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"She thought she could easily silence a helpless nanny, until the terrifying footsteps of the mafia boss echoed from the shadows behind her." THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED IN EARLY AND FOUND HIS FIANCÉE HURTING HIS BABY—THEN THE NANNY’S TESTIMONY EXPOSED EVERYTHING “Stop it, please. You’re breaking his arm.” Lily’s scream tore through the marble foyer of the Blackwood mansion. Baby Ethan was on the floor, crying so hard his little body could barely breathe, while Serena Montigue dragged him by the arm like he was nothing more than a rag doll. His face had gone from red to a frightening purple. His cries were getting weaker. And Lily knew, with a terror that swallowed every thought in her head, that the 14-month-old boy she had loved like her own for six months was slipping into shock. She threw herself forward. Bare feet sliding on the cold marble. Hands reaching for Serena. Heart pounding one single prayer. Save him. But Serena was faster. Her heel drove into Lily’s stomach with brutal force, knocking the air from her lungs and sending her crashing backward onto the stone floor. Pain exploded through her body. But Lily did not care about the pain. She only cared about Ethan. The baby’s arm hung at an unnatural angle. His little face was crumpled in agony. His sobs were fading into small, broken sounds no child should ever make. Serena stood over Lily with cold, perfect eyes. The same woman who smiled at charity galas. The same woman who played the elegant fiancée. The same woman who was about to marry Victor Blackwood, the most feared mafia boss in Chicago. “Touch him again,” Serena said calmly, pressing her heel into Lily’s abdomen, “and I’ll make you disappear. Nobody cares about a nobody like you. You think anyone will believe some cheap nanny?” Lily could barely breathe. But she crawled. One inch. Then another. Her hands shook. Her stomach burned. Her knees scraped against the marble / Chapter 27 / 30

Chapter 27 - THE BALLROOM CONFRONTATION

Inside the grand ballroom of the Boston Plaza Hotel, crystal chandeliers cast brilliant light over hundreds of elite political donors.

Victoria Sterling stood near the main stage, wearing a stunning emerald silk gown, smiling radiantly for news camera flashes.

"Thank you all for supporting my vision for justice in our great state!" Victoria announced into the microphone to thunderous applause.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors at the rear of the ballroom swung open with absolute authority.

Victor Blackwood walked down the central aisle in a tailored charcoal suit, accompanied by Lily in an elegant navy dress.

Murmurs of shock rippled through the high-society crowd as guests recognized the famous former tycoon from Chicago.

"Victoria Sterling!" Victor’s powerful voice echoed across the quieted ballroom, cutting through the classical music.

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Victoria’s brilliant smile instantly froze, her pale eyes narrowing into slits of pure, venomous hatred.

"Security, remove these trespassers immediately!" Victoria commanded, her voice betraying a hint of sudden panic.

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