As Racheal stepped out of the sleek black town car, the cool evening air brushed against her bare shoulders, carrying the faint scent of expensive perfumes mingled with the night breeze. "Racheal!" a familiar voice called from a few feet away. She turned to see Matthew approaching, his warm smile i
Racheal tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’d have to say India, actually. The regulatory environment there can be incredibly complex, and every state has its own set of rules. “But what made it fascinating was how much room there is for growth in the technology and sustainability sectors. It was a s
James nodded in agreement. “You’re exactly the kind of person every company needs—a visionary with the skills to back it up.” Olivia smiled, her tone light yet genuine. “And not to mention, every man’s dream partner in business, I’d say. You’ve got brains, talent, and charm. Quite the combination.”
Victor had finally snapped out of his shock, his face now a mask of barely concealed rage. He leaned closer to Evelyn, his posture tense, whispering something hurriedly in her ear. Evelyn, who had been silent and wide-eyed since they entered, suddenly looked animated, her lips curling into a tigh
Victor’s hands curled into fists at his side, his jaw tightening. He could feel Evelyn tensing beside him, her impatience like a coiled spring ready to snap. "Victor!" she hissed again, her voice sharp with urgency. "She’s outbidding you. Don’t let her win! You have to go higher!" "I know!" he sna
The auctioneer’s voice rang out across the hall. “One hundred and seventy thousand from the lady in the front! Do I hear one hundred and eighty?” Victor’s breath caught in his throat. He felt as though the room was closing in on him, the pressure building to unbearable levels. He could see Evelyn’s
“Racheal! Babe, open up! I’ve got my hands full here!” An unmistakable sound with a child's laughter erupted from outside followed by the following screech of her best friend Chloe.. She pulled herself off the bed and made her way to the door. The second it cracked open, Chloe barged in with all th
Before Racheal and Chloe could even finish their playful conversation, a loud, jarring thud echoed from down the hallway, cutting through their laughter like a knife. The loud sound came from Jamal's room. “What was that?!” Racheal’s voice was sharp with panic, her heart jumping into her throat as
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