brother was in her bed." The courtroom fell silent, like a cemetery, as the weight of her words hung

eyes fixed on the little girl, eager to hear her response. "I recognized the squeaky sounds coming from Atika's room," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was

as summoned to testify. As she stood in the witness box, the prosecutor's tone turned accusatory. "Miss Peters

alking." She paused, her words hanging in the air. "It was consensual." The courtroom erupted into a mixture of gasps and m

ka with his words. This was a tactic often used to extract confessions from defendants, and Atika, without legal counsel, was vulnerable to the prosec

e other slaves exchanged amazed glances, wondering where she found the courage to speak o

tatement. But Miss Peters was no fool. Despite havin

e last week. Yes, I admit we've been in a sexual relationship for about a year and a half. If

tempt to bully Miss Peters exposed. "My apologies," he muttered, before qu

soul, born to slave parents, doomed to be a slave myself. I was sold, shipped, and treated like livestock – a man's possession, nothing more." As she ga

hip. I fell deeply in love with him, and I beg of you, don't prosecute him for our relationship. He owns me, and by law, he can do as he pleases with me. But I don't want him to suffer because of me; he has a bright

ed by the scandalous revelation of Miss Peters' pregnancy with the master's son. The courtroom erupte

pecial treatment due to her status as the carrier of an Edwards' heir. However, her master couldn't forgive her transgression, so he ensured she would still face pr

o a death sentence. This is precisely what happened to Atika, a white witch who was falsely accused of dark magic. Mr. Edwards, seeking revenge, ensured her punishment. Similarly, the relatives of M

r plans. In a surprising twist, the baby's skin was fair, making it difficult for them to find a reason to eliminate it. Unbeknownst to them, Atika had made a sacrificial deal with the jury, acce

d a subtle hint of its mother's heritage. The baby's skin was a gentle blend of its par

rs as he gazed at his newborn daughter. He wasn't ready t

vine," Atika replied,

With those final words, she handed the baby to Irvine and returned to her cell, leaving him in tears. A few months later, Atika was led to t