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
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