Racheal sank into her couch, her hands mindlessly reaching for the array of junk food scattered on the coffee table. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saltiness of the chips she stuffed into her mouth. It had been a month since everything fell apart, and though she put on a brave face
As Racheal lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, Chloe’s panic transformed into urgent action. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands and dialed the number for a local doctor. “Dr. Harper? This is Chloe Wright. My friend, Racheal—she’s collapsed. Please, we need help right away!” Her voice was
As Racheal stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounded in her chest. She stood in front of Victor’s apartment complex, hesitating for a moment. The building looked the same as it always had, but today it felt different, more imposing. She took a deep breath, clutching her purse tightly as if it wou
**Warning a little bit steamy*** Victor leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool glass of whiskey in his hand offering a fleeting respite from his turbulent thoughts. As he sipped his whiskey, the argument with Racheal echoed in his mind, gnawing at him like a persistent ache. His eyes, harden
Months had passed since that fateful day in Chloe’s kitchen, but Racheal’s life had changed only slightly. Victor never came back. He listened to her pleas, nodded politely, but his heart had long moved on, and his eyes no longer held any trace of the love they once shared. Chloe had been right
With every contraction, Racheal’s resolve hardened. She had fought for love, lost it, and now she was fighting for something far more precious—the life of her unborn child. And for that, she would endure anything. As the ambulance doors closed and the sirens wailed, Racheal clung to Chloe’s presen
Racheal’s breath hitched as she was left there, alone and forgotten. The injustice of it all was suffocating. Tears streamed down her face, not just from the physical pain but from the crushing weight of Victor’s betrayal. He had chosen Evelyn without a second thought, as if Racheal and her baby w
The hospital hallway feels suffocating, each sterile breath scraping against Victor’s lungs like sandpaper. He’s been pacing back and forth for what feels like hours, but the weight pressing down on his chest doesn’t lighten. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum
The chapel’s heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing Uncle Clark standing with a quiet strength. His arm was steady as he offered it to Rachel, his aged eyes glistening with emotion. His smile, both proud and bittersweet, told her everything: he had seen her rise from the ashes of a life that nea
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
“You really thought you could outrun me, Victor?” Romano’s voice was low, smooth, and filled with a venomous calm that sent chills down the spines of his men flanking him. He took a measured step forward, the sound of his polished shoes striking the pavement echoing like a countdown. “Disappointing.
Trigger Warning: Violence Act The city was a pressure cooker, and Dante could feel it ready to blow. “Where the hell is Victor?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the stale air in the car. His fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles drained of color, veins pulsing angrily. Swea
"You must take me with you!" Victor scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at her forehead. “You’re delusional, Evelyn. Do you really think you’re worth anything to me? Say goodbye, Evelyn.” He cocked the gun, his voice dropping to a chillin
*Trigger Warning: Dark Themes, Violence** “Time to get Victor out of there.” The words rolled off his tongue, low and menacing. A dark-skinned man, his muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt, adjusted the loaded pistol with practiced ease, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He sniff
Is everything alright?” the doctor began, his tone gentle, but the words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the bed. Jamal—who had been motionless, unresponsive for what felt like an eternity—was no longer lying still. He was sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady, but unmistakably alive
They say miracles happen to those who believe, but Rachel had repeated that mantra to herself so many times that the words had lost their weight, becoming hollow whispers in the dark. Nights stretched into weeks, weeks into months, as she sat by Jamal's bedside, her heart heavy with a despair she da