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
“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
*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
Victor’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
Victor’s eyes gleamed with delight, an almost feral hunger as he watched Damian crumble. He tilted his head, studying Damian’s broken form with a twisted satisfaction. “Oh, Damian,” he purred, relishing each syllable. “Look at you… crawling, sobbing, like a dog begging for scraps. It’s delicious.
What’s the matter, Rachel? Suddenly shy? I said fucking strip bitch! Fucking strip you fucking slut!” he taunted, cocking his head with cruel amusement. “Or do you need another… reminder?” Her breath hitched, her eyes darting to the man Victor had just killed, the blood still pooling on the cold fl
Rachel’s heart seized, her chest tightening painfully. “No!” she gasped, her voice cracking, terror rushing through her veins as she tried to grab her son swiftly before victor got a hold of him. But before she could move, Victor’s hand shot out, grabbing Jamal’s arm in a crushing grip. Jamal strug