The Millionaire’s Fiancée Kicked the Wrong Maid in Front of Three Hundred Guests and Learned She Had Been Trained to Stop Men Twice Her Size The first thing Vanessa Sterling did after kicking the maid was smile for the cameras.
Naomi did not flinch or look away.
She simply picked up another silver fork and began to polish it.
"I heard you perfectly, Ms. Sterling," Naomi replied quietly.
Vanessa stepped closer, her expensive designer perfume filling the narrow space between them.
"Good," Vanessa snapped, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the glass cabinet.
"Because I want to make myself very clear before this party happens."
"After the wedding, I will officially be the lady of Whitmore House."
"And my very first act will be restructuring the household staff."
"Starting with you."
Naomi placed the polished fork gently into the velvet-lined drawer.
"Understood," Naomi said, her voice completely void of emotion.
She did not show fear, which only infuriated the wealthy heiress even more.
Vanessa wanted tears, desperate apologies, or pathetic begging.
Instead, she received an absolute, unbreakable calm that felt like a hidden weapon.
Ethan walked into the dining room a few moments later.
He looked incredibly exhausted, his silk tie loosened carelessly around his neck.
"Is everything alright in here?" he asked, instantly sensing the heavy, toxic tension in the room.
Vanessa immediately dropped her vicious glare and painted a sweet, innocent smile on her face.
"Of course, darling," Vanessa purred, wrapping her arms possessively around his waist.
"I was just telling Naomi how much we appreciate her hard work for the party."
Ethan looked past his fiancée and met Naomi's dark eyes.
Naomi gave him a brief, professional nod and quickly excused herself from the room.
As she walked down the long hallway, she could hear Ethan let out a heavy sigh.
The massive engagement party was only two weeks away.
Naomi knew she just had to survive the chaotic night, collect her paycheck, and keep her head down.
She loved the quiet, peaceful life she had finally built for herself.
She did not want to go back to a world of violence and adrenaline.
But her eight years of tactical training had taught her one harsh truth.
You can run from trouble, but it will always find a way to track you down.
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Vanessa was not just a spoiled rich girl; she was a predator looking for a weak victim.
She just had no idea that she was hunting a lion.
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Chapter 3 - The Trap
Chapter 4 - The Fall of the Queen
Chapter 5 - The Ultimatum
Chapter 6 - Uncovering the Ghost
Chapter 7 - The Fixers
