***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
The sounds of the party faded into a distant buzz; all she could hear was the frantic beating of her heart and the rapid, shallow breaths she was struggling to take. Parents and lifeguards quickly sprang into action, rushing to the pool's edge, their voices a jumble of urgency and concern. But t
Rachael’s head whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat. Her eyes scanned the area, and then she saw him-her son, Jamal, running towards her with a broad, innocent smile on his face. Her vision blurred with tears as she rushed forward, her legs feeling like they had a new burst of energy.
Victor’s eyes darted around wildly, searching for any sign of mercy. But there was none. “You can’t… you can’t do this to me,” he choked out, but the officer just chuckled, straightening up. “Goodbye, Victor,” the police officer said, his tone filled with finality. “May you feel every second of wha
*Epilogue Of How Victor Died*** Victor’s vision was dimming, the sterile brightness of the hospital lights barely piercing through the fog clouding his mind. His chest heaved, each breath labored and shallow, but he refused to show fear, even as a sharp, unrelenting pain gripped his heart like a
Racheal's eyes widened, filled with horror and disbelief. She recoiled, instinctively clutching Anna closer to her chest. "No… no, you don’t mean…" Her voice trailed off, her mind racing to deny the awful truth. "Oh my God!" She staggered, pressing a hand against her mouth, her fingers trembling as
Damian took a slow, hesitant step forward, his gaze never wavering from her. His eyes were filled with a longing so intense it could have brought the stars to their knees. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, his touch warm and achingly real, grounding
But Anna kept crying, her tiny voice piercing through the calm rhythm of the ocean waves, rattling Racheal’s nerves. She tried everything—bouncing, rocking, singing softly. Nothing eased the crying. Feeling defeated, she finally set Anna down on the sand, her heart heavy, only for the little girl
**A Year Later** He was gone. Two words. They carry the weight of a world collapsing, the brutal truth that life can end without warning, without mercy. Death is so final, so unforgiving. They say it’s a thief that steals more than just a heartbeat. It takes away laughter, shared secrets, future
Victor’s eyes gleamed with delight, an almost feral hunger as he watched Damian crumble. He tilted his head, studying Damian’s broken form with a twisted satisfaction. “Oh, Damian,” he purred, relishing each syllable. “Look at you… crawling, sobbing, like a dog begging for scraps. It’s delicious.
What’s the matter, Rachel? Suddenly shy? I said fucking strip bitch! Fucking strip you fucking slut!” he taunted, cocking his head with cruel amusement. “Or do you need another… reminder?” Her breath hitched, her eyes darting to the man Victor had just killed, the blood still pooling on the cold fl
Rachel’s heart seized, her chest tightening painfully. “No!” she gasped, her voice cracking, terror rushing through her veins as she tried to grab her son swiftly before victor got a hold of him. But before she could move, Victor’s hand shot out, grabbing Jamal’s arm in a crushing grip. Jamal strug