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The moment the newborn was handed to her, the husband stormed into the hospital room, stared at the baby’s unusually white skin, and sneered, “Why is she White? You really think I’ll believe she’s mine?” He demanded an immediate divorce before the doctor could explain the baby’s rare pigmentation condition. She signed the papers without begging. Three weeks later, the DNA test proved he was indeed the father-and the final divorce decree revealed that by walking away, he had just legally forfeited…

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chest, wrapped in a deep emerald silk carrier, was Zuri. She was fast asleep, her pale cheek resting against my sternum, utterly oblivious to the corporate war about to be waged in her name.

Marcus’s confident smirk evaporated instantly. He slammed his hand flat against the marble table, the sound echoing sharply like a gunshot in the cavernous room.continue reading …

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