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
Racheal sat there, her heart pounding in her chest as the sound of the sirens grew louder, closer, yet it felt like time had slowed to an agonizing crawl. Her trembling hands were stained with blood, her son’s blood. The cold realization settled in her bones, twisting her stomach into knots. This
They moved quickly, efficiently, strapping Jamal to a stretcher, securing his head. “We need to get him to the hospital immediately. There’s significant head trauma, and we’ll need to run tests to determine the severity.” Head trauma. The words hit her like a sledgehammer. Racheal’s mind swirled wi
“Maam?” His voice was calm, steady, but Racheal could hear the tension behind it. “Yes, I’m here. Is Jamal okay?” Her voice cracked, barely holding it together. She took a step forward, her hands trembling as she wrung them together. The doctor’s expression was unreadable, and that terrified her m
Racheal froze . She had expected anger, but this... this was different. This wasn’t the man she knew—this was something raw, untamed, and terrifying. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers gripping the phone tightly as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. "Damian, I—" sh
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