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
"Damn it!" he growled, pulling the phone away and glaring at the screen as if it could somehow give him answers. His mind was racing, bouncing between anger and paranoia. "She dare not report me to my mother!" he hissed under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. “If she does…” He felt his
Victor smiled warmly, setting his fork down and turning to her. “Come here, sweetheart.” He gently lifted her from her seat and into his lap, holding her close for a moment. “You’ve had a busy day, haven’t you?” Daisy nodded lazily, her eyes half-closed. “Mhm… I’m really sleepy…” Victor kissed her
The creak of the door sent a chill down Victor’s spine, his hand freezing mid-motion as the sound echoed through the room. His heart, which had been hammering for one reason moments before, now pounded for another. Maria's breath hitched, her eyes wide with sudden realization as she pulled back, t
Victor stiffened, glancing nervously between the two women. The weight of Evelyn’s accusation hung thick in the air, and Maria, visibly flustered, was clearly caught off guard. Evelyn didn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes narrowed, scanning Maria up and down like a predator circling its prey. "And wh
Racheal stood in front of the mirror. The dress she had chosen—a sleek, form-fitting black gown—clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves with an understated elegance. She fastened a delicate necklace around her neck, its thin chain catching the light as she adjusted it in place, a
There was a long, drawn-out sigh on the other end of the line, the sound of Uncle Clark wrestling with his emotions. When he spoke again, his voice was laced with anger, though it was clear he was trying to remain calm. “I don’t like the idea of him being anywhere near you or Jamal,” he said firmly
Evelyn’s hand paused mid-brushstroke, her mascara wand hovering just above her lashes as she turned her head slightly to meet his gaze in the mirror. Her perfectly arched brow lifted in disbelief, the corners of her mouth twitching with irritation. The soft lighting highlighted the shimmer of her
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