The Wicked Bride’s Secret: How a Brave Maid Saved a Millionaire’s Baby from a Cruel Plot
The Wicked Bride’s Secret: How a Brave Maid Saved a Millionaire’s Baby from a Cruel Plot
Sarah burst through the double doors of the drawing room, her eyes widening in horror at the scene before her.
Victoria stood hunched over the white crib, her face twisted in rage, holding the hot, steaming iron dangerously close to baby Leo's fragile skin. The hot air shimmered around the infant’s face as he wailed in discomfort.
"Get away from that baby right now!" Sarah shouted, sprinting across the marble floor and putting her body directly between Victoria and the crib.
Victoria recoiled slightly, her eyes flashing with fury as she clutched the iron tighter. "How dare you speak to me like that, you pathetic servant! Keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job!"
"I will never let you hurt him!" Sarah stood her ground firmly, shielding the crying child with both hands resting against the crib rail. "Put that iron down!"
"You're out of your mind," Victoria spat, stepping closer with a threatening snarl. "He's just a noisy brat, and you are nothing in this house!"
Just as Victoria raised her hand to push Sarah aside, heavy footsteps echoed down the grand hallway. Ethan rushed into the room, his tie loosened, his face pale with alarm.
"What is going on in this room right now?" Ethan demanded, his eyes darting from the weeping infant to the steaming iron in Victoria's hand, and then to Sarah standing defensively in front of the crib.
Sarah turned to him immediately. "Sir, she was trying to hurt your little boy! She held a steaming iron right over his crib!"
Victoria’s expression changed in a microsecond. Her cruel scowl melted into a tearful, innocent pout. "Ethan, darling! That's absurd! I was just trying to iron my scarf, and this crazy maid rushed in and attacked me! She's lying to you!"
Ethan looked between the two women, confusion and tension heavy in the air. "Sarah has been with us for months, Victoria. She loves Leo."
"She's jealous of me, Ethan!" Victoria sobbed hysterically, dropping the iron onto a heat-safe tray nearby. "She wants to tear us apart! You have to fire her right now!"
Ethan stepped up to the crib, gently lifting his crying son into his arms. He looked at Victoria, then at Sarah, whose eyes were filled with earnest, unwavering truth.
"Victoria," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a low, icy register. "I saw the steam from down the hall. And I saw how close you were standing. You are finished in this house forever! Get out before I call the police!"
Victoria gasped, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and anger. "You're choosing a servant over me?!"
"I'm choosing my son," Ethan said firmly. "Leave. Now."
Humiliated, Victoria grabbed her designer handbag and stormed out of the estate, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble. Ethan turned to Sarah, a look of profound relief and gratitude on his face. "Thank you, Sarah. You saved my boy."
"I'll always protect him, Mr. Ethan," Sarah replied softly.
Later that evening, after Leo was fed and fast asleep in his nursery, Ethan sat in his study, staring out the window into the gathering darkness. The threat was gone—or so he believed.
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Down in the valley, Victoria sat inside her luxury sports car, staring up at the brightly lit estate on the hill. She pulled out her encrypted smartphone and dialed a contact listed as The Collector.
"He kicked me out," Victoria hissed into the phone, her voice venomous. "Plan A failed. Initiate Plan B tonight. I want the estate burned to the ground—with the baby inside!"
