Chapter 2

"Pin her down!" Amara smirked as two men in black suits clamped onto my shoulders with a vice-like grip.

I struggled and turned my head to see Vivian being forced to bow her head onto the hood of Amara's sports car.

Vivian's face was flushed, as she had a fever. Her forehead bumped into the hood with a dull thud. Those around us were too scared of Amara's identity to intervene.

"Get on your knees and apologize!" Amara's sharp stilettos crushed down on my foot.

I stared at the necklace swinging around her neck, the "Shimmer of Stars and Moon," a Blakely family heirloom meant for the matriarch. Now it was caught in Amara's cleavage. I felt it was so ironic.

Suddenly, Vivian let out a scream of pain.

I violently shrugged off the restraints. And my watch strap was broken in my struggle. Some shards of glass pierced my palm. "Stop it. Let her go! She's Nixon's..."

Vivian was the only daughter of the Blakely family. If anything were to happen to her, it would be a disaster.

"You beasts!" I grabbed the thermos from the car and hurled it. The metal canister hit the guard's forehead, and warm blood splattered onto Amara's face.

Amara was disgusted by the smear on her face, and her eyes turned icy. "How dare you resist? Took their clothes off! Let everyone see the cheap clothes these two impostors were wearing!"

I clutched my dress tightly and stood protectively in front of Vivian.

I was the Clark family's heir, and the members of the Blakely family usually treated me with the utmost respect. I had never suffered such humiliation.

I was terrified and shielded my chest as the fabric was torn open while Vivian was crying.

Someone pulled at my belt, and someone pinned my arms. I smelled my own hair burning. Amara was singeing my hair with a lighter.

"Help! Help!" I screamed until my throat bled, but it only let Amara mock louder.

"Stop!" I bit my tongue and tried to stay calm. "I am the daughter of the Clark family..."

"What?" Amara suddenly yanked my hair back, and I heard my neck crack. "The Clark family? Do you even know the name of the Clark family's daughter? It's Sophia Clark, and she's negotiating a multi-billion-dollar business deal right now abroad. Have you read too many novels?" Amara sneered as she pulled my hair harder. "Did you listen to too many stories about Cinderella? Do you want me to teach you what a real lady should do?"

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Ten months ago, Nixon begged me to use the Clark family's resources to save the Blakely Corporation. A month ago, he told me over the phone how much he missed me and how much he wanted to see me.

Recently, I had worked tirelessly to look for Vivian and just wanted to return home as soon as possible.

I never imagined Nixon's mistress would publicly strip me and accuse me of impersonating the daughter of the Clark family.

"Crack!" A sharp pain shot through my left arm as it fractured. Some bone shards pierced through, and blood streamed down instantly.

Amara smeared the blood on my face and crouched down to grip my chin. "Do you know you are wrong now?"