“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
Her mind conjured images she didn’t want to see—Damian involved in something dangerous, maybe even violent. Was he part of some secret world she couldn’t even begin to understand? Was she in danger just by being with him? “No,” she muttered to herself, trying to shake off the fear. “This is ridicul
Victor turned as soon as he heard Evelyn's hesitant footsteps. His face broke into a wide, almost too perfect smile, the kind of smile that made her heart flutter once but now it sent shivers down her spine. “Look, baby,” Victor called out softly to Daisy, his voice laced with a sickening sweetnes
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