Who Is the Real Daughter of Marshalls

The world around me spiraled into chaos the moment that phone struck my head. I barely had time to process the shock before a group of furious women burst through the shattered glass, their faces twisted with rage. The leader—a stranger with fire in her eyes—strode towards me, her hand swinging wide. Before I could defend myself, her slap landed with a brutal crack against my cheek.

"You're Hart Young, aren't you?! You filthy homewrecker! When did you start seducing my boyfriend?!"

The slap was delivered with full force, and before I could recover from the pain of being hit by the phone, I was struck again, causing me to be stunned and unable to speak.

"Not gonna talk, huh?! Playing dumb?! Let's see how long you can keep up with this act!" the woman shouted before raising her hand again, slapping the other side of my face. Her voice pierced the air, Her voice pierced the air, "You, bitch! Ladies, it's her, the one who seduced my boyfriend! I'll beat this tramp to death!"

"Yeah! Beat her! That shameless mistress! Seducing someone else's boyfriend and even clinging to him to live in such a big, beautiful manor!" The angry voices of the surrounding women echoed. I hadn’t even grasped what was happening, only feeling the fire in my heart flare up.

In a flash, I grabbed the stranger’s hand before it could land on my face again and snapped, "You've got the wrong person! I’ve never seduced anyone’s boyfriend, I don’t even know who you are!"

I angrily refuted, looking up at the unfamiliar woman in front of me. But as she studied my face, she froze for a brief moment, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Then, without warning, she lunged at me, yanking my hair so violently that my head slammed against the wall with a sickening thud.

"You shameless tramp!" she hissed, pulling me closer. "You even got plastic surgery to look like me just to seduce Wyatt!"

"Ladies, look at this! This shameless mistress actually got plastic surgery to look like me, trying to imitate me and seduce my boyfriend!" she even announced loudly.

As her voice fell, gasps of shock rippled through the mob. And that’s when it hit me—this woman was Yvonne Marshall, Wyatt's new obsession. The one who supposedly resembled me. The one the maids whispered about.

I tried to break free, clutching my stomach as I fought her grip, but the force of my head hitting the wall left me dizzy, my vision swimming in and out of focus.

"Yvonne! Are you crazy?! I’m Wyatt’s legal wife!" I finally shouted, mustering enough strength to slap her hand away from my hair. The pain made me scream, the cool air on my scalp revealing how much hair she had torn out.

"Wyatt’s legal wife?! You?" Yvonne’s laughter was sharp and deranged, echoing like nails on glass. "Hart, you are truly delusional. Who do you think you are to call yourself his wife?"

Her eyes darkened with venom, her lips curling into a smirk. "I am the woman Wyatt has always loved. You? You’re nothing. Do you really think that just because you went under the knife to look like me, you could ever replace me? Wyatt’s been with me from the very beginning. You’re just a pathetic stand-in, a mistress trying to play house," Yvonne spat venomously, her expression growing more twisted by the second.

"But let me make something clear," she continued, her voice cold and sharp. "I’m about to marry Wyatt. Soon, I’ll be the real Mrs. Evans. You? You’re just a gold-digging tramp, trying to claw your way into a life that was never yours. Today, I’m going to teach you what happens to whores who try to steal what’s mine."