Assaulted by My Father's Mistress, So I Fired Them Both

"Stop right there! Why are you driving our CEO's car?" A woman in a black business suit stood in front of me, her expression sharp and suspicious, as if she'd just caught me stealing.

"This is my dad's car," I explained. "I'm his daughter, Sophia Brown. I just came back from Switzerland to accompany a friend to an auction."

She suddenly stepped forward, blocking my way. "Your dad? I'm Amelia Martinez. I've been William's personal secretary for three whole years. I manage his schedule, his assets, and even his private life. And trust me—I would know if he had a daughter. He's never mentioned you!"

True, I'd been at boarding school in Switzerland for three years and only returned in secret yesterday. I hadn't had time to notify my dad yet.

I was about to explain again, but Amelia said, "Security has already called the police, reporting a car theft!"

"What?!" I laughed in disbelief and pushed the door open to get out. "Are you crazy? If you don't believe me, I'll call him right now."

I dialed my dad's number, which I hadn't contacted in a long time.

"Who is it?" There were sounds of clinking glasses and women's flirtatious laughter on the other end.

"Dad! It's me!" I shouted urgently. "I'm at the company parking garage. Your secretary stopped me!"

Dad let out a low laugh tinged with lust: "Oh baby... you're getting into character so quickly?"

I froze. "What? Dad, I'm—"

"Shh..." His voice suddenly dropped, "Didn't I tell you to strip naked and wait for me in bed? What, is your little mouth down there so eager to eat Daddy?"

"Wait for me. Tonight, Daddy's going to spread your legs wide open and inspect you thoroughly... to see if you're already dripping wet down there. Make sure you wash those folds clean for me. If I smell anything off, or if you're not wet enough, I'm going to punish you hard with my cock..."

Amelia snatched my phone and smashed it on the ground. "So it's you, you shameless slut!"

"This is also you, isn't it?"

She pulled out her own phone and showed me some photos.

I instinctively glanced at them—

The photos had a dim, suggestive background. Though the face wasn't clear, the woman in the photos was straddling my dad's lap, her back arched seductively, completely naked.

The most jarring was a close-up shot:

Dad's large hand was roughly spreading the woman's thighs apart, his fingers playing freely in that muddy private area, while the woman threw her head back with an expression of obscene pleasure.

"You're crazy! That's not me at all!" My face burned hot with shame and anger. "I really am his daughter! As Dad's secretary, you can totally check his family records!"

She grabbed my wrist, her nails nearly digging into my flesh. "Still calling him Dad? Guess you really get a kick out of this father-daughter act."

"Does the whole illegitimate daughter thing make you both more excited in bed?" Her gaze seemed to burn holes through me. "Calling him Daddy while moaning under him... He must be hooked on your slutty act, right?"

"I didn't! I really am his daughter—"

"Shut up! I've seen enough trash like you!"

Amelia abruptly let go of my hand and turned to bark at the two security guards who had been standing by. "Take this car thief and homewrecker to the basement!"

Two burly security guards immediately surrounded me, roughly grabbing my arms from both sides.

"Behave yourself!" Their hands inappropriately tightened around my body.

No matter how I explained, in their eyes, I was just a shameless mistress playing forbidden games with the boss.

Even Dad's affectionate "baby" had now become damning evidence.

They dragged me like I was nothing, hauling me down to the cold, damp basement and forcing me onto a metal chair.

Bang!

The heavy iron door slammed shut, completely cutting off the last bit of light.

In the darkness, there was only my rapid breathing and a boundless sense of humiliation.