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—
Rachael rushed home, barely able to contain her excitement. The bright lines on the pregnancy test still seemed surreal. After years of trying, endless doctor visits, and nights spent crying in Victor’s arms, it was finally happening. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. Today was th
Racheal sank into her couch, her hands mindlessly reaching for the array of junk food scattered on the coffee table. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saltiness of the chips she stuffed into her mouth. It had been a month since everything fell apart, and though she put on a brave face
As Racheal lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, Chloe’s panic transformed into urgent action. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands and dialed the number for a local doctor. “Dr. Harper? This is Chloe Wright. My friend, Racheal—she’s collapsed. Please, we need help right away!” Her voice was
As Racheal stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounded in her chest. She stood in front of Victor’s apartment complex, hesitating for a moment. The building looked the same as it always had, but today it felt different, more imposing. She took a deep breath, clutching her purse tightly as if it wou
**Warning a little bit steamy*** Victor leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool glass of whiskey in his hand offering a fleeting respite from his turbulent thoughts. As he sipped his whiskey, the argument with Racheal echoed in his mind, gnawing at him like a persistent ache. His eyes, harden
Months had passed since that fateful day in Chloe’s kitchen, but Racheal’s life had changed only slightly. Victor never came back. He listened to her pleas, nodded politely, but his heart had long moved on, and his eyes no longer held any trace of the love they once shared. Chloe had been right
With every contraction, Racheal’s resolve hardened. She had fought for love, lost it, and now she was fighting for something far more precious—the life of her unborn child. And for that, she would endure anything. As the ambulance doors closed and the sirens wailed, Racheal clung to Chloe’s presen
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