“Good,” she spat, stepping even closer, her eyes narrowing. “Because the answer is no.” Victor stood there, visibly trembling, but this time he managed to hold Racheal’s gaze. His lips parted, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to try and defend himself. Instead, his words came out despe
Racheal sped down the highway, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing as fast as the car. Jamal. Her son. Her world. The thought of something happening to him was unbearable. She tried to steady her breath, but it came out shaky, the anxiety gnawing at her insides.
It echoed in the hollow space between them, and for a moment, he felt his heart crack under its weight. But something in him—something raw and dark—snapped. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms as the anger, so long buried beneath layers of regret and pride, surged through him with a vi
Victor’s heart clenched, guilt slicing through him like a blade. He knew she was right—at least part of her was right—but that didn’t change the truth of why he left. “I know I failed him. I know I failed *you*,” he said, his voice rough, raw. “But I’m here now. And I’m not leaving. You can hate m
The shock of the punch left him dizzy for a moment, but the anger rising inside him burned just as fiercely. “Damian!” Racheal’s voice cut through the room, sharp and filled with panic. She rushed between them, pushing against Damian’s chest with both hands, trying to stop him from going in for ano
Damian couldn't sit still any longer. His leg bounced restlessly, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on, as they all waited for the doctor to return with news about Jamal. But there was something else bubbling under Damian
Mummy? Uncle Damian? Why are you all shouting?" The room fell silent, as if time itself had stopped. Racheal’s heart skipped a beat, her body freezing for a moment as she slowly turned toward the hospital bed. There, staring back at her with groggy but familiar brown eyes, was Jamal. Her son. Awake
"No, buddy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just… I wasn’t here when I should’ve been." Jamal blinked, still not fully understanding, but he gave his father a small nod. "It's okay, Daddy. I’m okay now." Racheal glanced up at Victor, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Instea
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