Not My Daughter. The Right to an Heiress

“I love you, my little girl. We’ll handle everything. Mom won’t give you to anyone,” I kiss the tiny little nose of my newborn baby. The hospital-room door flies open, and I lift my head, thinking the midwife forgot something. But I’m wrong. At the doorway stands Alexander—the father of my daughter. The one who didn’t even let me say a word in my defense. The one who promised to take my daughter away. And the one who crushed all my feelings and love for him when he put my life and my baby’s life in mortal danger.
“Why are you here, Sasha?” I whisper out, pressing my daughter even closer to my chest, trying to shield her from the greedy gaze of her father, who stares at the baby in my arms.
“I came to meet my daughter.”