Rich Madam Beat and Insulted the Pregnant Maid, No…

Rich Madam Beat and Insulted the Pregnant Maid, Not Knowing the Girl Was Her Abandoned Daughter and the Heir’s Secret Wife.

PART2:

Naomi was six months pregnant when they dragged her across the marble floor like she was nothing.

Her knees burned from where she had fallen. Her uniform was wrinkled. Her hair had slipped loose from its bun. One hand covered her stomach while the other trembled in the air, begging for mercy from people who had already decided she did not deserve any.

“Madam, please,” she cried. “I did not steal your bracelet. I swear before God, I did not touch it.”

Vanessa Morgan stood above her in a silk dress the color of wine, diamonds at her throat, coldness in her eyes. She was the kind of woman who could smile at charity dinners and humiliate a maid before lunch without feeling the difference.

“My diamond bracelet was in my dressing room this morning,” Vanessa said. “Now it is gone. And you were the one cleaning there.”

Naomi shook her head quickly.

“Yes, madam, I cleaned the room. But I did not take anything. Please search my room. Search my bag. Search everything I own.”

Bianca Morgan laughed from near the staircase.

Vanessa’s daughter was twenty-four, beautiful, spoiled, and cruel in the effortless way of people who had never had to fear consequences. She held her phone up, recording Naomi’s humiliation like it was entertainment.

“Look at her,” Bianca said. “Pregnant and still stealing. Some people have no shame.”

Naomi looked at her.

“Miss Bianca, please. You know I have never stolen anything.”

Bianca’s smile widened.

“I know you act innocent.”

Behind them, two maids stood near the doorway.

Clara, the older one, had sharp eyes and a sharper tongue. Joy, younger and nervous, copied whatever Clara did because it felt safer than thinking for herself.

Clara clicked her tongue loudly.