When a Cuckoo in the Nest Meets My Possessive Fiancé

My fiancé was obsessively possessive. I was the newly found real daughter. To make sure I couldn’t leave him, he had thugs assault me in an alley. Then he showed up pretending to be my savior, taking the beating himself.

I developed depression and had no choice but to rely on him.

Then the fake daughter showed up with her gang. Grabbing my face, she sneered, "I'm the only daughter of the Shaw family!"

I was dunked in a toilet, my face slashed, my body violated, and every wound sewn shut with needles. Blood covered the floor.