Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Mia looked at her wide-eyed, then at the plamer, and subconsciously backed away.

“You bitch! You just want to take this chance to get back at me! You don’t really want to return the old house and

the Fallen Group to us. No way! Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it.”

Sylvia didn’t react and merely twirled the ruler between her fingers indifferently. “You just said you would do

anything. Now suddenly, you can’t.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line after saying that. As if on cue, Eleven and Twelve immediately stepped forward

and grabbed Mia's shoulder, pressing her down.

“What are you trying to do?!”

Hints of fear gradually stained Mia's eyes. She shouted, “You want to scare me, don’t you?! You think I'm afraid

of you! | won't give in to you, slut!”

Sylvia's thumb stopped fiddling with the ruler. Holding it straight, she slowly approached Mia. “Isn't it fun to

curse a slut? There’s not an inch of a rich man’s sophistication in that mouth of yours. So today, I'll show you the

rules!”

“What? You want to hit me? Bitch! How dare you touch me!”

Sylvia sneered and shook her head.

This Mia was really stupid. She wasn’t perceptive at all. If she simply kept blabbing and cursing, it would only

irritate Sylvia more.

“But that's okay,’ Sylvia thought, already planning to use it for her demonstration.

“Since entering, how many curse words did you utter?”

Mia was flabbergasted.

“Who knows how much? she thought in a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

Eleven counted, “It’s five swear words in total, Miss.”

Sylvia casually raised the ruler high. “Two hits for every word. | won't hit you too much for today, so be thankful

it’s just ten.”

“No way! Why would you hit me! My mother and father have never even laid a finger on me! Who do you think

you are?”

Having only ever been pampered her whole life, she was naturally a stranger to pain. She feared it, even. She

couldn’t imagine how it would feel when the ruler hit her palm, She struggled frantically and kept screaming.

“Mom, save me! She's going to beatto death! Mom!”

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Yvonne was just as distressed, but in order for her daughter to learn her lesson and get rid of her domineering

attitude, she had no choice but to strengthen her resolve, turn her face away, and ignore Mia's plea for help.

Eventually, the bodyguards grabbed Mia’s arms and wrists and held them forward into position. She couldn't pull

back at all. Sylvia even forcibly uncurled her fingertips, exposing her palms helplessly to the air.

She was about to resher scolding, but one look from Sylvia rendered her speechless. “It's only ten strikes

for now, but if you still can’t control your mouth, then next time, I'll use the ruler to slap your mouth. Do you

want to try cursing again?”

An annoyed Sylvia could do anything.

If she truly used a ruler to slap Mia's lips, then her whole face would be ruined!

Mia swallowed the lump in her throat while biting her lip. She couldn’t dare herself to say anything anymore.

Seeing that she was much more well behaved, Sylvia also stopped beating around the bush and finally brought

the ruler down on Mia’s palm with a resounding slap.

“Ah! It hurts! Don’t hit me! Mommy, save me! She's really going to beatto death!”

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Mia trembled and shed large droplets of tears as she screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Sylvia didn’t hold back and used all of her strength. Adding to the fact that she had a strong foundation in

martial arts, Mia's palm was quick to redden

and swell

Indifferent to this, Sylvia mercilessly struck four more times.

Mia couldn't do anything else but howl to the point of hoarseness, cry into tears, and feel her arms trembling in

pain.

Having her left palm get hit five times turned it more swollen and purplish.

Yvonne could also only cry as she listened to the whistling sound of the ruler. She had to endure the urge to

intervene multiple times, and eventually retreated into the sofa and pretended very hard to be deaf.

Once done with the left hand. Sylvia then grabbed the right hand and hit five times as well.

After the punishment was over, Eleven and Twelve finally released their restraint on Mia.

It was the first tthat Mia had ever been punished with a ruler. Her calf was shaking as a result, so once she

lost her support, she couldn't hold herself up and fell to the floor directly.

On instinct, she used her hand to prevent her face from colliding with the floor. However, as soon as her palms

touched the ground, a piercing pain bloomed again that she was almost out of breath.

Yvonne quickly rushed over to help her and check the injuries on her palms.

Sylvia put a box of anti-swelling ointment on the table, but her stern expression remained unchanged. “I have all

the rules in mind, and I never turn a blind eye to those who don’t. Within seven days, I'll check if you learned

your lesson and progressed with it. And if you still haven't, you can try to challengeagain.”

Mia simply buried herself into her mother’s arms. Apart from crying, there was nothing she could really do about

i)

She could only look at Sylvia with fear and thought,

This woman is too ruthless. She's like the devil incarnate.”

Sylvia was quite satisfied with Mia’s resignation. It seemed that she also lowered her arrogance by a large

margin.

Sure enough, actions speak louder than words. Demonstrating to Mia was better than simply telling her off.

Wisdom passed down for thousands of years was really convenient to use.

She had someone put the red sandalwood ruler on the dressing table across Mia’s room so that she could see it

every day when she woke up.

After the rules were established, Sylvia asked Yvonne to sign the two real estate transfer agreements without

even as much as a glance at her and left afterward with the resounding click of her high heels.

In the past seven days, with the ruler sitting there in plain sight as a threat and a reminder, Mia had no choice

but to memorize the entire book with sincerity.

However, during the random check, there were jams and mistakes here and there, and she barely memorized

everything completely. Without hesitation, Sylvia hit her palms ten times according to the strictest standards.

Mia was both in pain and anger, yet she knew she was helpless against Sylvia. She could only cry while cradling

her swollen hands to her chest, “Huhu, you're a cold-blooded animal. You only know how to bully me. I really,

really hate you...”

Sylvia let her cry, “It seems like there is progress, at least. The words you use to curseis more civilized.

However, I'm afraid you've been swearing atin private, right?”

Mia immediately zipped her lips and stared angrily.

How could she even do that when even if it’s only the bathroom she’s going to, she still has to ask permission

from Sylvia!

And every night, she also had to routinely inform Sylvia when she wanted to go to bed. It was almost like a

bedtprayer at this point that she might as well be praying to Sylvia's entire eighteen generations of

ancestors to not get into her bad side!

Sylvia understood her expression and called all the servants in the villa. “Starting today, everyone can supervise

Mia. As lone

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Chapter 221

be rewarded for reporting to me. One thousand for each tyou do

The servants’ eyes lit up.

From that day on, no matter what she did, someone would be stalking her. Even when she was in class with the

etiquette teacher, many serveurs cto quietly observe.

One time, Mia couldn't help but scold the group of servants and swore a few times. As a result of this, many

servants happily won beamses

And without much fanfare, Sylvia simply hit her palms again.

Mia’s hands only swelled even more. For two weeks, she could not even remember the original color of her

palms.

And even when eating, she could not hold a spoon properly. Yvonne felt sorry for her daughter and spoon-fed her

secretly till Sylvia found out and stopped her.

This princess-like treatment should not be tolerated.

Although Mia felt aggrieved, she was also afraid of another round of hitting. Hence, she actually learned to think

carefully before speaking our lond And as the days passed, the number of times she got hit gradually lessened.

Fourth of December.

Frant City ushered in the first heavy snow of winter, covering the entire city in a hazy white layer.

Sylvia was wrapped in a white fox and mink for coat and matched with a dark lace dress. It locked exquisite and

curious on her, but it also gave off a solemn aura.

She cut a few beautiful red plums and went to the cemetery to visit Edgar.

His tombstone was covered with snow. Sylvia patiently dusted the snow off and spoke with gentle eyes.

“Edgar, | didn’t expect that the first snow in Frant City would be the day of your burial last month. These two

days have been really cold. | don’t know if it will be cold on your side too. I'll let Eleven and the others burn coats

for you. How many would y

Frant City ushered in the first heavy snow of winter, covering the entire city in a hazy white layer.

Sylvia was wrapped in a white fox and mink for coat and matched with a dark lace dress. It locked exquisite and

curious on her, but it also gave off a solemn aura.

She cut a few beautiful red plums and went to the cemetery to visit Edgar.

His tombstone was covered with snow. Sylvia patiently dusted the snow off and spoke with gentle eyes.

“Edgar, | didn’t expect that the first snow in Frant City would be the day of your burial last month. These two

days have been really cold. | don’t know if it will be cold on your side too. I'll let Eleven and the others burn coats

for you. How many would you like?”