My Fiancée Forced My Little Daughter to Clean the Floor, So I Ended Everything

The Mask Falls Off

The crystal champagne flute slipped from Victoria’s fingers, shattering into a hundred glittering shards on the wet marble floor. The sharp sound echoed through the towering entryway, but Michael didn't even flinch. He immediately dropped his leather attache case, knelt down on the wet floor, and gathered Chloe into his arms. He ignored the dampness soaking into his expensive navy suit, focusing entirely on his sobbing daughter.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Chloe whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean to spill the juice. She said I was a burden and had to work for my keep."

Michael’s heart broke, replaced by a cold, calculated resolve. He kissed Chloe’s forehead and called for Mrs. Gable, the loyal family nanny. He quickly realized Victoria had dismissed the staff for the day to carry out her cruelty in secret. After sending Chloe upstairs to her room with a comforting promise, Michael stood up to face his fiancée.

Victoria had recovered from her initial shock, her pale face twisting into a malicious sneer. She crossed her arms, stepping over the broken glass. "You are overreacting, Michael," she hissed, her voice sharp. "I was simply teaching the brat some discipline. Besides, you can't throw me out. Have you forgotten what we signed yesterday?"

She stepped closer, her eyes glittering with greed. "We signed the pre-merger deed for this estate. Legally, fifty percent of this mansion belongs to me. If you call off the wedding, I will sue you for breach of contract, take half your assets, and drag your family name through the dirt. You are trapped."

She genuinely believed she had won. She thought her legal trap was foolproof, unaware that Michael’s quiet demeanor masked a brilliant, protective father who had already seen through her facade days ago.