My Husband Stole My Baby,And Raised His Mistress’s Daughter in My HouseChapter 1

I was tying my five-year-old daughter Carina's hair when she threw a tantrum and smashed the new hair clip I'd just bought her.

"It's ugly! I want the butterfly clip that 'Mama Serafina' got me."

"Mama Serafina" was Carina's new governess, Serafina Conti. She'd been vetted by household security and installed at the estate barely a week ago, brought in to handle Carina's early schooling in the private study on the third floor.

One week. And already she'd gone from "Miss Conti" to "Mama Serafina."

My husband, Dante Ferraro, scooped Carina up and pinned the butterfly clip into her hair. He tossed me a casual reassurance. "Honey, she's just a kid. Of course she likes pretty things. Don't take it to heart. I'll bring her down to lessons."

I looked at him, my smile nowhere near my eyes. "Is it the pretty thing she likes, or the pretty person?"