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The air inside the warm, golden-lit nursery hung heavy with a suffocating tension, oblivious to the small newborn baby crying softly in his crib. Wrapped in a cream blanket, tears glistening on his tiny cheeks, the infant clenched his fists as the heavy oak doors creaked open. Victoria, his stepmother, stepped inside wearing an exquisite maroon velvet gown, her dark hair slicked back with ruthless precision. Her eyes held no warmth—only cold, simmering resentment. Looking down at the crying child, her jaw tightened before she whispered with pure malice, "You don't deserve this life. You were born to ruin mine."
Without hesitation, Victoria snatched the child from his crib, igniting a piercing scream from the infant. Holding him tightly against her chest, she marched toward the grand double doors leading out to the inner balcony. Down below in the estate’s grand foyer, high-society guests enjoying an anniversary gala fell instantly silent as Victoria stepped up to the marble railing. Marcus, the child’s father, looked up in horror, the color draining completely from his face. "Victoria! What are you doing? Put him down!" he shouted, his voice trembling with panic.
A sinister, remorseless smile curled across Victoria's lips as she stepped right up to the edge, extending her arms to hold the baby directly over the hard marble floor two stories below. Panicked shrieks erupted across the room while Marcus screamed in sheer agony, "NO! DON'T DO THIS!" Unmoved, Victoria opened her hands with chilling composure. Time seemed to freeze as the wrapped bundle tumbled into empty air, the baby’s cries echoing wildly off the tall stone pillars as he plummeted toward the ground.
Pure parental instinct surged through Marcus. He lunged forward, sliding across the polished floor on his knees with his arms outstretched. Inches before impact, Marcus caught the baby safely against his chest, rolling over to absorb the force of the fall. The entire room went dead silent, saved only by the father's frantic, ragged breaths. High above, Victoria glared down at Marcus holding his child, her face hardening into a mask of bitter hatred before she turned slowly on her heel and vanished into the dark shadows of the upper corridor.
Within moments, red and blue police lights flashed violently through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows as sirens cut through the night. Armed officers burst through the front doors, cornering Victoria near the back stairwell and slapping steel handcuffs onto her wrists. She offered no remorse, casting one final bitter glare at Marcus as she was led past the furious, shocked crowd. As dawn broke through the high windows, illuminating the quieted grand hall, Marcus knelt in the center of the foyer, cradling his child tightly and whispering soft promises until the baby finally fell quiet in his arms.
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