Sophia Delaney was found passed out drunk downtown, nearly assaulted by strangers.She had nowhere to go, so I kindly let her stay for one night.

After waking up, she fell in love with my villa.

"This villa shouldn't cost much, right? Look at the decoration and furniture. I like it very much. Sister-in-law, please give this villa to me."

My husband also chimed in:

"Sophia is like my own sister. She rarely asks for anything. Just agree to her request."

This coastal villa was my pre-marital asset. I had devoted my heart and soul to every detail of it. I refused without a second thought.

But unexpectedly, that afternoon, my husband directly handed me a gratuitous donation agreement.

Let me give this villa to my adopted sister Sophia for free.

"You have plenty of money anyway, and you don't need one or two sets. If Sophia likes it, just give it to her. What's wrong with that?"

I was so angry that I laughed.

How thick-skinned does he have to be to be able to say such things as a matter of course?

"Lucas Rossi, forget it. I won't give this villa away even if I sell it."

I'm telling you, tell him to send his adopted sister away as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly I heard them having a secret conversation in the study.

"Brother, my sister-in-law is too stingy. Why don't you give her some medicine, use her finger to make a fingerprint, and sign a free donation agreement..."

Lucas actually agreed readily.

I clenched my fists and dialed the number that would make Portcove tremble:

"Dad, someone is plotting against your daughter. Can you bear it?"

……

My dad was so angry that he stood up and slammed the table.

"What? Who is so blind that he doesn't even take our Vanderbilt family seriously and dares to bully Don Vincenzo's daughter?"

My father, Don Vincenzo, is an authority in Portcove.

Just a stomp of his feet could make Portcove City tremble.

His methods and reputation are feared by people in the underworld.

But in recent years, he has become a daughter's slave, focusing all his energy on me and has become a lot more low-key.

I smiled and said, "Dad, don't get excited, it's not a big deal."

"Just find one of your mafia associates and have him listen to my instructions and help me put on a show in a couple of days."

My father responded in a gentle tone and agreed immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Lucas had already walked out of the study with a glass of my favorite mango juice in his hand.

"Wife, I just squeezed it for you, drink it while it's fresh."

A sneer appeared on the corner of my lips. If I guessed correctly, there must be something fishy going on.

"Thank you so much."

I took it with a smile, pretending that I didn't hold it firmly, and the cup fell to the ground with a thud.

In an instant the cup broke into pieces.

"you……"

Lucas looked a little embarrassed, but he tried hard not to lose his temper.

"Sylvia Vanderbilt, did you do this on purpose?"

"I worked so hard to squeeze fresh mango juice for you, I don't believe you can't hold it."

I didn't say anything and Sophia ran out in her super short pajamas.

"It's okay, brother. I'll go make another cup for my sister-in-law."

I recognized her immediately; she was wearing the same necklace that I had seen on my dressing table.

As she turned around, she winked at Lucas, who concealed his impatience and softened his tone.

"Wife, it's a rare opportunity for Sophia to stay at our house, why are you looking at her so coldly?"

"Don't think I don't know. Ever since Sophia told you about the villa you wanted, your expression suddenly changed."

"Didn't we say we are a family? All the property belongs to each other, why are you so stingy?"

I didn't respond, but stood up and stared at him coldly.

"Didn't I tell you to send Sophia away yesterday? It's been three days, why is she still here?"

"I told her not to even think about buying this villa. I can't possibly give it to her."

The smile on Lucas' face froze instantly.

"Sylvia, when did you become so petty?"

"Didn't I tell you? It's a rare occasion for Sophia to speak up. As her sister-in-law, you're giving her a villa as a dowry. What's wrong with that?"

I was almost laughing out of anger.

"You don't make any money, do you know how many hundreds of millions this villa is worth?"

Lucas looked nonchalant.

"How expensive can it be? It's just a house."

"Besides, isn't your Vanderbilt family a well-known top wealthy family in Portcove? Why do you care about these two villas?"

"Don't say such things. You're embarrassing your father out there."

I was so angry that my chest heaved, and suddenly I doubted whether I was blind and how could I fall in love with such a person.

My husband Lucas is a gold-digger. I didn’t mention marrying into the family because I took his dignity as a man into consideration.

After getting married, he moved directly into my villa. He only knew that my family was rich, but he didn’t know how rich we were.

Now that he has been living a good life for so long, even he has forgotten who he is.

At first, I thought he was honest, steady and a reliable person.

I gave up the wealthy marriage my father suggested.

I chose this thing.

Now I am extremely disappointed.

Faced with Lucas's repeated questioning, my face turned cold.

"I hope this is the last time I discuss this with you. This villa cannot be given away unless we get divorced."

Lucas agreed with a twinkle in his eyes, but when he went to take a shower, I saw his cell phone.

The above is the message he secretly sent to Sophia.

"The plan failed. Sylvia seemed to have noticed something wrong with the glass of juice. She doesn't want to give up the villa. Let's just forget it."

After a while, Sophia ran into his room barefoot in her lace pajamas, shaking his arm and acting coquettishly.

"Brother, didn't you say you loved me the most? I just had my eyes on this villa, why is sister-in-law so stingy?"

"As long as you can help me get it, I will do anything you ask me to do. And this villa will be your dowry to me, okay?"

Lucas' cheeks were red, "Sophia, I promised you that I would give you whatever you wanted."

"So since you like this villa, I will definitely find a way to get it for you."

I'm too lazy to read on.

I'm too lazy to care about what the relationship between him and his adopted sister is.

Just call the lawyer and say, "Help me draw up a divorce agreement."

Then wait for news.

Aren't they planning to take over my villa? Then I'll tell them to pack up and get out.

But one day when I came home from shopping, I found that my cat Whisky had disappeared.

I asked the nanny and bodyguard to help me look for it for half a day, and finally we found it wet in the bathroom.

It was soaked all over and its body became cold.

Dead.

Whisky has been with me for five whole years. I can't believe it.

I checked all the surveillance cameras at home, but unexpectedly found that they were all broken.

Seeing my cold and grief-stricken face, Lucas ran to me with a terrified look on his face.

"Honey, it seems like there was a thief in this villa. When we came back, something happened to Whisky. What should we do? Should we move out?"

I slowly turned my head to look at him.

Lucas is such a bad actor.

If it weren't for his pointed words, I might have thought Whisky's death was really an accident.

But now my gaze gradually turned cold.

"Lucas, I told you that whiskey is my bottom line. Anyone who dares to touch whiskey will not end well."

Lucas was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and stared at me in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Honey, you don't think I drowned Whisky, do you?"

Lucas forced a few tears out.

"God knows what's going on. Whisky is a kitten that we both raised together. He's like my own child. How could I be so cruel?"

He looked at me with red eyes, "Even if I'm a gold-digger, you can't blame me for everything, right?"

Even raised his hands and swore to the sky.

"If Whisky really died because of me, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"

I just felt my heart go cold and I sat on the sofa holding Whisky's body without saying a word.

I want to see what tricks he is playing.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Lucas invited a fortune teller from outside the villa.

"Wife, I just saw this master standing at the door and watching. Seeing his immortal appearance, I let him in."

The fortune teller stroked his beard and looked around my villa.

As expected, he looked serious and made a pretentious evaluation.

"Sylvia, your villa is unlucky and has bad feng shui. There will be a bloody disaster in the near future."

I lowered my head and smiled, pretending to cooperate and asked:

"Oh? Master, how do you think that should be resolved?"

The fortune teller immediately followed my words and said, "We need to get rid of this villa as soon as possible, or give it away, preferably to a blessed woman so that the problem can be easily resolved."

Before I could ask, his eyes fell on Sophia who was standing nearby.

"This blessed woman is far away in the sky and yet close at hand."

"Sylvia must take this seriously. After all, money is only a thing outside of one's body. Only by giving away this villa can the disaster be resolved."

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. Even a blind person could see what they were planning.

"Master, since you are so powerful, I wonder if you have calculated what disasters you have encountered recently?"

The fortune teller was stunned and pointed at himself, "Me? What disaster can I have?"

"You are so powerful, didn't you expect that you would suffer a bloody disaster?"

I clapped my hands and gave orders to the bodyguard with a cold face.

"He's a swindler. Drag him out, beat him up, and call the police."

Soon, the fortune teller's screams were heard outside the yard.

Lucas was furious. "Sylvia, how can you be so arrogant? He's a fortune teller with a third eye. How can you just hit him like that? Are you going to die?"

I turned around and stared at him coldly.

"Lucas, do you remember what my biggest intolerance is?"

Lucas' face turned pale, and he hesitated to speak: "It's... cheating."

"The thing you can't tolerate the most is being cheated, but honey, I didn't lie to you."

I sneered, "You know it well."

I was too lazy to argue with him anymore, but unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the second floor, Sophia blocked my way.

Sophia deliberately showed off a handful of cat hair to me.

"Sister-in-law, your cat is dead anyway, and I thought the cat fur was pretty nice, so I made a pair of fur socks. It will keep you warm in winter."

Sophia deliberately took the socks made of Whisky's cat hair and waved them in front of me to show off.