“Watch yourself, Victor! You think you can just waltz back into my life like nothing ever happened? You have a wife! A family! What the *hell* Are you here, messing with me again?” Victor’s smirk barely faltered. He just stood there, his gaze cool, calm, and patronizing, as if her words barely reac
Rachael’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. The traffic lights blurred in the distance, but her vision wasn’t focused on them. It wasn’t focused on anything but the overwhelming storm swirling in her head. The confrontation with Victor played on a loo
Chloe’s bright laughter filled the phone again, and this time, Rachael felt a little more of the tension in her chest ease. “It’s better than good, Rach, I swear. You’re gonna flip! See you soon, love!” Before Rachael could respond, the line went dead. She stared down at the phone in her hand, the
Rachael sighed, the tension returning to her shoulders as she ran a hand through her hair. “I ran into Victor at the company where I went to sign that deal. I wasn’t expecting it. One minute, I’m going over the contract, and then boom, there he is—standing in the doorway like nothing’s changed.” C
Rachael smiled wider now, feeling the warmth of Chloe’s words spread through her, soothing some of the ache in her chest. It was exactly what she needed to hear, exactly what Chloe did best—standing up for her, fighting for her, even when Rachael didn’t have the energy to do it herself. Chloe final
“He was so attentive. I mean, every single touch, every kiss—it was like he knew exactly what I wanted, exactly where to touch. I swear I lost count of how many times I—” Chloe interrupted with a loud squeal, her hands clapping together in pure excitement. “Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes!” She couldn’t s
Both women stood there, frozen for a moment, the realization settling in. Rachael’s heart thudded loudly in her chest as she stared at the woman in front of her. But it was Evelyn who looked more shocked—her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, as if the slap hadn’t been the only thing that rattled her
Evelyn’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, the fear surfacing again. “Scare you?” she scoffed, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. “I don’t need to scare you, Rachael. I’ve already won. I have everything—Victor, the house, the life you wanted. And look at you—alone, bitter, desperate.
Rachel stood frozen in the doorway of the hospital room, her breath hitching as her eyes locked on the small, fragile figure lying on the bed. The machines around him beeped steadily, their cold, mechanical sounds a stark contrast to the warmth she so desperately wanted to feel in this moment. Her h
Unknown Men POV The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the flickering shadows of the cigar smoke curling through the air. The boss sat reclined in his leather chair, his tailored suit flawless even in the muted light. The thick cigar between his fingers smoldered as he took
Racheal’s lawyer stood with a smirk on her face, the weight of victory hanging in the air. She turned to the courtroom, her gaze sharp as she addressed the defense. “As you have all heard, the truth has come straight from the horse’s mouth. Do you have anything to say in defense of your clients?”
Clara swore to tell the truth, her voice a whisper as she raised her right hand, her fingers trembling like fragile leaves caught in a breeze. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, making her seem smaller, as though the truth she was about to reveal would shatter everything. She stood at t
The judge’s gavel struck the desk with a sharp, commanding crack, its sound reverberating off the high walls, and the murmurs of the crowd immediately fell into an uneasy quiet. Judge Theodore Marlow, a man known for his unwavering sternness and unyielding gaze, spoke with a voice that rang out acro
The atmosphere of the courthouse shifted as they walked down the hallway—voices and footsteps. Racheal could feel the buzz of activity around her, but it seemed distant, almost muffled, as if the world were holding its breath. When they reached the courtroom doors, Racheal paused for just a moment.
Racheal sat in the conference room, her fingers drumming restlessly on the polished surface of the table, a subconscious attempt to channel the nervous energy that coiled inside her. Across from Racheal, her lawyer, Ms. Jeanine Harper, sat poised and collected. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flicked
“Always, love,” Damian said softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I’ll always believe in you.” As he held her, the storm inside her began to settle, though the pain never fully disappeared. She knew she would carry it with her to that courtroom, where she would fight not just for justice,
Racheal stood in front of the mirror, her hand trembling slightly as she guided the flat iron through her hair. Each strand fell in glossy, sleek perfection, but her movements felt mechanical, her mind miles away. Her reflection stared back at her, her dark eyes shadowed with exhaustion and pain.