Clara swore to tell the truth, her voice a whisper as she raised her right hand, her fingers trembling like fragile leaves caught in a breeze. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, making her seem smaller, as though the truth she was about to reveal would shatter everything. She stood at t
Racheal’s lawyer stood with a smirk on her face, the weight of victory hanging in the air. She turned to the courtroom, her gaze sharp as she addressed the defense. “As you have all heard, the truth has come straight from the horse’s mouth. Do you have anything to say in defense of your clients?”
Unknown Men POV The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the flickering shadows of the cigar smoke curling through the air. The boss sat reclined in his leather chair, his tailored suit flawless even in the muted light. The thick cigar between his fingers smoldered as he took
Rachel stood frozen in the doorway of the hospital room, her breath hitching as her eyes locked on the small, fragile figure lying on the bed. The machines around him beeped steadily, their cold, mechanical sounds a stark contrast to the warmth she so desperately wanted to feel in this moment. Her h
They say miracles happen to those who believe, but Rachel had repeated that mantra to herself so many times that the words had lost their weight, becoming hollow whispers in the dark. Nights stretched into weeks, weeks into months, as she sat by Jamal's bedside, her heart heavy with a despair she da
Is everything alright?” the doctor began, his tone gentle, but the words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the bed. Jamal—who had been motionless, unresponsive for what felt like an eternity—was no longer lying still. He was sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady, but unmistakably alive
*Trigger Warning: Dark Themes, Violence** “Time to get Victor out of there.” The words rolled off his tongue, low and menacing. A dark-skinned man, his muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt, adjusted the loaded pistol with practiced ease, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He sniff
"You must take me with you!" Victor scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at her forehead. “You’re delusional, Evelyn. Do you really think you’re worth anything to me? Say goodbye, Evelyn.” He cocked the gun, his voice dropping to a chillin
“You really thought you could outrun me, Victor?” Romano’s voice was low, smooth, and filled with a venomous calm that sent chills down the spines of his men flanking him. He took a measured step forward, the sound of his polished shoes striking the pavement echoing like a countdown. “Disappointing.
Trigger Warning: Violence Act The city was a pressure cooker, and Dante could feel it ready to blow. “Where the hell is Victor?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the stale air in the car. His fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles drained of color, veins pulsing angrily. Swea
"You must take me with you!" Victor scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at her forehead. “You’re delusional, Evelyn. Do you really think you’re worth anything to me? Say goodbye, Evelyn.” He cocked the gun, his voice dropping to a chillin
*Trigger Warning: Dark Themes, Violence** “Time to get Victor out of there.” The words rolled off his tongue, low and menacing. A dark-skinned man, his muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt, adjusted the loaded pistol with practiced ease, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He sniff
Is everything alright?” the doctor began, his tone gentle, but the words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the bed. Jamal—who had been motionless, unresponsive for what felt like an eternity—was no longer lying still. He was sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady, but unmistakably alive
They say miracles happen to those who believe, but Rachel had repeated that mantra to herself so many times that the words had lost their weight, becoming hollow whispers in the dark. Nights stretched into weeks, weeks into months, as she sat by Jamal's bedside, her heart heavy with a despair she da
Rachel stood frozen in the doorway of the hospital room, her breath hitching as her eyes locked on the small, fragile figure lying on the bed. The machines around him beeped steadily, their cold, mechanical sounds a stark contrast to the warmth she so desperately wanted to feel in this moment. Her h
Unknown Men POV The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the flickering shadows of the cigar smoke curling through the air. The boss sat reclined in his leather chair, his tailored suit flawless even in the muted light. The thick cigar between his fingers smoldered as he took
Racheal’s lawyer stood with a smirk on her face, the weight of victory hanging in the air. She turned to the courtroom, her gaze sharp as she addressed the defense. “As you have all heard, the truth has come straight from the horse’s mouth. Do you have anything to say in defense of your clients?”