I Married the President-Chapter 47: So Brazen for a Mistress
She was already twenty-two, yet her father still hit her like this...
Did he really think she wouldn’t fight back?
A flicker of disgust crossed Claire Sinclair’s eyes. She slapped her father’s hand away and stated blankly, "Dad, that’s enough. I was the one Logan Linden tried to drug and rape. I was the one who had him thrown in prison. If you want him out, the only way is to get on my good side."
She paused, her clear eyes sweeping over her father’s stunned face. "Especially you, Dad. Slap me again. I dare you. I’ll immediately call Quincy Manor and have them press more charges against Logan. Let’s see who goes down first: me, beaten to death by you, or Logan, destroyed by me."
Peter Sinclair was rendered speechless.
Melanie Sinclair lunged forward like a madwoman, ready to strike, but the memory of Claire’s warning stopped her. She resorted to words instead of violence.
"Claire Sinclair, so it was you who had Brother Linden locked up! You vicious woman! Brother Linden was so good to you, why would you do this? Why!"
"Heh..." A merciless smile touched Claire’s lips. "You and he were sneaking around behind my back for two years. How many times did you sleep together? Did you think I knew nothing?"
Melanie retorted matter-of-factly, "So what if you knew? The one Brother Linden loves is me! You were the one shamelessly clinging to him. He wasn’t happy with you at all!"
"To be the other woman and still be this arrogant... you’re truly cut from the same cloth as your mother," Claire sneered.
Before Mrs. Lowell married her father, she had been the mistress of a wealthy tycoon. Melanie was Mrs. Lowell’s illegitimate daughter from that affair.
When the tycoon’s wife found out, she had the mother and daughter unceremoniously kicked out. With nowhere else to turn, she married Claire’s alcoholic father.
The marriage became the butt of many neighborhood jokes back then, but her father, consumed by his drinking, paid no mind.
Mrs. Lowell and her daughter, however, bullied Claire daily. To protect her, her older sister had resolutely taken her to try out for a training camp.
But Claire, due to her poor health, failed the selection. Her sister, however, was gloriously accepted.
Luckily, Claire was already eighteen by then and knew how to protect herself. To keep her sister from worrying, she always reported only the good news and never the bad in her letters.
She never dared to tell her sister that Melanie had taken over their room. She never dared to tell her that she was forced to do all the chores and would be beaten if she didn’t. She never dared to tell her sister how unhappy she was at home every single day...
There were so many things she didn’t dare to tell her sister.
For years, she had endured an inhuman existence. And it was that damn scumbag, Logan Linden, who had ironically given her the courage to move out.
But then it was that damned bitch, Melanie Sinclair, who had snatched him away.
And it was that same scumbag Logan who had so cruelly deceived her.
She was furious... How could she be the one to run into every awful thing imaginable!
Why couldn’t she be like her sister, free to do what she loved, to even sacrifice herself for a greater cause?
Instead, she had to live so pathetically, and now she had to be her sister’s substitute, marrying the man she’d always looked up to...
A person like her... what right did she have to marry Adrian Quincy?
Claire grew lost in her thoughts, completely tuning out the enraged curses of Mrs. Lowell and her daughter.
"You damn bitch, you think you’re so great just because you know people from Quincy Manor!"
"For a lowly slut like you, being raped by Brother Linden would have been a blessing!"
"Shameless!"
"Useless trash..."
Claire didn’t register what else Mrs. Lowell and her daughter screamed at her, or what her father added. But it was a small mercy that they no longer dared to touch her.
