The morning sun shone brightly through the tall glass windows of the Whitman mansion.
Arthur Whitman stood in his home office looking over important financial documents.
He was a wealthy business owner who loved his young son Leo more than life itself.
After losing his first wife, Arthur thought he had found love again with a woman named Victoria.
Victoria was always dressed in designer clothes and carried herself with high status.
She wore a bright crimson red satin dress today that caught everyone's attention.
However, behind her polished smile laid a very cold and greedy heart.
She only cared about Arthur's massive trust fund and the family estate.
Leo was an eight-year-old boy who wore a bright mustard yellow outfit that morning.
He was playing quietly near the grand marble staircase on the second floor.
Sarah, the loyal housemaid in her dark navy uniform, was polishing the wooden rail downstairs.
Sarah had worked for the Whitman family for over ten years.
She loved little Leo as if he were her own family member.
Sarah noticed how Victoria looked at the boy when Arthur was not in the room.
Victoria's eyes were always filled with cold jealousy and bad intentions.
She wanted Arthur to change his legal will to leave everything to her.
Leo stood in the way of her inheriting the entire family fortune.
Victoria walked up the carpeted hallway toward the top of the stairs.
She checked to make sure Arthur was still busy in his distant office.
Leo looked up and smiled politely at his stepmother.
Victoria did not smile back at the sweet little boy.
Instead, her face hardened into a look of absolute cold cruelty.
Sarah stopped her work at the bottom of the stairs to watch closely.
She felt a sudden knot of worry inside her stomach.
Victoria stepped closer to the child on the landing.
The mansion was silent except for the ticking grandfather clock.
Sarah dropped her cleaning cloth and took a step forward.
Something felt very wrong at the top of the grand staircase.