Who Is the Real Daughter of Marshalls

Wyatt Evans spent eight years consumed by his obsession for me, his greatest love—an unattainable desire he could never truly possess.

To make me his, he didn’t hesitate to use my adoptive parents as pawns in his twisted game, driving them to depression and, eventually, to their deaths. When that wasn’t enough, he locked me away like a prized possession in a grand manor on the outskirts of the city, isolated from the world.

Until a woman who looked just enough like me to satisfy his obsession entered the picture. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief.

Since then, he began catering to the substitute's every whim. However, one day, that woman, emboldened by his favor, suddenly stormed into the manor. She claimed she was going to be Wyatt's wife, screeching about "beating the mistress and defending the wife." She hurled insults at me and even physically assaulted me.

To make matters worse, I was stripped and humiliated live on the internet through her phone! She even beat me to the point of causing a miscarriage!

And in times like this, the man who once cherished me completely changed. He threw a pile of money in my face and sneered, "Hart, is this enough for you to get lost?!"

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Later, I found out that Wyatt thought he had found a wealthier young lady who resembled me to take my place. What he didn’t realize was that his substitute was merely the daughter of our housemaid.

For eight long years, Wyatt Evans had been obsessed with me. He sacrificed everything—the Evans family fortune, his business empire—all for a chance to win my heart.

But when I refused his twisted affection, he used my parents and family to threaten me, leading them to their tragic end. After that, Wyatt locked me away in a sprawling, luxurious prison on the outskirts of his estate—a gilded cage disguised as a manor. His men kept watch, ensuring I could never escape. Night after night, I cried myself to sleep, knowing I was nothing more than his caged canary—a prized possession he could never truly have.

His obsession never wavered, no matter how cold I was, no matter how much I recoiled from his touch. He sought me out, over and over again, like a moth drawn to the flame, never tiring of the chase. It went on for nearly two years.

Until recently, Wyatt seemed to have met a woman named Yvonne Marshall, who bore a seven or eight out of ten resemblance to me. Rumor had it she was the daughter of a wealthy family.

For the first time in years, I felt a flicker of relief. Maybe he would finally leave me alone.

For a brief moment, I felt a false sense of relief, but then the family doctor, who visited regularly, suddenly discovered that I was pregnant.

I didn't know how to feel. With that occupying my mind, I had only managed to eat a simple lunch, after which I planned to return to my room to rest.

But as I passed the kitchen, I overheard some whispered conversations.

“Isn't this the manor we're staying in? Who’s this woman causing a scene? Why come all the way out here?"

“Look at her banner—what does it say? ‘Down with the mistress, defend the wife’? We have so many maids here—who's shameless enough to become a mistress?”

“Yeah, we’d better suppress this matter quickly, or if Sir Wyatt finds out, we’ll all be in trouble.”

The maids were gossiping while cleaning up, their voices carrying just enough for me to catch the tension in their words. My curiosity piqued, I walked toward them, absently rubbing my belly as I approached. The phone on the counter was playing a live stream, and I couldn’t help but glance at the screen.

“What’s going on? Is there a commotion outside?” I asked, now looking at our maids.

“Ma'am,” awkwardly greeted our maids, who had been chattering but suddenly fell silent.

I said nothing and gazed back at the phone still playing the live stream.

“You shameless woman! Seducing my boyfriend and even living in such a big manor? Are you just desperate to steal someone else's man and become his mistress?”

A sharp, vulgar voice came from the phone, followed by a chorus of enraged women cheering in support, which made my blood boil.

"That's right! We’ve stood by our men through thick and thin, and we won’t let these tramps take what’s ours! Let’s help Yvonne show her who’s boss! Let’s beat the mistress until she learns her lesson!"

“Down with the mistress! Defend the wife!”

“Down with the mistress! Defend the wife!”

Watching the group of enraged women in the live stream, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of righteous indignation.

The chat was flooded with angry comments, cursing the mistress and her entire family, their hatred so intense it sent shivers down my spine.

Sighing, I turned back to the maids standing nearby. Feeling a bit sympathetic for the poor woman being attacked, I decided to speak up.

“Find out which person in the manor is involved with this woman’s boyfriend," I instructed coldly. "When you find her, hand her over to that woman to deal with.”

As such, I gently rubbed my belly, not wanting the situation to escalate, and was about to head off to rest.

But before I could leave, the air was split by a blood-curdling scream from the front gate. I frowned, barely having time to react before the glass door was shattered by a group of women.

The next moment, a heavy phone was hurled at my forehead, followed by the frantic screams of the crowd around me. “You shameless woman! Seducing my boyfriend—do you think you can get away with it? You deserve to die!”