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
"You think your precious Rachael is untouchable? That she’ll save you from your past? What’s your plan, hmm? You’re going to play house with her and forget everything we had?” She sneered, her words dripping with scorn. The venom in her voice made Damian’s stomach turn. His brother’s betrayal, her
Evelyn burst into her home like a hurricane, the door slamming so violently behind her that the sound echoed through the walls. Her body shook with fury, her nails digging into her palms as she paced, eyes wild with rage. “I can't believe she did that” she thought, her heart racing. "Who does she
“That’s wonderful, sweetheart!” Evelyn said, her mood momentarily lifting as she turned to grab the plates. “You’re my little champion!” But the moment was quickly shattered. Victor sat across the table, completely checked out, his face buried in his phone. His thumb scrolled lazily across the s
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