No Substitute Can Replace Her Place in My Heart

After serving as a maid for many years, I was unexpectedly taken to the palace by King Edward Rothschild.

Only then did I realize that he had been obsessed with me for a long time and had kept numerous women who bore a resemblance to me in some way.

When the women saw me, they warmly greeted me.

One of the women exclaimed, "My eyes resemble those of His Majesty's unforgettable lover."

Another added, "My eyebrows resemble hers."

"In what way do you resemble His Majesty's memorable lover?" a woman asked me.

Facing the different looks from the girls, I maintained a calm smile, held my head high, and declared confidently, "I am the true memorable lover."

Before I met Edward outside the palace, I was bought by a man to be a maid.

Not only did he make me work to the bone day, but he also heartlessly gambled away the private money I had struggled to save.

That day, I found that my money was gone, and I, who had always been tolerant, pounced on him and fought with him.

He slapped me and wanted to sell me to a human trafficker.

Initially, I resisted boarding the carriage, so the traffickers resorted to tying my hands and dragging me behind the carriage.

I was rubbed against the ground, my skin tearing and the pain becoming unbearable. However, I remained resolute, refusing to shed a single tear.

As the carriage continued its journey, I suddenly heard the sound of someone in hot pursuit from behind.

"Who the hell is getting in my way!" the coachman cursed.

A man who sounded like a guard shouted, "I'm acting on my master's orders. How dare you defy him!"

With a scream, the human trafficker was whipped out of the carriage.

Master? Who was it?

My body felt like it was about to split apart with pain, and I felt someone quickly come over and pick me up.

He called out in an anxious tone, "Matilda, I'm late.

"Do you still recognize me? I'm Edward Rothschild."

The King's name was indeed Edward Rothschild, and I could confirm his identity by his attire.

Edward brought me back to the palace. More precisely, he carried me in his arms and organized a grand ceremony to welcome my arrival.

The extravagant event garnered significant attention and was met with great fanfare.

The residence he intended for me to stay in was the most opulent house I had ever seen in my entire life.

I had too many wounds on my body. Edward gently laid me on the bed and carefully pulled the blanket to cover my legs. He then reassured me, saying, "Matilda, I have asked someone to cripple the hands of the man who had tormented you. He will never be able to gamble again.

"I know you've suffered a lot since the Johnson family fell. But from now on, with me by your side, and you don't have to fear anything."

He leaned over; the subtle fragrance of his presence enveloped my senses as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

In a tender tone, he whispered, "I can finally be with you."

Before I could reply, I heard some noise.

Many gorgeously dressed women came in.

"Come and see! His Majesty has returned with a new woman!" they exclaimed.

Edward's mouth twitched at the corners inexplicably.

As the women scrutinized me, my gaze met theirs. Interestingly, I couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblances that existed between them and myself.

They began to speak.

"His Majesty mentioned that my eyes bear a resemblance to his beloved," one said.

"His Majesty said my eyebrows resemble her," added another.

"How do you resemble His Majesty's memorable lover?" one of them asked me.

Now understanding the situation at hand, I maintained a composed smile and lifted my head with confidence. "I am Matilda Johnson," I announced proudly, "I am the genuine beloved of His Majesty."

The women were stunned and left in embarrassment.

Certainly, with the true beloved of the King having returned, there was no longer any need for others to be involved or present.

During my initial days at the palace, I remained confined to the bed to recover. The maids attending to me were all smart and observant.

Perhaps unsure of my disposition, they would occasionally steal glances at me, discreetly offering flattering remarks. "Your Highness, you're gorgeous. Since your arrival, all other women pale in comparison."

The maid, Jane, handed me the fruit and echoed softly, "Of course, the fake ones cannot compare to the real ones."

Regardless of their remarks, I just asked, "Does His Majesty like to collect women who look like me?"

Jane smiled sweetly and replied, "Yes. Despite His Majesty's relatively brief reign, one thing he has made a point of doing is seeking out women who resemble you from all corners. Initially, we were puzzled about whom His Majesty was obsessed with, but upon meeting you, it became evident to all of us.

"Now that you're in the palace and under His Majesty's protection, your days of suffering are finally over. Things are going to get much better."

I also offered a smile in response. Yes, after enduring so much hardship, happiness had finally arrived.