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
“Yes!” Evelyn shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. “Yes, it *is* too much to ask when your daughter is sitting here, looking at you with *those eyes*, begging for your attention! You don’t get to ‘unwind’ when she needs you! You don’t get to just *check out* because you’re tired! That’s not how
*Trigger: Warning: Abusive Content** He didn’t rush to cover himself. Instead, he sat there, letting the moment fester as the tension thickened between them. His lips curled into a sneer, and the disgust Evelyn felt only grew stronger as his chest heaved, his breath shallow and uneven. "What the
Evelyn’s jaw dropped, her stomach twisting in horror. "What the *hell* are you saying?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Victor’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "You heard me. I want a *son*. A real man to pass my name down to. And you? You couldn’t even give me that. All you gave me was
"You know what?" His voice was low, his breath heavy and dangerous. "I'm still hard as fuck, and unless you want to go down on your knees and suck my cock like the filthy little slut you are, I suggest you get your act together." Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn’t fear that fueled h
The chapel’s heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing Uncle Clark standing with a quiet strength. His arm was steady as he offered it to Rachel, his aged eyes glistening with emotion. His smile, both proud and bittersweet, told her everything: he had seen her rise from the ashes of a life that nea
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
“You really thought you could outrun me, Victor?” Romano’s voice was low, smooth, and filled with a venomous calm that sent chills down the spines of his men flanking him. He took a measured step forward, the sound of his polished shoes striking the pavement echoing like a countdown. “Disappointing.
Trigger Warning: Violence Act The city was a pressure cooker, and Dante could feel it ready to blow. “Where the hell is Victor?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the stale air in the car. His fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles drained of color, veins pulsing angrily. Swea
"You must take me with you!" Victor scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at her forehead. “You’re delusional, Evelyn. Do you really think you’re worth anything to me? Say goodbye, Evelyn.” He cocked the gun, his voice dropping to a chillin
*Trigger Warning: Dark Themes, Violence** “Time to get Victor out of there.” The words rolled off his tongue, low and menacing. A dark-skinned man, his muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt, adjusted the loaded pistol with practiced ease, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He sniff
Is everything alright?” the doctor began, his tone gentle, but the words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the bed. Jamal—who had been motionless, unresponsive for what felt like an eternity—was no longer lying still. He was sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady, but unmistakably alive
They say miracles happen to those who believe, but Rachel had repeated that mantra to herself so many times that the words had lost their weight, becoming hollow whispers in the dark. Nights stretched into weeks, weeks into months, as she sat by Jamal's bedside, her heart heavy with a despair she da