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.
Jamal repeated the name softly, rolling it around in his mind. “Do you know her?” Rachael’s jaw tightened. “Yes, I know her. I’ve known her for a long time.” Silence followed her words, but she could sense that Jamal wasn’t done. He had that curious look in his eyes, the one that always meant more
*Damian's Pov* Damian sat at his desk, the usual mountain of paperwork strewn about in front of him, but his mind was far from the contracts and numbers he usually excelled at. His thumb brushed the velvet box resting in the drawer beside him, the one he had opened and closed at least a dozen tim
Damian’s breath caught in his throat, rage bubbling up so fast and so fiercely that it almost choked him. The past came crashing down on him in that moment—the betrayal, the gut-wrenching pain of discovering her in bed with his own brother, the anger that had festered inside him for months. He ha
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