Chapter 27

On the other hand, Samantha has her own worries. In the calmness of the night, Samantha sat in her small, dimly lit room, carrying her precious three-month-old daughter in her arms. The room was filled with a soft glow from the moonlight that shone through the tattered curtains. The baby, with a full dark hair and deep, expressive eyes, carried an undeniable resemblance to Alexander.

As Samantha gently fed her baby, her mind wandered back to the fateful night when everything had changed. She had long tried to put that traumatic evening behind her, but the striking similarity between her daughter and Alexander was a constant, undeniable reminder of the past.

A tear fell down Samantha's cheek as she recalled the night in clear detail. She had been a maid in the Alexander's' household, dedicated to her work and her quiet life, when her world was tampered by the actions of a man she had barely known and trusted.

Samantha could still feel the weight of his presence, and the intoxication of