Chapter 6 - The Poisoned Milk
Luca’s blood turned to absolute ice. The cold, impenetrable exterior of the mafia boss completely melted away, replaced by the terrifying, waking wrath of a protective father.
He slowly stood up to his full height. He turned his head to look at Vanessa.
Vanessa was visibly hyperventilating. Her flawless makeup couldn't hide the sheer, unadulterated panic flooding her eyes. She took a step backward, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble.
"Why, Vanessa?" Luca asked. His voice wasn't a shout. It was a low, vibrating rumble that promised absolute violence.
"She's lying, Luca!" Vanessa shrieked, her sophisticated facade completely disintegrating into feral desperation. "Why would I want a disabled child?! It's a burden! I was going to send her to a specialized facility in Switzerland after the wedding so we could have our own life!"
"That's exactly why," Hannah interjected, her voice hardening with profound disgust.
Hannah slowly stood up, keeping a firm, protective grip on Sophia's hand.
"Sophia's late mother left a one-hundred-million-dollar trust fund entirely in Sophia's name," Hannah revealed to the room. "But the legal stipulations state that if Sophia is deemed permanently medically unfit, her legal guardian assumes total financial control of the principal."
The elite guests gasped in collective horror.
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"Vanessa didn't just fire me to stop the progress," Hannah said, her hazel eyes locking onto the wicked fiancée. "For the last two years, Sophia's legs have been getting weaker because Vanessa has been secretly crushing heavy, untraceable muscle relaxers into her nightly glass of warm milk."
👉 What undeniable physical proof is about to destroy the cruel stepmother?
