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
Victor strode into the house, loosening his tie with a sigh, his mind preoccupied with the usual haze of work. As he passed through the dimly lit hallway, he noticed one of the maids, Maria, sitting with Daisy at the kitchen table. Daisy’s small frame was hunched over a bowl of cereal, her eyes w
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