Chapter 6 - The Fall Of The Queen
For one absolutely impossible second, the grand ballroom of Whitmore House went completely, terrifyingly silent.
Three hundred wealthy guests watched Vanessa balance incredibly awkwardly on one single silver heel.
Her beautiful face was completely frozen between absolute arrogant triumph and pure, undeniable terror.
Naomi stood firmly before her in the stained gray uniform with one strong hand wrapped securely around Vanessa's leg.
Vanessa had completely expected the fragile maid to fall down and crawl away in immense shame.
Instead, Naomi looked deeply into her panicked eyes and said quietly, "Please do not make me finish this."
Vanessa desperately tried to yank her leg back, but Naomi's iron grip was entirely unbreakable.
"Let go of me right now, you psychotic peasant!" Vanessa shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Naomi effortlessly released the captured ankle with a precise, highly calculated twist.
Vanessa immediately lost her delicate balance and crashed incredibly hard onto the polished marble floor.
Loud gasps echoed rapidly throughout the massive room as the beautiful bride-to-be sprawled out entirely in her ruined gown.
Silas saw the violent altercation from across the ballroom and quickly tapped his hidden earpiece.
"Take the violent maid down right now," Silas ordered his disguised mercenaries through the comms.
Two incredibly massive security guards rushed forward, reaching out aggressively to grab Naomi by the shoulders.
Naomi stepped smoothly inside the first massive guard's reach and struck his sensitive throat with a rigid hand.
He collapsed instantly to the floor, gasping desperately and painfully for air.
She quickly grabbed the second guard's fully extended arm, twisted her hips, and flipped his entire heavy body completely over her shoulder.
He crashed violently into a massive table of champagne glasses with a truly deafening shatter.
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The highly elegant engagement party instantly dissolved into absolute, screaming chaos.
Silas swiftly pulled a heavy tactical pistol from his tuxedo jacket and aimed it directly at the crystal ceiling.
