Chapter 2 - Two Slaps That Shook the Villa
A sudden, desperate scream ripped through the suffocating stillness of the terrace.
Twenty-five-year-old housemaid Elena Santos tore across the flagstone patio like a bullet.
Her white apron fluttered wildly as her rubber-soled work shoes gripped the slick poolside tiles.
She did not calculate the financial consequences or the violent disparity of power before she moved.
She only saw a defenseless grandmother about to have her skull shattered by a merciless predator.
Elena lunged forward and threw her entire body weight against Victoria’s raised arms.
The sudden, violent impact wrenched the silver bat right out of the socialite’s grasp.
The metallic weapon tumbled through the air and landed with a heavy, hollow thud upon the damp turf.
Victoria gasped in utter shock, her glittering dress swaying as she staggered back a step.
Before the millionaire's wife could even open her mouth to unleash a tirade, Elena’s right hand flew forward.
The first slap detonated across Victoria’s cheek with the force of a pistol shot.
Victoria’s head snapped violently to the left, spraying stray droplets of foundation and sweat into the sunlight.
A collective gasp ripped from the throats of fifty terrified socialites watching from the pavilion.
Before Victoria could recover her balance, Elena stepped forward and whipped her left hand across the opposite cheek.
The second strike landed with even greater ferocity, leaving an identical scarlet welt burning upon Victoria's pale skin.
The spoiled heiress stumbled backward, clutching both sides of her throbbing face in absolute bewilderment.
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Elena stood planted firmly between the fallen weapon and Eleanor’s wheelchair, her chest heaving with adrenaline.
Her brown eyes burned with an ancient, protective fire that no amount of money could ever extinguish.
