A Glamorous Heiress Slapped the Nanny for Letting the Mafia Boss's Son Call Her "Mommy" — Until He Handed Her His Dead Wife's Will

Grace sprinted up the spiral marble staircase, the deafening sound of gunfire erupting outside as Marcus unleashed his men upon Salvatore’s mercenaries. The air inside the hallway was thick with gunpowder and dust. Two security guards lay unconscious near the nursery entrance, the heavy oak doors kicked open from the outside.

Inside the nursery, Noah was huddled inside the walk-in closet, clutching his golden retriever puppy against his chest, tears streaming down his small face. Standing over him was a mercenary dressed in black tactical gear, his gun drawn, reaching down to grab Noah’s collar.

"Step away from my son!" Grace shouted, her voice echoing with commanding authority that stopped the man in his tracks.

The intruder spun around, raising his weapon, but Grace didn't hesitate. She grabbed a heavy bronze statue of an eagle from the hallway pedestal and hurled it with all her strength directly into the man’s face. The metal struck his nose with a sickening crunch, sending him stumbling backward.

Before he could recover, Grace lunged forward, tackling him against the glass display case that held the gray stuffed elephant. The glass shattered, the sound sharp as thunder, but the elephant remained intact in Grace’s grip. She drove the heel of her shoe down onto the mercenary's wrist, forcing him to drop the pistol, then kicked the weapon across the polished floor toward the closet.

"Noah, stay inside!" Grace ordered, her eyes burning with fierce determination.

The man snarled, wiping blood from his broken nose, drawing a combat knife from his tactical vest. "You're coming with us, girl, dead or alive."

He lunged, blade gleaming in the moonlight. Grace sidestepped, but the blade grazed her forearm, tearing her silk sleeve and drawing a thin line of blood. Just as the mercenary raised the blade for a fatal strike, a deafening gunshot ripped through the room.