Ariana, the billionaire’s daughter, decided to throw a party on the roof of her luxurious mansion. Her friends came over—just as spoiled, noisy, and convinced the world belonged to them alone. They laughed, drank expensive cocktails, posted Instagram stories, and discussed their next vacation destination.
When Marta, the maid, a woman who had worked in their home for almost ten years, brought out a tray of drinks, the kids started whispering and giggling. To them, she was like a piece of furniture—a familiar part of the house that no one paid any attention to.
“Come swim with us!” one of her friends shouted.
Martha, embarrassed, shook her head.
“No, thank you… I can’t swim.”
“You can’t?” Ariana drawled, smiling the way people smile when they’re sure they can do anything. “Then go learn. I command you.” She pushed Marta sharply into the pool.
The woman fell into the water, thrashing around in panic, trying to stay afloat. Ariana’s friends squealed—not in horror, but in laughter. They were filming, laughing, and watching Marta choke, clinging to the edge.
And then something happened that Ariana definitely didn’t expect and made her deeply regret her actions 😨😱
The terrace doors swung open. Her father, billionaire Victor Cross, stood there, a man of iron character, a cold gaze, and a reputation that made even seasoned businessmen tremble.
He saw everything.
“You… what… are you doing?” His voice was so low and cold that the music seemed to fade away.
Ariana’s friends fell silent. Ariana nervously adjusted her hair, trying to appear confident.
“Dad, come on… We’re just kidding…”
But her father had already passed her, jumped into the pool, and pulled Marta out. The woman could barely speak.
Victor took off his wet jacket and turned to his daughter.
“I trusted you with the people who work for our family,” he said. “And you decided to turn their lives into a circus? You humiliated someone who’s been by my side for ten years. You could have k:i:lled her.”
Ariana tried to defend herself, but he raised his hand.
“Starting today, you lose everything. The car. The go-kart. The penthouse. Your inheritance is frozen.”
“WHAT?!” she screamed. “You can’t!”
“I can,” her father said calmly. “And I am. Tomorrow, you’re moving into the employee dorm. You’ll work alongside those you tried to drown today. Maybe then you’ll understand the value of human labor.”
Ariana’s friends stood in shock. No one even tried to intercede.
And for the first time in many years, Marta felt that justice existed.