LOGINVictor’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
Chloe’s bright laughter filled the phone again, and this time, Rachael felt a little more of the tension in her chest ease. “It’s better than good, Rach, I swear. You’re gonna flip! See you soon, love!” Before Rachael could respond, the line went dead. She stared down at the phone in her hand, the
Oh my God… no. No. It can’t be him.* Her thoughts raced, chaotic and uncontrollable, but her mouth had a mind of its own. "What the fuck?" she blurted out, the words escaping before she could even think. Mr. Matthew, who had been standing beside her going over the project details, turned sharply t
“No worries,” Rachael said smoothly, keeping her voice calm. “Just show me where I need to go.” The receptionist nodded quickly, practically tripping over herself as she gestured for Rachael to follow. “Right this way, Ms. Morgan. Again, I’m so sorry for the delay. Mr. Matthew will be thrilled to
Rachael’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. The traffic lights blurred in the distance, but her vision wasn’t focused on them. It wasn’t focused on anything but the overwhelming storm swirling in her head. The confrontation with Victor played on a loo







