The grand entry hall of the Sterling estate was lined with cold white marble and tall ceilings.
A massive crystal chandelier hung above the glossy floor, casting sharp reflections across the wide room.
On the wall hung a large American flag, marking generations of family pride and public power.
Victoria stood near the center of the hall, wearing an expensive emerald green silk gown.
She held baby Leo in her arms, but her expression carried no affection or warmth.
Her long polished fingernails dug slightly into the soft blanket wrapping the infant.
Victoria: You think this kid gives you job security, don't you?
Elena stood a few steps away, wearing her clean white and black maid uniform.
Her hands trembled against her apron as she watched Victoria hold the restless child.
Elena: Please hand him to me, Miss Victoria, he needs his milk now.
Victoria: Stay right where you are, Elena.
Victoria turned her back to the nanny and looked down at the tiny baby boy.
She felt pure resentment toward the child who threatened her share of the family fortune.
Julian was a wealthy young CEO, and this child was his sole official heir.
Victoria wanted Julian's money, but she wanted no part in raising another woman's son.
Victoria: Cry all you want, you will never belong in this family.
The infant began to cry softly, sensing the coldness from the woman holding him.
Victoria made a sudden movement, shifting the infant balance carelessly in her arms.
Elena gasped in absolute horror, taking a fast step forward across the wide foyer.
Elena: Be careful with him!
Victoria: Back off, or I will fire you before Julian gets home!
Victoria set the infant roughly into a wooden playpen near the hard stone pillar.
The baby began crying loudly, his tiny cheeks wet with warm fresh tears.
Victoria looked down at the crying child with a mocking smile on her face.
She enjoyed watching the nanny squirm in fear over her position and the child.
Elena: He is just a baby, why are you being so heartless to him?
Victoria: Because he stands between me and complete control of the estate.
Elena fell to her knees beside the wooden playpen to soothe the small boy.
She stroked his soft hair while her own heart pounded wildly inside her chest.
Victoria: Do you think he will believe his future wife or a worthless nanny?
Elena: Julian loves his son more than anything in this world!
Victoria: Love means nothing when money and social standing are on the line.
Victoria smoothed down her green dress and checked her reflection in the glass window.
She believed her status as Julian's wealthy fiancee made her completely untouchable in this house.
She had spent months planning her way into Julian's life and his large bank accounts.
Elena wiped a tear from her cheek as she kept comforting the crying infant.
She knew she had to take a stand, even if it cost her job.
The sound of heavy tires pulled up onto the gravel driveway right outside.