Chapter 2 - Watching an arrogant socialite freeze in absolute terror as a powerful billionaire steps out from stone pillars to protect a helpless innocent little girl tonight.
Sarah stood frozen on the stone porch, her hand trembling against her navy blue dress as William’s cold gaze pinned her in place.
"I asked you a question, Sarah. What exactly is Maya's place in my home?" William repeated, his voice dangerously low.
"William... you weren't supposed to be back from London until tomorrow," Sarah stammered, backing away from the eight-year-old girl.
Maya stood quietly on the steps, her small fingers clutching the straps of her heavy blue backpack and brown duffel bag.
William stepped down the stone stairs, placing a warm, protective hand on Maya's trembling shoulder as he looked into her tear-filled eyes.
"Why are you carrying all your belongings in bags, Maya?" William asked softly, his stern expression softening into deep fatherly concern.
"Aunt Sarah told me I was moving down to the basement storage room today," Maya whispered, her lower lip trembling.
William’s jaw clenched with white-hot fury as he turned back toward Sarah, whose face had drained of all color.
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Beside the porch column, the American flag fluttered gently in the evening wind, bearing silent witness to the immediate collapse of Sarah's cruel reign.
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