A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel 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."

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