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
He gestured to the hallway. "We’re not doing this here." Numbly, Racheal followed him out of the waiting room, her mind a whirlwind of panic and dread. The moment they stepped into the empty hallway, Damian stopped and turned to face her. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mixture of pain and f
As Racheal was dealing with everything in the hospital, Victor’s house was figuratively on fire. Victor leaned against the window, staring out at the meticulously landscaped garden, his face set in a hardened expression. He had made up his mind. The house, with its three excessive living rooms a
Daisy’s tearful eyes pierced through him, making him realize just how far things had gone. He had let his temper control him, and now his daughter was looking at him like he was a monster. “I—I didn’t mean to, Daisy,” Victor stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daisy wasn’t listening. She clung to her
**Warning Trigger: Explicit Content*** “Whiskey. Double.” The burn of the liquor was a welcome distraction from the thoughts brewing in his chest and mind. But the alcohol wasn’t enough to calm him. He needed more. Something physical, primal. His fists tightened on the glass as he downed the last
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