Everyone feared the mafia boss’s fiancée.
But on the day the new maid arrived at the Blackwood estate, everything began to change.
The entire Blackwood estate suddenly fell into silence. Not because a gunshot cracked the air, and not because someone dropped to the floor, but because someone had just done what no one had dared even to imagine for the past three years.
In the middle of the grand living room, beneath a crystal chandelier worth more than most houses in the United States, Veronica Hayes, the beautiful fiancée of the most feared mafia boss in New York City, lifted her hand with cold, razor‑sharp intent.
She was about to slap an elderly cook the way she had so many times before.
Everyone froze.
The servants, the bodyguards, the butler, even men who had taken lives without blinking, held their breath. They knew what was about to happen.
Veronica always slapped people when she was angry. And today she was furious.
But something strange happened.
A thin, pale hand caught her wrist. Not gently, not with trembling fear, but with the firm refusal of a small tree that will not bow to the storm.
It was the new maid, Isa, a quiet girl who had been working here for only three days.
She was so gaunt she looked almost sickly, the kind of girl no one would expect to even lift her eyes, let alone seize the mafia boss’s fiancée by the wrist in front of everyone.
Yet she stood there, holding Veronica’s raised arm, and she did not let go.
Mouths fell open.
“What? You think you can do this, huh?” Veronica screamed, so shocked that her whole body shook.
But Isa did not release her. Her hand stayed steady.
Her gaze stayed calm, the gaze of someone who had endured too much suffering to still remember what fear feels like.
In that moment, no one inside the living room knew that Adrien Blackwood himself—the most powerful mafia boss in New York—was standing just outside in the corridor. He stopped when he heard the shouting. Slowly, he turned his head.
Then he saw everything.
His fiancée was about to slap an elderly servant, and a frail, pale maid was stopping her.
Adrien did not move. He did not say a word. He only watched, his eyes cold as ice, and then something strange flickered within them.
Because in three years, no one had ever dared to stand up to Veronica.
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