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
“I can’t believe Victor would say such a thing to you! How!” Sarah’s voice broke the silence. Evelyn had told her what victor said concerning bringing Jamal in. She turned to face Evelyn fully, her expression hard, disbelieving. “He wants to bring Rachael’s son into your home? That’s wrong—so wro
She looked out at Daisy again, watching her daughter’s carefree joy, and her heart ached with love and fear. She would do anything to protect her. Anything. But was she capable of going that far? Evelyn pulled her cardigan tighter, a shiver running through her despite the warmth of the day. “I can’
Finally, a voice broke through the silence, deep and familiar. "Babe? Are you good?" She froze in place, the sound of Damian’s voice washing over her like a wave. The tension in her body didn’t ease, but for a moment, she felt grounded. He was real. He could help. "Damian.." her voice cracked, a
Rachael stood in the middle of her bedroom, her hands trembling as she pulled clothes from the dresser and tossed them into a large suitcase.The decision to leave had been hard enough, but the looming thought of facing Victor’s wrath made her stomach churn. She wiped a tear from her cheek, her hea
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
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