“Can I Sit With You?” the Maid’s Little Girl Asked — Then the Fiancée Said Something Cruel My daughter asked, “Can I sit with you?” and his fiancée laughed. I made Lily apologize to nobody.

The board meeting ended in spectacular chaos.

The executives immediately voided Lorenzo’s bid for leadership, terrified of being implicated in his federal crimes. Lorenzo stormed out of the building, flanked by his armed mercenaries, his face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred.

By the time I returned to the estate, the federal prosecutor had reviewed the shell company documents. The charges against Damian were rapidly unraveling, and his legal team assured me he would be released by nightfall.

But a cornered animal is the most dangerous kind, and Lorenzo was entirely out of options.

The sun began to set, casting long, bloody shadows across the manicured lawns.

I was in the safe room with Lily, reading her a story, when the power to the entire estate was suddenly cut. The lights snapped off, plunging us into total darkness before the red glow of the emergency generators kicked in.

My radio crackled aggressively on the desk.

"Mrs. Bellucci, we have a massive breach," Marcus yelled over the sound of heavy static and distant gunfire. "Lorenzo’s men are hitting the north and south gates simultaneously. They are heavily armed."

"Hold the line, Marcus," I replied, my hands shaking violently as I locked the heavy steel door of the safe room.

Lorenzo wasn't trying to win the company anymore. He was trying to execute us before Damian could be released.

I pulled Lily under the heavy steel desk, wrapping my body completely around hers.

"Mommy, I'm scared," Lily cried, burying her face in my shoulder.

"I know, baby. I know," I whispered, kissing her hair. "But you are safe. I will never let anyone hurt you."

The sound of gunfire grew louder, echoing through the massive hallways of the mansion. Lorenzo had brought a small army, desperate to slaughter his way to the throne.

Suddenly, a massive explosion shook the foundation of the house. Dust and plaster rained down from the ceiling of the safe room.

They had breached the main foyer.

I drew the small, heavy handgun Damian had taught me to use, aiming it steadily at the reinforced steel door. I was terrified, but the maternal instinct to protect my child overrode every ounce of fear in my body.

Footsteps pounded outside the safe room. Heavy, aggressive boots thudding against the hardwood floor.

Someone grabbed the handle of the steel door, rattling it violently.

"Open the door, Elena," Lorenzo’s muffled, psychopathic voice echoed from the hallway. "If you make me blow the hinges, I promise I will make it hurt."

I cocked the hammer of the gun, my breathing ragged but my aim completely steady.

"Go to hell, Lorenzo," I shouted back.

Lorenzo laughed, the sound muffled by the thick steel.

"Bring the C4," Lorenzo ordered someone in the hall. "Let's crack this vault."

I held Lily tighter, bracing for the explosion.

But the explosion never came.

Instead, I heard the distinct, terrifying sound of a helicopter roaring directly over the roof of the estate, followed by a barrage of automatic gunfire that did not sound like it belonged to Lorenzo’s men.

Then, a voice roared through the hallway—a voice filled with such demonic, apocalyptic fury that it made the very walls vibrate.