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.
Rachael’s world tilted as she stared at Victor, memories flooding back with a vengeance, hitting her like a ray of light. She could still remember that day—the sterile scent of the hospital room, the ache in her heart, and the cold, empty spot beside her where Victor was supposed to be. He hadn’t
But Chloe was far from done. Her eyes blazed with fury as she advanced on him, her fists clenched at her sides, trembling with the anger of years. “What the hell gives you the right to touch our kids?!” she screamed, her voice dripping with venom. “What, were you planning to kidnap them? Is that i
Rachael’s heart clenched at the words, fury bubbling up from the deepest parts of her. She stepped forward, her body tense and protective, her glare piercing right through Victor. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed, her voice low and trembling with rage. “Don’t you dare open your filthy mouth and call h
Jamal’s laughter echoed as he ran toward Damian, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him. “Uncle Damian!” he called out, his voice filled with joy that made the tension in the air feel momentarily lighter. Damian crouched just in time to catch him, lifting Jamal effortlessly, ruffli
"Fuck, Racheal, you take me so well," Damien growled, his breath ragged as he pushed deeper, harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Racheal's gasps and moans. She arched her back even more, offering herself fully to him, loving every second of his rough,
Trigger Warning: Explicit Content** Damien groaned deeply, his cock twitching inside her as he sucked harder, his mouth moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He bit down lightly, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her moans filling his ears. Racheal’s hips
"I know you're horny bsby. I can see you're rubbing your thighs. Come suck this cock" Damian muttered huskily as he spread his legs wide Racheal tugged at the loose knot of her robe, letting it fall slowly from her shoulders, her eyes locked onto Damien’s as the silky fabric slid to the floor. Be
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