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
Racheal settled into her study room, the soft hum of the computer filling the air as she clicked through her latest project. . She had just returned from dropping Jamal off at school, and the house was quiet, save for the faint sounds of birds chirping outside the window. Her coffee cup, still half
But the woman simply chuckled—a soft, eerie sound that seemed to slither through the phone, making Racheal's skin crawl. “You think this is a game?” The woman’s voice was almost a whisper now, dark and unsettling. “Oh, Racheal… this is far from a game. This is your only warning. If you don’t leave h
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