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Father Returns Home Early to Find His Beloved Daughter Kneeling in a Maid Uniform

Father Returns Home Early to Find His Beloved Daughter Kneeling in a Maid Uniform — Part 1
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A Shocking Homecoming

The reception hall of the grand Oakridge mansion was usually a place of cold, quiet elegance. Its towering grand staircase and polished light grey marble floors reflected the sparkling light of the crystal chandelier. But on this rainy Tuesday afternoon, the silence was broken by the quiet, ragged sound of sobbing. Olivia, a nineteen-year-old girl with reddish-brown hair, was on her hands and knees. Instead of her usual comfortable clothes, she wore a scratchy, oversized grey maid uniform. Her knees were raw, and her hands trembled as she scrubbed the cold stone floors, her tears mixing with the soapy water.

Behind her sat Beatrice, her new stepmother. Draped in a luxurious dark green silk gown, Beatrice sipped her tea, her eyes cold and indifferent. To Beatrice, this was the ultimate triumph—reducing her husband’s beloved daughter to a mere servant. She had spent weeks orchestrating this, waiting for the perfect moment when James was far away on business.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the mansion swung open. The cool rain swept in, followed by James. He was dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, looking tired from his long flight but eager to surprise his family by returning two days early. He stopped dead in his tracks, his briefcase slipping slightly in his grip as his eyes adjusted to the scene before him.

"Dad! Dad, she's making me..." Olivia cried out, her voice cracking with pure desperation as she looked up.

Beatrice’s face instantly shifted. She jumped to her feet, a fake, sweet smile plastered across her face as she stepped forward to block James’s view of the girl.

"James, darling! You're home early!" Beatrice purred, trying to sound delighted.

But James didn't look at his wife. His gaze was locked onto his daughter’s tear-stained face and the bucket of dirty water. A dangerous, icy coldness washed over his expression as he stepped forward, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

"Why is my daughter kneeling?" he demanded.

A dangerous, icy coldness washed over his expression as he stepped forward, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper."Why is my daughter kn…