No Maid Dared Stand Up To The Billionaire’s New Wife — Until One Girl Arrived And Did What No One Else Could

Soap water spreading across the marble floor.

Her reflection faint, broken by ripples.

Then the sound came.

Heels.

Slow.

Measured.

The kind of sound that makes people straighten before they even look up.

Naomi lifted her head.

At the top of the staircase stood Rose.

Silk robe.

Perfect posture.

Eyes that didn’t search — they judged.

For a moment, neither of them continue reading …