An hour later, the sharp sound of heavy footsteps rang through the high mansion hall as Julian left for a quick errand.
He had stepped out to meet his tax accountant down at the bank, leaving the grand mansion quiet for a short while.
Margarethe walked down the main staircase slowly, holding a soft glass of water in her hand to stay well hydrated.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Vanessa stepped out from behind the wide decorative marble pillar in the hall.
She was wearing her silk red dress, her eyes cold and her lips twisted into an ugly, furious scowl.
Vanessa: Julian just left the estate grounds. Now it is just you and me alone in this house.
Margarethe: Please move out of my way, Vanessa. I am just going to the kitchen to sit down.
Vanessa: You are destroying everything I worked ten years to build in this family! I will not allow it!
Margarethe: I am not destroying anything! Why do you harbor so much hatred inside your heart toward me?
Vanessa: Because of that child! If that baby is born, Julian will put all trust funds in her name!
Margarethe froze in terror as she realized the true extent of Vanessa's dark green envy and crazy desperation.
Margarethe: That is his daughter! How can you be so cruel and heartless toward an innocent baby?
Vanessa: This estate belongs to me! I was his father's wife, and I deserve every single dollar!
Vanessa suddenly rushed forward with scary speed, pushing Margarethe hard against the tall white marble wall near the doors.
Margarethe lost her footing on the slick floor and fell sideways, landing hard on the cold marble ground with a scream.
Margarethe: Ah! Stop! My baby! Please do not touch me!
Margarethe curled her body into a defensive circle on the floor, clutching her belly with both hands in extreme agony.
Vanessa stood tall over her trembling body like an angry shadow, raising her pointed red high heel dangerous high above her face.
Vanessa: You should have left this mansion when you had the chance, you stupid little fool!
Margarethe: Please, Vanessa, no! Have mercy on my baby!
Margarethe cried out in terror as the sharp point of the red heel hovered inches away from her tear-stained face.
Her frantic breathing echoed off the grand high mansion ceiling as tears streamed down her soft, pale cheeks uncontrollably.
Vanessa lowered her foot slightly, her face twisted with pure hatred as she prepared to strike down hard without mercy.
Suddenly, the massive black double front doors of the mansion burst open wide with a tremendous, deafening crash.
The heavy doors slammed against the interior walls as high afternoon light flooded straight into the marble hall foyer.
Julian stood in the doorway dressed in his sharp black tuxedo and bow tie, his face completely pale with absolute horror.