation. "Take her down. Bind her hands tight; let my girl vent her frustrations."

Several burly bodyguards lunged at me.

I quickly stepped back to counter, kicking one in the knee with my high heel, but I couldn't take them all down at once.

They roughly twisted my arms behind my back and bound my wrists tightly with rope.

Sienna strutted over, a smug smile on her face, and raised her arm to slap me.

The force of it turned my head to the side, and I instantly tasted blood in my mouth, like metal.

"Where's that high-and-mighty attitude now? Keep pretending, fake!" Sienna followed up with another slap.

I clenched my teeth, refusing to let out a single sound of pain.

Seeing I wouldn't beg for mercy, Sienna cursed and yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at her.

Just as she was about to bring down a third slap, her movement suddenly paused.

Her gaze drifted past my cheek, landing on the spot behind my right ear.

"What's that ugly red mark?" she wrinkled her nose in disgust, leaning in for a closer look. "A crescent-shaped birthmark? Gross."

Jason, who had been casually lighting a cigar, froze in place.

"A crescent-shaped birthmark?"