Chapter 632
The driver didn’t care about her hysterical screaming.
He worked directly under Rex, which meant he had far fewer moral boundaries than the people employed by Laurel or Jesse.
Rex’s entire philosophy in life boiled down to a single principle: as long as he got his way, nothing else mattered.
The driver executed this philosophy perfectly. He didn’t panic; he simply hit the
brakes and smoothly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Within seconds, three or four cars behind them pulled over in perfect
synchronization, boxing them in.
Marcia realized with a sickening jolt that Rex hadn’t just sent one man to escort her.
He had systematically cut off every possible escape route.
Even if she fought this driver to the death, she wasn’t getting out of here.
Catching the pure terror on her face, the driver spoke with maddening slowness. “Ms. Carson, if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to call Wyatt to come pick you up himself.”
“You should know exactly what kind of man he is. Logically speaking, marrying into his family is a massive step up for you. If you keep acting this difficult and acting like you’re too good for him, I can guarantee your life is going to be a living hell once he finds out…”
“I’ll go!”
Just the thought of Wyatt’s sadistic rage made the hair on Marcia’s arms stand up. She bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood.
Closing her eyes in defeat, her breaths came out in shaky, ragged gasps. It took her
a long time to finally force the words out. “I’ll go.”
After all, she was carrying Wyatt’s baby.
He wouldn’t dare do anything reckless before the child was born…
This baby was her ultimate shield.
The Crest family was undeniably one of the most prominent, wealthy names in Vistapeak City. Their ancestral estate sat on some of the most expensive real estate in the city.
Wyatt wasn’t married, and since he was just an illegitimate son, it made sense that he was clinging to the main estate, banking on whatever lingering affection his grandparents had for him to secure a bigger piece of the inheritance.
When they arrived at the Crest Estate, Marcia looked out at the opulent, sprawling European-style mansion. For a fleeting second, the crippling anxiety in her chest vanished.
In some ways, the Crests were just as powerful as the Atwaters.
The only downside was that Wyatt wasn’t the sole heir, and his face was horribly disfigured by burn scars.
Still, at least Wyatt wasn’t like Frank, who was completely obsessed with that bitch, Elissa.
As long as she played her cards right and kept Wyatt happy, she’d still have the power to make Elissa’s life a living nightmare…
Just as she steadied her thoughts, a massive entourage spilled out of the mansion to greet her.
At the forefront was a beaming Wyatt.
He had spent the last few days begging his father to formally propose to the Wilkinsons on his behalf, but his stepmother had blocked him at every turn.
It was exactly what you’d expect.
Why would his stepmother ever allow an illegitimate son to bring home a wife whose status outranked her own biological sons’ wives?
He never expected Rex to call him out of the blue, announcing they were personally delivering his bride.
His stepmother’s face had drained of color on the spot, but his father had been ecstatic. He’d ordered the entire household to prepare a lavish welcome for their prestigious new daughter-in-law.
Wyatt strode out confidently, but when he saw Marcia standing alone by the car, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Something felt off.
f.n
However, keeping her supposed status as the Wilkinson family’s fifth daughter in mind, he exchanged a quick look with his father before approaching her. “Marcia,” he said, dripping with fake affection, Cald M and Mrs. Wilkinson give you a hard time because they found out you were carrying my baby?”
The Crest family simply assumed the Wilkinsons were furious about the pregnancy
out of wedlock and had dumped her here in a fit of rage.
They had only met twice, and he was already talking to her like they were star- crossed lovers. It made her sick.
A wave of revulsion washed over Marcia. She instinctively wanted to step back but forced herself to stand still. “Yeah,” she answered coldly.
She just didn’t have the stomach to play the submissive game the way she had planned.
Waking up to Wyatt’s mangled face in the middle of the night was going to feel like living in a waking nightmare.
Wyatt only cared about her status;
her attitude meant absolutely
nothing to him. Ignoring her obvious
disgust, he grabbed her hand and paraded her forward Grandpa Grandma, Dad, Mom-this is the
Wilkinson family’s fifth daughter, Marcia.”
The expressions on the faces of the Crest family members standing behind Wyatt
were a complicated mix of emotions.
They all assumed this Wilkinson heiress was going to strut into their home and demand to be treated like royalty.
And they had no choice but to cater to her every whim!
Sheila, who couldn’t even bother to
play nice with her own
daughters-in-law, wasn’t about to swallow her pride. She crossed her arms and sneered, “Miss
you’ve been back with Wilkinson
your family for days now. Why haven’t you changed your last name back?”
Marcia’s face tightened. The car she had arrived in hadn’t left yet.
She knew Rex’s men wouldn’t let her keep parading around under their family’s
name.
Unsure if the driver had heard Sheila’s mocking question, she scrambled to change the subject. “—”
“Mrs. Crest,”
The car that had just started to turn around suddenly stopped. The window rolled down, and the driver spoke, acting as if he didn’t notice the blood draining from Marcia’s face. “The Wilkinson family only has one fifth daughter.”
He paused, shooting a dead-eyed stare at Marcia. “And this Ms. Carson is an impostor.”