Spoilt Billionaire Daughter Bullied All The Maids Until A Maid Walked In

“Step away from the table, Julian,” Admila ordered. His voice was quiet, but it carried the chilling resonance of an avalanche.

Julian scrambled to his feet, tucking his pen into his coat. “Admila, thank God you're here. I was just negotiating a clean exit strategy to keep the press off our backs. The girl was caught red-handed with Victoria’s emerald—”

“The emerald that Victoria reported stolen three weeks ago for an insurance payout?” Admila asked, stepping forward.

Julian’s face drained of color.

Admila turned to the police chief. “My wife filed a fraudulent claim on that exact piece of jewelry last month through Sterling Law. I just handed the internal audit to the District Attorney. Furthermore, my private security cameras did not undergo maintenance. I had redundant cloud servers installed without my family’s knowledge three years ago.”

Admila threw a tablet onto the table. The screen showed clear footage of Victoria slipping the emerald ring into Alice’s canvas tote while Julian stood watch in the foyer hallway.

“Chief,” Admila said without looking at Julian, “arrest Mr. Sterling for attempted extortion, conspiracy, and insurance fraud. My wife will be waiting for your squad at the manor.”

Julian stepped backward, hands raised. “Admila, wait! Think about the firm! Think about Annabelle’s reputation!”

“My family’s reputation was built on honor,” Admila said fiercely. “You and Victoria turned it into a slaughterhouse. Take him away.”

Officers cuffed Julian and marched him out of the precinct. Admila stood over Alice, who remained seated, trying to control the trembling in her hands.

“Come,” Admila said softly, extending his hand. “You are going back to the house.”

“No,” Alice said, her voice cracking slightly. She stood up on her own, refusing his hand. “I’m not a pawn in your marriage, Mr. Johnson. I’m going home to my grandmother.”

Admila stared at her with deep pain in his eyes. “Your grandmother is already in transit. My medical jet brought her to New York this morning. She’s at Columbia Presbyterian under the care of the best cardiologists in the country.”

Alice took a step back, fury flaring in her chest. “You had no right! You don't own us!”

“I don't own you, Alice,” Admila said, his voice breaking. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the worn silver locket. “I bought this for Evelyn in 1998, when I had nothing but an old cargo boat and a dream. Long before I allowed my father to force me into a loveless corporate alliance with Victoria’s family.”

The world seemed to spin on its axis.