Victoria backed up against the heavy wooden front door, her cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment.
Victoria: I was only trying to teach her basic household responsibility and hard work!
Mark: You forced her to haul heavy trash bags while you stood above her yelling insults!
Isabella reached out and softly plucked at the edge of her father's grey suit jacket.
Isabella: Dad... she made me clean the whole basement in the dark yesterday too...
Isabella: She said if I told you, you would send me away to boarding school...
Mark turned his head to look at his daughter, his heart breaking into a thousand shattered pieces.
He realized that every time he had gone on a business trip, Victoria had terrorized the girl.
The lies, the fake smiles, and the sweet affection had all been a dark, calculated act.
Victoria spat out a bitter laugh, dropping her polite facade completely as her eyes narrowed nastily.
Victoria: You work all the time anyway! Someone had to put this soft girl in her place!
Victoria: You think you can just run this home without my structure and guidance?!
Mark: You do not belong in this home, and you never will again.
Mark pulled his cell phone from his pocket with a decisive, steady hand.
He dialed his head estate security officer and placed the call on speakerphone immediately.
Mark: Arthur, bring two security guards up to the main house right now.
Mark: We have an intruder who needs to be removed from the property immediately.
Victoria's eyes widened in sudden horror as she realized her comfortable life was ending instantly.