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A Wealthy Father Catches His Wife Forcing His Estranged Daughter to Scrub Floors

A Wealthy Father Catches His Wife Forcing His Estranged Daughter to Scrub Floors — Part 1
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The Cold Marble Floor

The grand foyer of the whispers-and-shadows estate was usually a place of quiet opulence, but today, it echoed with the soft, desperate sounds of sobbing. Chloe, a young blonde woman, clutched a coarse brush with raw, trembling hands. She was dressed in a rough, dark grey maid uniform that was several sizes too big, a cruel contrast to the polished marble tiles she was forced to scrub. Every sweep of the brush felt like a hot iron against her blistered skin.

Standing just a few feet behind her was Victoria, draped in a sleek emerald gown, her eyes cold and calculating. She watched Chloe’s suffering with a sense of twisted satisfaction. Victoria had spent weeks planning this, waiting for the perfect moment to break the girl's spirit.

Suddenly, the heavy double oak doors of the mansion swung open. The harsh glare of the afternoon sun spilled into the foyer, framing the tall, commanding figure of Arthur. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, he stepped inside, his brow furrowing as his eyes adjusted to the dim indoor light. He had returned from his business trip a day early, hoping to surprise his family.

Chloe looked up, her tear-stained face filled with a mixture of terror and sudden hope. Gasping for breath, she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of her torment.

"Dad! Dad, she's making me..."

Before Chloe could finish her sentence, Victoria stepped forward, her cruel demeanor instantly melting into a sweet, fabricated smile. She smoothed down her emerald gown and took a step toward her husband, her voice dripping with artificial warmth.

"You're home early, darling!" she exclaimed, trying to block his view of the weeping girl.

But Arthur didn't move. His gaze bypassed his wife entirely, locking onto the trembling girl on the floor. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a terrifying, icy rage. He stepped past Victoria, his voice dangerously low as he demanded:

"Why is my daughter kneeling?"

He stepped past Victoria, his voice dangerously low as he demanded:"Why is my daughter kneeling?"