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
"Please, Mummy! I want to go to Daddy's place!" Jamal's small voice pierced the quiet of Rachael's room as he bounced energetically beside her desk. His chubby hands gripped the edge of her chair, tugging at her sleeve with urgency. Meanwhile, Rachael's fingers flew over the keyboard, the relentl
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the computer aside and knelt down to Jamal's level. His small frame seemed so fragile, his face a mix of confusion and hurt. The sight nearly undid her. She reached out and pulled him close, hugging him tightly. He didn’t resist, resting his head against her shoulder
“That’s good,” Damian replied. “I miss the little guy.” Rachael could hear the smile in his voice, but her own didn’t come as easily. She hesitated, her fingers lightly drumming against the table. “Damian... there’s something I need to talk to you about.” His tone shifted, immediately sensing the
Daisy seemed to sense the change in her mother's face, her bright smile fading as she glanced at her mother in the mirror. Her little brows furrowed, and she bit her lip, hesitant. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice soft and unsure. “Mummy… are you and Daddy okay now?” Her question hu
Victor glanced over Daisy’s shoulder, his eyes landing on Evelyn. “How’ve you been?” he asked, his tone casual, as though the heavy air between them didn’t exist. As though the bruises he left—now healed but never forgotten—were nothing more than a distant memory. Evelyn shifted in her seat, her fi
Victor's face twisted, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice low and dripping with contempt. "You have no idea what hurt is, Evelyn. Not yet." Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of pain and fear, but also an anger that burned deep inside her. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—let
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