Jallen sat silently on the leather chair, his little fingers trembling as he clutched the edge of the desk. Tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving glistening trails on his dark skin. He looked too small for the chair—too broken for his age.
Victoria Langford, a 36-year-old self-made millionaire, leaned forward in disbelief. Her sapphire blue dress rippled as she knelt beside him, tissue in hand, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What did you say, sweetheart?”
The boy sniffled. His lip quivered.
“He tried to hurt me,” he repeated, looking toward the frosted glass door, eyes wide with fear.
Victoria turned instinctively. Through the distorted blur of glass, a shadow moved—broad shoulders, white shirt, approaching fast. It was Damian Roads, the man who claimed to be Jallen’s cousin. He had shown up at Victoria’s foundation two weeks ago with legal documents and a story. His sister had died in a car accident, and he was…..Read Full Story Here……………
