Chapter 633
Sheila practically vibrated with malicious joy. Feigning shock, she covered her mouth and looked at her husband, Arthur. “Oh my, Arthur… what on earth do we do now?”
Wyatt’s face went rigid. Without so much as a glance at Marcia, he stared wildly at the driver. “What are you saying? She’s not a Wilkinson? If that’s the truth, please tell Rex that I… I only ever wanted to marry the real Wilkinson daughter…”
“Wyatt,”
The driver flashed a hollow, menacing smile. “I strongly suggest you make sure my boss never hears you say that. He has a hell of a temper. I’d hate to see him end your life.”
With that, he hit the gas, ready to pull away.
Wyatt couldn’t let him leave. Completely ignoring the mocking glares from his family, he lunged forward and gripped the car door. His voice cracked with sheer desperation. “Please, you have to tell him! I can’t marry Marcia!”
If he actually married Marcia, his life was over.
She had zero family backing and absolutely no redeeming qualities or intelligence.
She wouldn’t just be useless to him-she would be a permanent anchor dragging him down!
The driver tapped the brakes and gave him a lazy, indifferent look. “This order came directly from Miss Wilkinson. If you have a problem with it, take it up with her.”
Wyatt froze as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Take it up with Laurel?
Laurel and Jesse were a thousand times more terrifying than Rex, who at least wore his viciousness on his sleeve.
They operated with strict rules and boundaries, but cross them, and they’d destroy you without leaving a single drop of blood behind.
Wyatt’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed his pride and accepted his fate. “I… understand.”
The driver didn’t say another word. The car tore down the driveway, and the backup vehicles quickly fell into line, disappearing into the night.
The sprawling courtyard was suddenly deathly quiet, leaving only Marcia and the Crest family.
When Wyatt finally turned his dark, predatory gaze on her, Marcia couldn’t stop the violent shiver that ripped through her body.
Even though she thought she was prepared, the reality of him was terrifying.
The burn scars on his face were extensive, pulling the skin tight and severely warping the corner of his eye.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the humiliation, Sheila sighed dramatically before pasting on a sickly-sweet smile. “Well, Wyatt, even though she’s a complete fraud with a trash-tier background, and she’s divorced—making her a million miles beneath your sisters-in-law-she is carrying your child. And you did spend the last week begging to marry her! Since Miss Wilkinson herself gave the order, I can’t exactly stand in the way. So… congratulations on finally getting exactly what you wanted!”
Her words were like daggers twisted straight into his ego.
Every syllable screamed: *Look at the absolute trash you fought so hard to drag into our home.*
But Wyatt had no choice. He forced a sickeningly polite smile. “Thank you, Mom.”
Sheila pressed her advantage. “Since she’s officially your wife, I’ll have the staff clean up your place tomorrow. You can take… whatever her name is, and move out in a few days.”
Wyatt panicked. “Mom, I want to stay here and spend more time with Grandpa and Grandma…”
“Why would your grandparents need you hovering around right after your wedding? Sheila scolded with fake sweetness. “Newlyweds shouldn’t be cooped up with old people. You need your privacy, Your main priority now is taking care of your lovely wife and the baby.”
There was no way Wyatt was agreeing to this.
If he moved out now, trying to claw his way back into the main estate later would be impossible.
He looked desperately at Old Mrs.
Crest, but before he could get a word out, Arthur barked, “Do you have a problem with your mother’s arrangements? Look at the humiliating mess you’ve made!
Haven’t you embarrassed us
enough? The second the staff finishes cleaning tomorrow, you’re
packing your things and getting out
of here!”
“Arthur, don’t be so hard on the boy,” Sheila said, playing the peacemaker before waving dismissively at the rest of the family. “Alright, alright, it’s freezing out here. Let’s head inside and get some rest.”
The rest of the family had enjoyed the show and were more than happy to call it a night.
Even Old Mr. and Mrs. Crest didn’t offer a word of defense as they turned and walked away.
Sheila lingered for just a second, dropping her gaze to Marcia’s stomach with pure, unadulterated disgust. She turned to Wyatt. “The second that child is born, get a paternity test.”
“We might not be the Wilkinsons or the Murphys, but we don’t just let any stray mutt into our home.”
Pulling her shawl tighter, she dropped the fake smile entirely and walked inside, leaving them behind.
Now, it was just Marcia and Wyatt.
He had been brutally humiliated in front of his entire family and practically exiled from his home by his stepmother.
There was no way Wyatt was just going to swallow that kind of rage.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes locking onto Marcia, who was still trying to maintain her distance. “Why the hell are you standing so far away? Are you terrified of me, or do you just think I’m beneath you?”
“I-I don’t…”
“Then get your ass over here!”
Wyatt seized her by the wrist, dragging her roughly through the front doors, and up the sweeping staircase. The second the bedroom door stammed shut, he let out a dark, mocking laugh. “Weren’t you desperate to marry into money? What are you so afraid of? I’m still a Crest. How exactly did you seduce Frank Atwater? Come on. Let’s see you try it on me.”
Marcia was backed flush against the wall, shaking uncontrollably. “I… I never seduced him. And I’m pregnant…”
Her pregnancy had been high-risk from the start. She had already experienced spotting on multiple occasions.
But because she had never actually intended to keep the baby, she hadn’t taken the doctor’s warnings seriously.
Now, this unborn child was the only leverage she had left. Unfortunately for her, Wyatt was a man with absolutely zero boundaries. He leaned
in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Perfect. Let’s see if you can take it.”