A Greedy Fiancée Mocked The "Maid," Unaware She Actually Owned The Mansion
Previously: When glamorous Diana mocked a humble girl scrubbing the mansion floors, she thought she was untouchable. But one phone call from her husband revealed a truth that destroyed her lavish life forever.
The Mask Slips
Diana’s face flushed a deep crimson as she tried to process Richard’s words. She let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh, looking around the grand foyer as if waiting for a hidden camera crew to emerge. Surely, this was a joke. Richard was a powerful man, and she was his beautiful, sophisticated fiancée. They were supposed to be the perfect power couple. Why was he acting so irrational over a common maid?
"Richard, darling, you're being ridiculous,"
Diana said, taking a step toward him, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt at confidence.
"She is just the cleaning girl. Why are you making such a scene in front of the help? You're embarrassing us."
Richard did not move an inch. He stood like a pillar of granite, his briefcase gripped tightly in his hand. His gaze remained locked on Diana, filled with a mixture of disgust and profound disappointment.
"The only person embarrassing us is you, Diana,"
Richard replied, his voice dangerously quiet. He walked past her, ignoring her outstretched hand, and knelt down on the wet marble floor right next to Chloe. To Diana’s absolute horror, the wealthy, proud businessman took the dirty scrubbing brush from Chloe’s hand and gently helped her to her feet.
"Are you alright?"
Richard asked Chloe, his voice instantly softening into one of deep respect and concern. Chloe offered a small, reassuring smile, wiping her hands on a towel. She looked completely unfazed by Diana's insults.
Diana watched the scene unfold in utter bewilderment. Her chest heaved as panic finally began to set in. She demanded to know what was happening, her glamorous facade completely slipping away to reveal the frantic, desperate woman underneath.
"Why are you touching her? Who is she to you?!"
Diana shrieked. Richard stood up, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Chloe.
"Diana, meet Chloe,"
Richard said coldly.
"She isn't the help. She is my sister, and she is the sole trustee of the family estate."
”She is my sister, and she is the sole trustee of the family estate."