Reclaiming My Daughter From a Billionaire's Lies

Billionaire Romance14 chaptersOngoing

Chapter 1 Three years of marriage, and my husband let them cut my baby out of me while I was still awake—then told the world I was never pregnant. The surgical light above me was blinding white. I was strapped to the operating table in the basement of the Blackwell estate, my wrists bound with leather restraints that smelled of old sweat and disinfectant. Dr. Voss stood between my open legs, his gloved hands red to the wrist. I was screaming. Not from the pain of the cesarean—though the local anesthesia had worn off twenty minutes ago and I could feel every tug, every pull, every wet separation of tissue. I was screaming because I could hear her. My daughter. She was crying. A thin, reedy wail that pierced through the haze of agony and filled the sterile room with the unmistakable sound of life. "Give her to me," I begged, my voice shredded. "Please. Let me hold her." The nurse didn't lo

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