The Billionaire Walked Into His Bedroom and Found His Cruel Wife Torturing a Bleeding Maid, Completely Unaware the Newborn Baby She Protected Was His Son
Chapter 1: The Chamber of Ice and Iron
"The billionaire entered his bedroom and saw the bleeding maid. His wife simply smiled."
The silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the smell of expensive French perfume and copper. The woman in the elegant white silk gown casually took a slow, deliberate sip of her vintage Pinot Noir, her diamond rings catching the soft glow of the crystal chandelier overhead.
"She's just a servant, Christian," Chloe Montgomery said coldly, her voice entirely devoid of a soul. "She was trying to steal from my jewelry vault. I was merely teaching her a lesson about boundaries."
Chloe thought her cruel actions were entirely justified. Born into generations of old money, she believed that a hired worker didn't deserve basic human rights. To her, the staff who maintained their sprawling Manhattan penthouse were not people; they were property, existing solely to be used, abused, and discarded when they became inconvenient.
Kneeling in the center of the luxurious, custom-made velvet mattress was Lily, a nineteen-year-old maid who had been hired through a temp agency just three months prior. Her wrists were bound tightly to the heavy, carved mahogany headboard with thick strips of curtain fabric. A thin line of fresh crimson blood dripped slowly from her nose, tracking down her trembling chin and staining her white apron. She was shaking violently, terrified to her very core, yet she remained completely, unnaturally still.
The only difference in the room was what the two women held valuable.
Chloe held an expensive crystal glass of wine, wearing a five-figure designer gown and carrying a heart made of pure ice. She valued power, reputation, and the absolute control she possessed over everyone beneath her social standing.
Lily, on the other hand, held something infinitely more precious. Strapped securely to her chest in a soft cotton carrier was a sleeping, two-week-old newborn baby boy. Lily was enduring physical torture, keeping her back rigidly straight and her limbs locked in place, just to keep the innocent child perfectly safe, level, and undisturbed against her heartbeat. She refused to thrash or scream, absorbing the pain silently so the baby wouldn't wake up in terror.
Christian Montgomery stared at the scene, his briefcase slipping from his hand and hitting the plush carpet with a dull thud. His handsome, aristocratic face turned pale with absolute, freezing horror. He had just returned from a high-stakes corporate merger in London, expecting to find his wife resting. He didn't understand how the woman he had married could be so thoroughly evil.
"What... what the hell have you done, Chloe?" Christian breathed, his voice trembling as he rushed toward the bleeding girl.
Chloe rolled her eyes, swirling the wine in her glass, entirely annoyed by his protective reaction. Then she scoffed. "Oh, please, Christian. don't start with your middle-class moral superiority complex. She’s a thief. I’m doing her a favor by not calling the police."
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The two women existed in the same multi-million-dollar mansion, but they were completely worlds apart. Christian dropped to his knees on the bed, his hands flying to the tight knots binding Lily’s raw wrists. As he worked frantically to free her, his eyes locked onto the sleeping newborn baby boy strapped to the maid’s chest. The child had a distinct, crescent-shaped birthmark right beneath his left collarbone.
Christian’s heart stopped. It was the exact same genetic birthmark he carried himself.
