She Called Me Daddy's Mistress
534 Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
I won the championship at the sailing regatta, only to watch my arch-rival smash my trophy into a thousand pieces.
"Sienna's nothing but a homewrecker! She doesn't deserve squat!"
Cindy—my defeated opponent—stood there in front of the entire school, accusing me of sleeping my way to the top. According to her, I'd seduced some sponsor to steal the win.
"Are you out of your damn mind? You lost. Deal with it!"
"Lost? Oh honey, that's rich coming from someone who cheated her way to the finish line!"
I almost laughed at her pathetic meltdown—until she whipped out a photo of me on a yacht.
"Take a good look, bitch! That's my father you were screwing!"
The woman in the picture? Definitely me.
The man beside me? She just called him "dad."
What. The. Fuck.
Since when do I have a goddamn half-sister?
"Sienna's nothing but a homewrecker! She doesn't deserve squat!"
Cindy—my defeated opponent—stood there in front of the entire school, accusing me of sleeping my way to the top. According to her, I'd seduced some sponsor to steal the win.
"Are you out of your damn mind? You lost. Deal with it!"
"Lost? Oh honey, that's rich coming from someone who cheated her way to the finish line!"
I almost laughed at her pathetic meltdown—until she whipped out a photo of me on a yacht.
"Take a good look, bitch! That's my father you were screwing!"
The woman in the picture? Definitely me.
The man beside me? She just called him "dad."
What. The. Fuck.
Since when do I have a goddamn half-sister?















































