The grand estate in New York City was always filled with bright sunlight.
Large marble hallways stretched across the magnificent main entrance of the home.
Arthur had built a successful real estate empire over many dedicated years.
He wanted to give his twin daughters the best life possible.
His young four-year-old twin daughters were the joy of his entire heart.
Their mother had passed away shortly after they were born into the world.
Arthur recently married Victoria, believing she would be a loving mother figure.
Victoria appeared charming and soft-spoken whenever Arthur was present in the house.
She wore expensive designer dresses and spoke with a smooth tone.
However, her entire personality shifted the moment Arthur left for his corporate office.
Elena was a quiet housemaid who had worked for the family for years.
She noticed the harsh change in Victoria's behavior almost immediately.
Victoria showed no warmth toward the little twin girls when Arthur was absent.
She locked them in their playroom for long hours without any soft toys.
She raised her voice at the innocent children for making minor noises.
Elena felt her heart break every single day as she watched this happen.
She tried to comfort the little girls whenever Victoria walked into another wing.
Maid Elena: Do not cry, little ones, I am right here with you.
The twin girls clung tightly to Elena's blue apron with shaking hands.
Stepmother Victoria: Why are you wasting time talking to those noisy children?
Elena turned around quickly to face Victoria in the bright hallway.
Maid Elena: They were afraid and needed someone to comfort them, ma'am.
Stepmother Victoria: Your job is to clean this house, not give them sympathy.
Maid Elena: They are just four years old and miss their father terribly.
Stepmother Victoria: If you speak to me like that again, you are fired.
Elena lowered her head, knowing she had to protect her job to stay.
She knew the girls had no one else to protect them during the day.
Victoria cared only about the vast estate, the family trust, and luxury living.
She frequently complained about the noise and demands of raising young children.
One morning, Arthur prepared his leather briefcase for a major corporate meeting.
He kissed his two daughters on their foreheads before walking toward the front door.
Father Arthur: Be good for your stepmother today, my sweet little angels.
The little girls looked down at the shiny floor and said nothing at all.
Arthur felt a brief moment of confusion, but his phone rang loudly.
He rushed out to his car, assuming they were simply tired from morning play.
As soon as the heavy front door closed, Victoria turned to the children.
Stepmother Victoria: Go to your room right now and do not make a sound!
The twin girls trembled as Victoria pointed her long fingernail toward the stairs.
Elena stood near the kitchen counter, watching the scene unfold with deep worry.
She knew that something had to change before real harm was done.
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