Elena walked down to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
The house was silent except for the tick of the hall clock.
She found Victoria standing near the dining table holding a pitcher.
The pitcher was filled with sour orange juice.
Victoria turned around quickly when she heard Elena enter.
Victoria: You think you can just move in and take over?
Elena: I only want to make Julian happy, Mrs. Sterling.
Victoria: You are a gold digger who ruined his future.
Elena tried to step backward toward the doorway.
Victoria grabbed a stack of legal papers from the table.
Victoria: Sign these divorce papers right now!
Elena: No, I love Julian and I will never sign those.
Victoria slammed the papers onto the wooden surface.
Victoria: You will do as I say in this house!
She grabbed a heavy glass filled with sour juice.
Victoria stepped forward and pinned Elena against the wall.
Elena: Stop! Please let me go!
Victoria: Drink it!
Victoria tried to force the glass against Elena's lips.
Elena struggled to turn her head away from the glass.
The sour liquid spilled down Elena's clean shirt.
A young maid named Maria walked into the hallway.
Maria gasped when she saw the older woman attacking Elena.
Maria: Stop! She didn't do anything wrong!
Maria ran forward across the polished floor to help Elena.
Her foot slipped on a wet patch of juice near the table.
Maria tripped and fell hard onto the marble floor.
The loud thud echoed through the giant house.
Victoria ignored the maid and pushed Elena harder.
Elena: Please stop...
Elena dropped to her knees, crying from the sharp pain.
The legal documents scattered across the dirty floor.
Victoria smiled cruelly as she looked down at the poor girl.
Victoria: You see what happens when you disobey me?
Elena wiped the juice from her face with a shaking hand.
She had never experienced such hatred from anyone before.
She missed her small town and her loving parents terribly.
Maria slowly pushed herself up from the hard floor.
Maria: Are you okay, Mrs. Sterling?
Elena: I am so scared, Maria.
Victoria stepped over the spilled papers with a proud smile.
Victoria: Pack your bags and leave before my son returns.