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
Victor’s heart plummeted. Nurses scrambled, their movements quick and frantic, as the room filled with a sense of urgency. Jamie moved to Evelyn’s side, adjusting the oxygen mask over her face, her voice a steady stream of reassurances that barely penetrated the chaotic atmosphere. “Stay with us,
***Five Years Later*** You might be wondering about the young man who showed up at the hospital four years ago. Yes, that was Rachael’s uncle, Clark. But you might be thinking, “Rachael was an orphan!” And you’d be right. However, miracles do happen. Clark, Rachael’s father’s brother, had been se
“Uncle Damian is here!” he shouted, his voice filled with excitement. He bolted towards Damian, who welcomed him with open arms, a hearty laugh escaping him as he caught Jamal in a tight hug. “Hey, kiddo! Look at you, all dressed up,” Damian said, his eyes twinkling with affection. He handed Jamal
She had always been cautious about letting someone into her heart again, especially someone so prominent and influential. The fear of repeating past mistakes and the agony of potential heartbreak had made her hesitant. Yet, Damian had changed that. Despite knowing the full extent of her history—h
Racheal leaned heavily against the doorframe, her breath hitching as Damian stepped into the room. The way he moved, carrying the pizza box with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt, sent a wave of longing coursing through her. The dim moonlight from t
Racheal stood by the window, the city sprawled below her like a glittering web of false promises and broken dreams. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft crackle of her cigarette, a haze of smoke curling upward and cloaking her like an aura of defiance. Her lips curled into a calculated s
The officer’s roar of pain cut through the terminal like a whip, sharp and visceral. “Shit!” he bellowed, yanking his arm back, his face contorting in a grotesque mask of fury. His eyes burned with rage as he swung his arm toward the small girl clinging to Evelyn’s side, his hand pushing her rough
Mommy?” Daisy's voice was barely a whisper, fragile and trembling. “Where are we going?” Evelyn's throat tightened, a knot of emotions threatening to choke her. How could she explain this to a six-year-old? How could she tell her that everything they knew was falling apart, that their lives had b
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, as Maddox's voice cut through it like a blade. “You’re sure about that?” His words were sharp, precise, probing, and designed to corner her. “Because we’ve heard some interesting stories, Mrs. Evelyn. You wouldn’t want to lie to us, would you?” The qu
"Fuck! Fuck!" she muttered, her voice a panicked whisper. "Breathe, Evelyn. Breathe!" But the air was thick, suffocating, as though the walls themselves were collapsing in on her. Every inch of her screamed for her to run, to hide, to do something—anything—to escape the inevitable. Her pulse quicke
The third officer, Lynch, who had been silently observing until now, finally stirred, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression was thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as if mentally dissecting the situation. Lynch was the quiet type, the one who rarely spoke unless he had something important to
“Wake up, you piece of shit!” Officer Xavier’s voice boomed, shaking the dark, musty room. He stood over Victor, a six-foot tower of muscle and fury, and with no hesitation, threw a bucket of ice-cold water over his face. The sudden shock jolted Victor, his body spasming as the freezing liquid seepe
Rachel’s anguished sobs filled the sterile hospital room, a melody of heartbreak that cut through the oppressive silence. Each gasp, each cry, was a raw, visceral expression of her grief. Damian sat beside her, his own tears falling freely, his forehead pressed against hers. His voice, hoarse from e