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
Victor stared up at him, a mix of anger, shame, and something that almost looked like fear in his bloodshot eyes. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled groan. Damian let go of his collar, shoving him backward with disdain. Victor landed on his back, staring at the sky, his chest
Damian glanced at Rachael as he drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with each mile. He could sense the quiet tremors in her breath, the faint sobs she was trying to hide. Today’s events had stirred something deep within her, reopening wounds that were never truly healed. Jamal, se
He looked at her, taken aback. “But you’re clearly shaken up. It’s okay to take a break….” Rachael cut him off, her voice steady despite the emotional strain she was under. “I’m fine, okay? You can’t just cancel what you took your time to plan because of this small shenanigan.” Her words were sharp
Rachael stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately gliding over her skin as she applied a touch of makeup. She preferred it light—just enough to enhance her features without feeling caked under layers of products. The soft glow of her vanity lights highlighted her natural beauty, but her min
Rachael's eyebrows arched in surprise, her smile widening. She hadn’t expected such a sophisticated term from her young son. “Wow! That’s a big word, Jamal. Do you know what it means?” Jamal’s face lit up with pride, his small chest puffing out slightly as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Mummy. I
Jamal’s brow furrowed slightly as he absorbed her words. “So, we’re not a family with Uncle Damian yet?” Rachael shook her head gently, trying to smile through the complexity of her feelings. “Not yet, sweetheart. Right now, we’re just enjoying our time together, and we’re taking things one step
The call went to voicemail. Rachael nearly screamed in frustration. She dialed again, her hands shaking so badly she could barely press the button. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. She let out a strangled breath, her body feeling like it was on the verge of collapse. What if Victor had taken him? What if—
"Ms. Kelly!" Rachael’s voice trembled as it left her throat, louder than she intended. Panic was already creeping into her chest, winding tighter with every second that passed. She hurried across the playground, her eyes scanning every inch. Where is he? She kept thinking, her pulse racing faster th
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