Chapter 2 - The Slaps Echo Through Foyer
The sound of flesh striking flesh cracked through the grand, multi-story foyer like a gunshot echoing in a canyon.
Milo stood over Elena with his brown velvet blazer flying open, his face twisted into an unhinged, terrifying mask of absolute rage.
With the tiny infant securely clutched against his white dress shirt, his free hand delivered another ferocious, blindingly fast slap across Elena’s face.
“You tried to murder my daughter!” Milo roared, his voice trembling with a mixture of raw terror and lethal, explosive fury.
Elena stumbled backward across the pristine white marble flooring, her sleek copper-brown silk dress swirling around her trembling legs.
She raised her manicured hands to protect her reddened cheek, her eyes wide with a stunned, petrified horror she had never known.
The infant in Milo’s arms cried out in sharp, high-pitched distress, reacting to the violent energy vibrating through the air.
Milo stepped closer, towering over her with veins bulging along his neck while heavy indoor lights highlighted his clenched jaw.
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“You thought you could get rid of her and inherit everything, didn't you?” Milo hissed through gritted, bloody teeth.
Elena opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as she realized her meticulously planned murder had completely backfired.
