The CEO married a maid with three children by different men… but when she undressed on their wedding night, the man was stunned by what he saw!

The fallout from the press conference was apocalyptic for Julian's enemies.

The public did not turn on Julian; they rallied behind him. The story of the devoted, self-sacrificing maid and the billionaire who stood by her went viral globally. Vance Tech's stock didn't crash—it skyrocketed. The public loved a hero, and Clara was exactly that.

Victoria Sterling became a social pariah overnight. Brands dropped her. Her family's real estate firm suffered massive boycotts.

But Eleanor was not done. Driven mad by her public excommunication and the loss of her son, she became desperate.

Two weeks later, a massive nor'easter hit Rhode Island, battering the coast with hurricane-force winds and torrential rain. Julian was trapped in New York finalizing the legal adoptions, leaving Clara alone at the estate with the children and the staff.

The power went out at 8:00 PM.

Clara was in the kitchen, lighting candles, when she heard Leo scream from the grand foyer.

She ran out to find the front doors blown wide open, the storm howling into the house. Leo was standing there, clutching his arm, which was bleeding.

"Leo! What happened?" Clara cried, dropping to her knees.

"It was a lady!" Leo sobbed. "She broke in! She pushed me and she took Mia!"

Clara’s blood ran ice cold. Eleanor. The woman had lost her mind.

Clara didn't hesitate. She grabbed a heavy, iron fireplace poker and ran out into the blinding, freezing rain. The wind whipped her hair across her face, the rain stinging like needles. She tracked the deep footprints in the mud leading toward the estate’s private cliffs, overlooking the raging ocean.

Through the darkness, illuminated only by flashes of lightning, she saw them. Eleanor was dragging a screaming, terrified Mia toward the edge of the cliff.

"Stop!" Clara screamed, her voice tearing through the storm.

Eleanor turned, her hair wild, her eyes unhinged. "You took him from me! You took my son! I’ll take everything from you!"

Eleanor backed closer to the edge, the ground slippery with mud. She wasn't going to throw Mia—she was out of her mind, lost in her own delusion, and she was going to slip and take the child down with her.

"Eleanor, please!" Clara dropped the iron poker, raising her hands. "Don't do this. I'll leave! I'll pack my bags and I'll leave Julian tonight! Just give me my sister!"

"Liar!" Eleanor screamed.

A massive gust of wind hit them. Eleanor lost her footing. She screamed as she slid backward toward the fifty-foot drop to the jagged rocks below. She let go of Mia.

Mia slid toward the edge.

Clara dove. She didn't think about the mud, the cold, or her own safety. She threw herself onto the slick grass, her fingers hooking into the collar of Mia's dress just as the little girl slipped over the precipice.

The violent jerk tore at Clara's scarred shoulder, sending a shockwave of agonizing pain through her body, but she held on.

Eleanor, hanging onto a root just inches away, looked up. She saw the maid—the woman she had tormented, framed, and tried to destroy—straining with every ounce of her strength to pull the screaming child back to safety.

With a final, desperate heave, Clara pulled Mia up over the ledge and wrapped her body around the little girl, shielding her from the storm.

Eleanor, realizing she was slipping, cried out. "Clara!"