Rich Madam Beat and Insulted the Pregnant Maid, No…
Not even Elijah’s father had done so often enough.
“Elijah—”
“I said move.”
Bianca rushed forward.
“Who do you think you are talking to?”
Elijah’s eyes cut to her.
“The woman who taught you to be cruel and the daughter who learned too well.”
Bianca recoiled as if slapped.
Elijah guided Naomi through the gate.
The guards lowered their eyes.
No one touched her now.
No one dared.
Inside the living room, Elijah helped Naomi sit on the sofa. The same sofa she had cleaned every morning but never sat on. Her body stiffened as if the cushions were forbidden.
He noticed.
“Sit,” he said gently. “You belong in this room more than half the people standing in it.”
Vanessa entered behind them.
Her face was red with controlled fury.
“You are humiliating me in my own house.”
Elijah looked around the living room.
The chandelier.
The curtains.
The marble floors.
The portraits.
The wealth.
Then his eyes returned to Vanessa.
“That is the first true thing you have said today. You are being humiliated in a house that was never yours.”
The room went silent.
Vanessa stared at him.
“Elijah, what is that supposed to mean?”
He did not answer.
Not yet.
He turned toward the guards.
“Leave us.”
They obeyed instantly.
Then he looked at Clara and Joy.
“You two, stay.”
Clara’s eyes widened.
Joy swallowed.
Bianca crossed her arms.
“This is ridiculous.”
Elijah ignored her.
He crouched before Naomi.
“Are you hurt?”
She shook her head, but tears slid down her cheeks.
“Tell me the truth.”
Her hand moved to her stomach.
“My belly is fine. I think.”
That was enough.
Elijah stood.
“Call Dr. Mensah. Tell him I need him here immediately.”
Vanessa snapped, “For a maid?”
Elijah turned.
“For the mother of my child.”
The words detonated in the room.
Bianca gasped.
Clara’s hand flew to her mouth.
Joy whispered, “Jesus.”
Vanessa’s face drained of color.
Naomi closed her eyes.
Not because she was ashamed.
Because the secret had finally been spoken.
“Elijah,” she whispered.
He looked at her.
“I’m done hiding you.”
Vanessa gripped the back of a chair.
“What did you just say?”
Elijah straightened.
“Naomi is carrying my child.”
Bianca looked from Naomi to Elijah in disbelief.
“You slept with the maid?”
Elijah’s expression turned cold.
“No. I married the woman you treated like dirt.”
Vanessa staggered.
For a second, nobody moved.
Then Bianca laughed once, sharp and ugly.
“That is impossible.”
Elijah reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded document.
He placed it on the coffee table.
A marriage certificate.
Naomi Adewale and Elijah Morgan.
Signed five months earlier.
Stamped.
Legal.
Real.
Vanessa stared at it.
Her eyes moved over the names again and again as if they might change if she hated them hard enough.
“You married her,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Without telling us?”
“Yes.”
Bianca’s voice rose.
“You married a servant?”
Elijah looked at her.
“I married a woman. The fact that you cannot tell the difference is exactly why I kept quiet.”
Naomi wiped her tears.
She had imagined this moment many times, but not like this. Not with her cheek still burning. Not with her uniform dirty. Not with Vanessa staring at her as if she had suddenly become dangerous.
Elijah turned to Clara.
“Where is the bracelet?”
Clara froze.
Vanessa snapped, “What?”
Elijah did not take his eyes off Clara.
“The bracelet Naomi supposedly stole. Where is it?”
Clara’s lips parted.
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Try again.”
“I swear, sir, I don’t know.”
Elijah reached for Bianca’s phone.
Bianca pulled it back.
“What are you doing?”
“Give me the phone.”
“No.”
Elijah looked at her.
“You recorded evidence. I want to see it.”
Bianca’s confidence faltered.
“It’s my phone.”
“And this is my house.”
Vanessa stepped forward.
“You cannot force her.”
Elijah pulled out his own phone.
“Arthur.”
A voice answered on speaker immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
“Come in.”
The front door opened.
A man in a dark suit entered with two members of Elijah’s private security team.
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
“Elijah, what is this?”
“Security.”
“Against your family?”
“Against people who throw pregnant women out of gates.”
Arthur approached and held out his hand to Bianca.
“The phone, miss.”
Bianca looked at her mother.
Vanessa said nothing.
Slowly, Bianca handed it over.
Elijah played the video.
Naomi on her knees.
Vanessa accusing.
Bianca laughing.
Clara whispering.
Joy nodding.
The guards dragging Naomi.
The slap.
The shove at the gate.
Naomi’s cry: “Please, my baby.”
Elijah’s face did not move while the video played.
That made it worse.
When it ended, the room was dead quiet.
He looked at Clara.
“Still want to tell me you know nothing?”
Clara trembled.
“Sir, I only said what madam said.”
Joy suddenly began crying.
“I didn’t want to do it.”
Everyone turned to her.
Clara snapped, “Joy!”
Elijah’s eyes locked on Joy.
“Do what?”
Joy pressed both hands over her mouth.
Vanessa’s face sharpened with warning.
“Joy, be careful.”
Joy looked at Naomi, then at Elijah.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Naomi’s heart pounded.
Joy broke.
“Miss Bianca told Clara to hide the bracelet in Naomi’s mattress.”
Bianca screamed, “Liar!”
Joy shook her head, crying harder.
“I saw it. I saw Clara take it from madam’s dressing table after Miss Bianca handed it to her. They said Naomi had become too proud because Sir Elijah was kind to her. They said madam wanted her gone before she trapped anyone with her pregnancy.”
Clara’s face twisted.
“You stupid girl.”
Elijah turned to Arthur.
“Search Naomi’s room. Mattress first.”
Arthur nodded and left with one security man.
Vanessa sank slowly into a chair.
Bianca was shaking with rage.
“This proves nothing. Joy is jealous. She always hated Clara.”
Naomi’s voice came quietly.
“Why?”
Everyone looked at her.
She stared at Bianca.
“Why did you hate me so much?”
Bianca laughed, but her eyes were wild.
“Do not flatter yourself.”
“You filmed me crying.”
“You were stealing attention.”
“Attention?” Naomi repeated.
“Yes!” Bianca snapped. “Elijah came home and suddenly looked at you like you mattered. Mother was always asking why he defended you. Marcus noticed. Even the staff whispered. You walked around here with your quiet face and your belly like you were carrying some royal secret.”
Naomi touched her stomach.
“I was carrying a child.”
“You were carrying trouble.”
Elijah’s jaw tightened.
Before he could speak, Arthur returned.
In his gloved hand was Vanessa’s diamond bracelet.
The room froze.
He placed it on the table beside the marriage certificate.
“Found inside the mattress lining in Naomi’s room,” Arthur said. “Fresh cut. Poorly hidden.”
Elijah looked at Clara.
Clara fell to her knees.
“Sir, please. I was told to do it.”
Bianca shouted, “Shut up!”
Clara pointed at her.
