THE SEVEN-DAY TRAP INSIDE THE LUXURY MANSION
The imported walnut-wood mansion by the lake owned by Margaret Wilson had long been a symbol of power and wealth. It was not ostentatious, yet every detail—from the Italian leather sofas and brass-railed staircase to the paintings worth hundreds of thousands of dollars—silently confirmed one truth: the owner of this house was no ordinary woman.
Margaret was fifty-two years old.
She was no longer young, but she possessed something that made others wary: the sharp composure of a woman who had survived thirty years in the business world, who had seen countless people rise too high only to fall painfully, and who had witnessed too many hearts turn black and white for the sake of money.
The shared assets of Margaret and her husband, Robert Wilson, were valued at over two million U.S. dollars. For many people, claiming even a small fraction of that fortune would be enough to change their lives forever.
And Linda, the twenty-four-year-old maid, was one of them.
THE SEEDS OF A PLOT
Linda had been working in the Wilson household for less than six months.
She had a pleasant face, fair skin, long eyes that always seemed slightly moist, and a voice as soft as water. More importantly, Linda knew exactly when and how to appear.
She would always bend low to wipe the table when Robert was reading the newspaper, letting her collar slip just enough.
She always brought drinks into his study precisely during his midday break.
She would “accidentally” wear thin nightgowns while passing through the hallway in the evening.
Margaret saw everything.
She was not blind.
She noticed how Linda’s gaze lingered on her diamond jewelry longer than necessary.
She noticed the way Linda scrutinized the Bentley parked in the yard, as if calculating its value piece by piece.
And most of all, she clearly saw the undisguised ambition burning in Linda’s eyes.
Linda believed Margaret was already “old.”
She believed that a man like Robert—successful, handsome, wealthy—would sooner or later grow tired of an aging wife and fall into the arms of a younger woman who knew how to please him.
Linda believed that as long as she could drive Margaret out of the house, she would naturally become the lady of the mansion, sitting atop a fortune worth two million dollars and living a life of effortless luxury.
Linda did not know one thing.
👉 The woman who stays silent and observes is often the one who has already set the trap.
THE PILLS IN THE TEA CUP
Margaret had a daily habit of drinking ginseng tea every afternoon.
And Linda knew it.
One afternoon, while Margaret was working in her second-floor study, Linda quietly opened a kitchen drawer and took out a small unlabelled bottle. She dropped a few drops into the tea, stirred it well, and placed the cup on the tray.
After drinking it, Margaret felt unusually tired—her head heavy, her temper shorter than usual.
The next day.
And the day after.
And the day after that.
Linda repeated the act in silence, hoping Margaret would grow weaker, more irritable, and eventually become a source of annoyance and resentment to her husband.
But Linda did not know that:
👉 Every single move was captured by the kitchen cameras.
Margaret merely smiled.
A very faint smile.
THE DELIBERATE DEPARTURE
One morning, Margaret called Linda over.
“Linda,” she said gently, “my mother in the countryside is seriously ill. I need to go take care of her for about a week.”
Linda lowered her head, but her eyes immediately lit up.
“While I’m gone, take care of the meals for my husband,” Margaret continued. “Make sure you look after him… very carefully.”
The last two words were emphasized ever so slightly—just enough for Linda to interpret them in her own way.
“Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry,” Linda replied quickly. “I’ll take the best possible care of the master.”
Margaret’s car rolled out of the gate.
And the predator instantly revealed its true nature.
THE TRUE FACE
Just minutes after the car disappeared from sight, Linda locked the door, ran upstairs to her room, and pulled out her suitcase.
She took out sheer nightgowns and hung them neatly. She sprayed the room heavily with a strong, intoxicating perfume.
That evening, Linda took the initiative to open a bottle of wine.
“Have a drink with me so you won’t feel lonely,” she said sweetly.
Robert was not a heavy drinker. But the combination of youth, deliberate seduction, and alcohol dulled his restraint.
Boundaries were crossed.
There was no need to describe more.
From that night on, Linda no longer saw herself as a servant.
She used Margaret’s perfume.
She lay on Margaret’s expensive bed.
She took photos in the bedroom and bathroom and sent them to her friends, boasting:
“My life is about to change.”
DAY SIX – THE DEADLY MOVE
By the sixth day, Linda decided to deliver the final blow.
She secretly replaced Margaret’s birth-control pills with dietary supplements. At the same time, she staged a flawless story: that she had “accidentally gotten pregnant” by Robert.
Linda believed that once Margaret returned and heard the news, she would collapse, become jealous, and cause a scene.
And Robert—wanting to protect the “child”—would be forced to divorce.
Linda had calculated everything carefully.
But she did not know…
👉 Margaret had never actually left the city.
DAY SEVEN – THE TRAP CLOSES
On the morning of the seventh day, Margaret returned.
She walked into the house with just enough weariness in her expression, the look of someone who had just endured a long journey.
Linda immediately rushed out, pretending to panic, bursting into tears.
“Ma’am… please stay calm… I… I’m pregnant…”
Margaret sat down on the sofa.
“Pregnant?” she asked softly.
Linda nodded, trembling.
“It’s… it’s the master’s child…”
Robert’s face turned pale.
Linda failed to notice that Margaret was smiling.
“That’s fine,” Margaret said calmly. “Before we talk, I’d like you both to see something.”
She pressed the remote.
The large screen lit up.
📹 Footage of Linda slipping pills into the tea.
📹 Images of her changing clothes and entering the bedroom.
📹 Messages she sent to friends bragging about her ‘success.’
📹 Evidence of tampering with medication.
Linda collapsed to her knees.
Margaret stood up, her voice cold as steel.
“You wanted to be the lady of the house?”
“You wanted to enjoy two million dollars?”
“I gave you exactly seven days to dream.”
She leaned down and said slowly:
“And now… get out of my house. Along with a criminal case file.”
THE OUTCOME
Linda did not go to prison—but she lost her future.
No household dared to hire her.
Her reputation was destroyed.
Her friends turned their backs on her.
As for Margaret?
She remained the lady of the house.
And one lesson was carved deep:
👉 If you want to steal another woman’s husband to change your fate, first ask how many storms that woman has already survived.
