I carried my baby for nine months. I felt her kick every night. When labor came, my husband was in London for business. My mother-in-law took me to a private clinic she chose.I woke up bleeding and empty. She held my hand and cried, "Sorry, baby did not make it."I buried an empty casket. I cried for six months.Until I delivered a wedding cake to a mansion in Banana Island and saw her. A little girl who looked exactly like my husband, playing in the garden. On her shoulder was our family birthmark.My mother-in-law came out of that mansion calling her "my princess."She did not bury my baby. She sold my baby to her rich friend.Now I will get my daughter back, even if I have to burn her whole family down. A story of betrayal, mother-in-law wickedness, and a mother's revenge.