After Being Beaten as a Mistress, the Rich Family Collapses

I was born with the gift of prophecy. Whatever I say comes true.

When I first learned to speak, I babbled that my dad would become rich. That night, he won the lottery jackpot of $100 million.

When I was six, I said our neighbor's missing grandson would return home safely. The next day, he was found dirty but unharmed at the town entrance.

At eighteen, I commented online that the nearly bankrupt Chen Corporation would make a comeback against all odds. Sure enough, two weeks later, their stock prices skyrocketed, returning them to their former glory!

Because of my gift, I became an honored guest of the Harrison family. But as soon as I stepped into their mansion, someone grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the floor.

"You slut! It's not enough that you seduced my fiancé outside, now you're throwing yourself at him in his own home? You must have a death wish!" a shrill voice accused.

Wrongly accused, I tried to explain, but they were convinced I was the other woman and began beating me mercilessly.

As my bracelet shattered with a crisp sound, I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

What they didn't know was that besides my gift of prophecy, I also bore the curse of misfortune.

Whoever made me bleed would be plagued by bad luck. It seemed the Harrison family was destined for a complete downfall.

1

"Miss Sullivan, please have a seat. The head of the family is on his way back from the office," Mrs. Wilson, the housekeeper, said with a respectful smile.

"He'll be here any minute now."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Alright, no need to fuss."

I was born with the gift of prophecy. Whatever I say comes true.

Mr. Harrison was initially skeptical about my abilities.

Two years ago, he tested me by asking about their stocks. I simply said they would rise.

That very night, their stock prices soared.

The Harrison family, once on the brink of collapse, managed to stay afloat for two more years thanks to my single statement.

Since then, Mr. Harrison knew I was the one he had been looking for.

To get me to use my gift again, he pulled out all the stops.

He even offered to make me an honored guest of the Harrison family, with a promise of lifelong respect and care. Only then did I reluctantly agree.

After Mrs. Wilson settled me in, she went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit.

The other servants treated me with utmost respect, their eyes filled with reverence.

As I sat on the couch waiting for Mr. Harrison to return, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my scalp.

I frowned and turned around, only to have a glass smash against my head, leaving me bloody and dazed.

Clutching my forehead, I saw Vanessa Chen's twisted face through the haze of blood.

Seeing me injured, the two nearby servants immediately panicked.

"Miss Sullivan is our master's honored guest. Who are you?" one of them demanded.

Vanessa gritted her teeth. "Don't you dare touch me. I'm your young master's girlfriend!"

"You shameless hussy, how dare you seduce ...