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
Rachael and Damian raced forward, their hearts pounding as they watched Jamal teeter on the edge of a fall. But just before he could hit the ground, Jamal managed to catch himself, landing on one knee instead. He quickly popped back up, dusting off his pants with a proud grin on his face. "I’m Sup
Trailing behind Daniel was his mother, Chloe—Rachael’s best friend and her rock through life’s toughest moments. Chloe waved as she approached, a bright smile lighting up her features. There was something comforting about seeing her, a reminder of all the ups and downs they had weathered together.
Rachael stepped away from the noise, finding a quieter corner away from the laughter and splashing water. She pulled out her phone, dialing Damian’s number, and impatiently waited for him to pick up. “Hey, babe,” Damian’s voice came through, slightly muffled but still warm and familiar. Rachael le
Victor stood, slowly rounding the desk until he was standing just inches away from her, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet, her mind reeling from the sheer audacity of his words. She stared at him, h
Rachael’s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse heavy in her temples. She could barely breathe, each discovery hitting her like a punch. As she went through her files she discovered that someone has tampered with it. "That son of a bitch!" She yelled as she hit the table in frustration. Heat crept
"Ahh! Fuck, baby!" Rachael moaned, her voice dripping with raw need as Damian stroked her from behind. His hands gripped her hips with a possessive force, his body moving with unrelenting power. She gripped the bedsheets with her teeth as she grabbed the edge of the bed "Yeah, just like that," Da
She gasped, the feeling of his mouth on her neck igniting something primal inside her. Her hands slid under his shirt, her fingertips brushing over the hard planes of his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed under her touch. She tugged at his shirt, impatient now, needing more, needing all of hi
*Trigger Warning Matured Scenes* “I feel like everything is falling apart, Damian,” she choked out, her voice barely audible. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve lost so much… and Jamal—” Her voice broke, the pain of her fractured relationship with her son too much to bear. She quickly wip
“No, it’s okay,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got him.” Damian frowned but nodded, stepping aside to let her in. As they entered the foyer, the soft lighting and the warm interior offered a brief sense of comfort, but it wasn’t enough to ease the storm in Rachael’s mind. A maid
Rachael swallowed hard, trying to suppress the wave of anger and helplessness that surged inside her. She knew she had to stay calm, but the sight of her son—her sweet boy—suddenly broke something inside her. “Jamal…Don't you ever use the f word and say you hate your own mother again” her voice sof
Rachael stood in the middle of her bedroom, her hands trembling as she pulled clothes from the dresser and tossed them into a large suitcase.The decision to leave had been hard enough, but the looming thought of facing Victor’s wrath made her stomach churn. She wiped a tear from her cheek, her hea
Finally, a voice broke through the silence, deep and familiar. "Babe? Are you good?" She froze in place, the sound of Damian’s voice washing over her like a wave. The tension in her body didn’t ease, but for a moment, she felt grounded. He was real. He could help. "Damian.." her voice cracked, a