My Wealthy Wife Forced My Long-Lost Daughter to Scrub Floors on Her First Day

George Harrison had spent five agonizing years searching for his daughter, Lauren. When they finally reunited, he believed the grand halls of his family manor would offer her the safety and comfort she had been deprived of for so long. His new wife, Penelope, a wealthy socialite accustomed to absolute obedience, had promised to welcome Lauren with open arms. But the moment George’s navy blue suit vanished past the estate gates for a business meeting, Penelope's warm facade instantly crumbled.

When George returned home hours earlier than expected, the heavy oak double doors of the manor creaked open to a scene of absolute humiliation. There, on the polished white marble floors of the magnificent foyer, knelt Lauren. She was dressed in a cheap, faded blue maid uniform, her dirty-blonde hair disheveled, sobbing silently as she scrubbed the cold stone with a brush. Behind her, sitting comfortably on a velvet settee, was Penelope, dressed in a stunning pine green satin gown, sipping tea with an expression of cold satisfaction.

At the sound of the door opening, Lauren looked up. Tears stained her cheeks, and her hands were raw and red.

"Dad! Dad, she's making me..." Lauren cried out, her voice cracking with pure exhaustion and fear.

Penelope immediately smoothed her green dress and stepped forward, a flawless, plastic smile plastered across her face.

"You're home early, darling!" Penelope exclaimed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.

George stood frozen, his briefcase slipping from his hand and echoing loudly against the high ceilings. He looked from his weeping daughter to his smiling wife, his eyes hardening into ice. Step by slow step, he walked into the center of the foyer, his gaze locking onto Penelope with a terrifying intensity.

"Why is my daughter kneeling?" George demanded, his voice dangerously low.