Damian sat at the head of the expansive boardroom table, a glass of untouched water in front of him, his sharp gaze flicking between the group of executives seated opposite him. The sun outside filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany table, but Damian’s mind was
As the door clicked shut behind them, Damian stood there for a moment, staring at the empty room, his chest heaving with the force of his anger. The silence was deafening, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He turned toward the windows, running a hand through his hair, his reflection
Damian had one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other casually draped over Racheal’s knee, giving her reassuring squeezes every now and then. He glanced at her from time to time, his earlier frustrations melting further away with each passing minute. For the first time today, his shoulders d
The moment the words left his mouth, Racheal’s eyes widened in horror, and Damian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as if he were trying to keep the car from veering off the road. “*What did you just say?*” Racheal’s voice came out in a high-pitched, stunned whisper as she whirled around to f
“Why, everything is perfectly fine,” Damian replied, his tone almost too light, a thin veneer covering the tension beneath. “It’s just a business call, baby.” He turned slightly away, focusing on the phone, but Racheal could sense the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. “A business call fr
Evelyn gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as the city lights blurred past her. Her hands shook on the steering wheel. She hadn’t even grabbed her coat, her phone, anything. She had stormed out of the house in a blind rage, the cold air biting at her through the thin sweater she
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she ran up the stone steps, each one slick with rainwater. Her clothes clung to her body, drenched and heavy as the storm raged on around her. Her hair stuck to her face, and the cold seeped into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably. She raised her fist,
Mrs. Beaumont’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she exhaled slowly. “Victor did what?” Evelyn’s gaze dropped to the floor, ashamed of how small her voice sounded. “He’s been seeing someone else… for a long time.” The words tasted bitter on her tongue, each one another reminder of the betrayal th
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