LOGIN“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniversary, Samantha discovers her husband’s infidelity. But that wasn't enough reason for her to -divorce him because she didn't want her daughter fatherless. But one act, one single act almost cost her life and that of her child and Samantha declared defeat, serving Zeke Frost the divorce papers, and left without looking back but with promises to revenge! However, fate had another path in store for her when she encountered the devil himself; Dalton Montclair. The most gorgeous man in the world and the youngest bachelor in the city. He's ruthless, he's got the looks, money, and fame. But what more? He's got a striking resemblance with her son!
View More—SAMANTHA—My cheeks burned. Even after everything, the pain, the fights, the betrayals, Dalton still had the power to make me blush like a highschool teenager.“Ready to take a little break from all this noise?” he asked, glancing toward the side deck that faced the open sea.I nodded. “Yeah, I need some fresh air.”He smiled, then shifted Amore into my arms for a quick kiss on her cheek before handing her back to the nanny who had just walked up to us. “Take care of her, please,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.The nanny nodded and left with Amore, while Dalton laced his fingers through mine. His hand was warm, steady, and strong. The kind of hold that made me feel safe, like nothing could ever go wrong again.We walked to the edge of the deck, away from the crowd, until the only sounds were the distant hum of music and the soothing rhythm of the waves. The wind kissed my face as I stared at the endless ocean, my heart swelling with emotions I couldn’t put into words.Dalton s
—SAMANTHA POV—It's been a year… A long year. The sea glistened under the beautiful glow of the evening sun. The waves were calm, kissing the sides of the grand cruise ship as laughter and music filled the air. The entire deck was alive, bright lights, glasses clinking, people chatting in elegant gowns and tuxedos. Tonight wasn’t just any night. It was a celebration, a celebration of life, of survival, of victory over everything that tried to break me.A whole year had passed since that night. So much had changed. I had changed.I placed a gentle hand on my belly and smiled to myself. I was big—heavily pregnant. The blue dress I wore hugged my bump beautifully, making me look more alluring. It wasn’t easy, carrying two lives inside me, but tonight I felt strong, surrounded by people I loved and trusted.Grace stood beside me, looking as radiant as ever in her wine-red gown, her hair tied up in a bun that showed off her slim neck. Meanwhile, MJ was on the other side of me, sipping
—SAMANTHA POV—The moment the lights came back on, I had to blink a few times because the sudden brightness made my eyes sting. A hush fell across the entire banquet hall, as though everyone had been holding their breath. Then all at once, voices started buzzing, confused murmurs rising like a storm.“What happened?!” someone shouted from the left.“Check the power!” another man yelled.My heart thudded inside my chest. Dalton’s arm instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could barely see, but his warmth was there, strong and protective.Then I saw her, Grace.She walked onto the stage with the grace of someone who owned the entire hall, wearing a fitted black gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her heels clicked against the wooden platform, echoing in the silence that slowly spread as people turned to look at her.My heart raced, but my lips curved into the faintest smile. I knew this was coming. Dalton knew too. We had talked about this. But stil
—SAMANTHA POV—Tonight was the night. Grace dabbed at my cheek with the finest powder, while Maryjane fussed over my hair, twisting strands until they fell perfectly in place.“Honestly, Sam,” Maryjane said, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “you’re going to steal the show tonight. Everyone will be looking at you and for once, that’s exactly what you want.”I smiled faintly, though my stomach twisted with anticipation. “I hope so,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “After everything, this night has to be perfect. It’s not just a party, it’s the moment we reclaim everything.”Grace leaned closer, her brush poised over my eyelid. “And you will, Sam. Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve worked too hard, fought too much to let tonight be anything less than yours.”I nodded, biting my lip. The thought of Dalton waiting outside, holding Amore, made my heart skip. This was the first big event since… everything. Since the the kidnapping, the fire. I was ready, and I needed to be strong,
—DALTON POV—After breakfast, I carried Amore in my arms toward the poolside. She was light, small, like a delicate flower, but her little fists were tight around my shirt as if she didn’t fully trust me yet. And honestly, I couldn’t blame her. To her, I was the stranger who had caused her mother
—DALTON POV—The night air was heavy with smoke, thick enough to sting my lungs even as I raced through the streets. The Bentley skidded around corners, tires squealing, but I didn’t care about speed limits or consequences. All that mattered was her, Samantha.For hours, I had tracked every lead,
—SAMANTHA POV—I woke up with a jolt, the sting of cold water hitting my face. My eyes flew open, and I gasped, choking as I tried to sit up. The room was dark, bare, and smelled faintly of smoke. Panic shot through me like lightning.I tried to move, but my hands were tied in front of me, my ankl
—SAMANTHA POV—Dalton’s words clung to me like shards of glass, cutting deeper with every breath I took.You disgust me.I will never forgive you. Those words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head, no matter how tightly I pressed my hands to my ears as if I could shut him out.I stared at the ceiling,












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