– Dad, make it stop! It hurts!

The scream echoed through the marble halls of the Navaro mansion.

It sounded like a sharp blade tearing through the silence.

Adrien Navaro, the real estate titan, spilled the beans.

He was a feared man, capable of bending markets with a single phone call.

But at that moment, he was just a terrified father running towards his son’s room.

Lucas, her six-year-old son, was curled up in a ball on the enormous bed.

Her small fingers squeezed her stomach with desperate force.

Her face was soaked with tears.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably.

Her screams were raw, almost breathless.

It was the fifth attack in two weeks.

Five times Adrien had stood there, useless, watching his son writhe.

The best specialists in the city had performed scans, blood tests, and ultrasounds on him.

All results were perfectly normal.

Nothing explained the pain.

But the suffering was undeniably real.

Lucas’s sobs echoed in Adrien’s chest like hammer blows.

The nannies never lasted.

Some fled after the first night, whispering about shadows in the house.

Others left, consumed by fear.

Now, yet another woman was trembling at the door, unable to hide her panic as Lucas screamed again.

Adrien tried to calm him down.

A billionaire with the world at his feet, powerless against what tormented his son

I would have given every deal, every luxury, every penny to alleviate Lucas’s pain for just one minute.

But nothing worked.

I had no idea that salvation wouldn’t come from a doctor.

It would come from a quiet woman named Amara Brooks

Adrien hadn’t slept in almost two days when the new candidate was announced.

She was the seventh nanny in three months.

She went down the grand staircase expecting to see another timid woman ready to quit.

But when she reached the lobby, she froze.

Amara Brooks was standing by the door.

She was a tall, black woman with calm eyes the color of warm earth.

She was wearing simple clothes: dark jeans and a cream blouse.

But there was something about his bearing.

A solid confidence that seemed out of place in that world of marble and fear.

When he extended his hand, his grip was firm and warm.

– I’m here for the job.

He said it calmly, without apology, with absolute certainty.

Adrien scanned his resume.

Five years in pediatric nursing.

Two more babysitting for wealthy families.

Perfect references.

– Too perfect. Why did she leave the hospital? – he asked

A shadow crossed her face, quick and illegible.

– Personal reasons.

She looked at him with a courage he wasn’t used to

– I prefer to work directly with children.

He paused and added:

“Your son’s pain doesn’t scare me, Mr. Navaro. I’ve seen things that doctors can’t always explain.”

The words hit him like a cold wind.

“Superstition again,” he thought.

He almost fired her at that moment.

But then Lucas shouted upstairs.

A sharp, painful, and desperate cry.

Something inside Adrien broke.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Come with me.”

Without hesitation, Amara followed him upstairs.

Upon entering Lucas’s room, her expression softened completely.

She knelt beside the trembling child with infinite tenderness.

It was the gaze of someone who had carried their own pain and recognized it in another.

Even Adrien felt it: this woman was different.

Lucas’ breathing was shallow.

Her small body trembled under the cotton sheets.

Amara stayed by his side.

Her hands floated over the child’s abdomen, not yet touching him, only feeling.

Adrien stood at the foot of the bed, torn between despair and suspicion.

“Your pain always starts here, right?” Amara asked gently.

“Yes,” Adrien replied, his voice breaking. “And it keeps getting worse.”

She gently pressed her fingertips around the child’s navel.

Slow, careful, professional.

Lucas moaned at first.

Then he gasped sharply as her fingers paused low on his stomach

The boy opened his eyes, dark and terrified.

“There,” she whispered. “Something’s wrong here.”

Adrien’s heart skipped a beat.

The scanners showed nothing because they didn’t know what to look for.

The certainty of it sent a shiver down his spine.

Lucas suddenly grabbed Amara’s wrist, letting out a small scream.

Amara lowered her voice, turning it into a soft melody.

– Hey, hey, breathe with me. You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.

And miraculously, Lucas did it.

Her sobs subsided.

His tense muscles relaxed under her touch.

Adrien stared, stunned.

For weeks, no medicine had managed to calm his son

But this stranger, with her gentle hands and unwavering courage, accomplished it in less than a minute.

When Lucas finally fell into an exhausted sleep, Amara got up.

There was no fear in her eyes, only resolve.

“Mr. Navaro,” he said in a low voice, “I’m not going to lie to you.”

He paused, staring at him intently.

This is not ordinary pain. Your son needs help that no hospital can give him.

Adrien swallowed hard.

– What are you saying?

– I’m saying that Lucas isn’t simply sick. He’s being attacked.

The room seemed to tilt.

Adrien felt the air thicken.

– Attacked? – he repeated the word, heavy and unreal.

Amara didn’t blink.

Her silhouette was outlined against the dim light of the lamp.

“There’s something inside him,” she said. “Something that was put there on purpose.”

Her voice held no drama, only a devastating certainty.

Adrien shook his head.

– That’s impossible. My son is always with me or with the staff.

“Trust,” she interrupted gently, “is exactly how these things happen.”

The words cut deeper than any accusation.

Adrien slumped to the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples.

The truth hit him in waves he wasn’t ready for.

Six months of suffering.

And the idea that someone had done this to him intentionally made his stomach churn with rage.

Amara moved closer.

“I don’t know what the object is yet,” he continued. “But it’s moving.”

Adrien looked up.

Every time he eats, every time he drinks, he moves around. That’s why the doctors didn’t see him.

Her eyes softened.

– And that’s why he’s shouting.

Adrien looked at his son, frail and exhausted.

The rise and fall of Lucas’s chest seemed too vulnerable for such a cruel world.

“What do we do?” Adrien whispered.

Amara took a deep breath.

– Let me work. It won’t be easy, and you’ll have to believe in things that don’t appear on the hospital monitors

He met her gaze: firm, fearless, unwavering.

For the first time in weeks, Adrien felt something new.

Hope sharpened by terror.

Because if Amara was right, the real nightmare was just beginning.

Adrien didn’t know what terrified him more.

Whether it was the idea of ​​something supernatural harming her son, or the certainty with which Amara spoke.

She moved around the room with a silent purpose.

“What do you need from me?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

Amara turned around.

– Her trust. And a week. No questions, no interference

Adrien tensed.

– A week? He’s asking me to hand my son over to someone I met an hour ago

– I am asking you – she gently corrected – to give him a chance to live.

Silence throbbed in the room.

Adrien looked at Lucas’s pale cheeks.

Every instinct screamed at him to protect it, but he had run out of rational options.

“What if I say no?” she whispered.

Amara’s eyes darkened with a heavy truth.

– Then his pain will worsen every hour, until his body can no longer fight.

Adrien’s chest tightened painfully.

He had built empires and survived scandals.

But nothing had broken him like this moment.

– If it hurts him…

“I won’t,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m here because I can help him. And because someone didn’t want him to survive.”

A tremor of fear and fury ran through Adrien.

Someone had marked his son.

He took a deep breath, as if he were jumping into an abyss.

“One week,” he said. “Do what you have to do.”

Amara nodded once, like a soldier accepting a mission.

– Then we start tonight.

Night fell heavily on the mansion.

It was that kind of stillness that made the shadows feel alive.

Amara stayed by Lucas’s bedside.

Adrien hovered near the door, torn between fear and gratitude.

Around midnight, Lucas stirred, groaning in his sleep.

Amara leaned forward, passing a soothing hand over her forehead.

– Okay, baby. I’m here.

Something about the way she said it hit Adrien right in the chest.

She was fierce, protective.

He cleared his throat.

“Rodrigo prepared the guest room,” he said. “You don’t need to stay up all night.”

Amara didn’t turn around.

– Yes, I need it. Her worst episodes happen after midnight.

A shiver ran down Adrien’s spine.

– How do you know that?

She looked at him for the first time with eyes full of secrets.

– Because patterns like these are not random. They follow an intention.

– Intention? – he repeated bitterly.

– Whoever put that object inside him wants it to hurt when no one is watching – she said gently.

Darkness hides things.

Pain. Magic. Truth.

“Magic.”

Adrien hated that word.

But the fear in his gut whispered that she wasn’t wrong

Lucas groaned again, louder, clutching his stomach.

Amara placed both hands on the spot she had identified earlier.

Her eyes sharpened.

“He’s waking up,” he murmured.

Adrien felt a nauseating lurch in his stomach.

The longest night of their lives had just begun.

Lucas’s scream broke the fragile calm at 3:30 am

Adrien burst into the room, barefoot and breathless.

Her son was in the fetal position, with his fists closed on the sheets.

His body shook with each wave of agony.

– Lucas!

Adrien lunged towards him.

But Amara was already there.

Quick, precise, steady

“Hold his hand,” she ordered calmly amidst the chaos. “Don’t let go!”

Adrien obeyed instantly, grabbing Lucas’s trembling fingers.

Amara pressed both palms against the child’s abdomen.

A strange heat radiated from her skin.

Something was throbbing underneath.

Wrong. Unnatural.

“What’s happening?” Adrien choked

Impotence was eating him up inside.

“This,” Amara murmured, “is what I needed to provoke. The entity is reacting.”

The word “entity” made the room spin.

Amara began to whisper rhythmic phrases in a language he did not recognize.

The air around her seemed to buzz.

Pearly sweat on his forehead.

Her breathing quickened, but her hands never faltered.

Slowly and agonizingly, Lucas’s screams turned into gasps.

Then, in silent shivers.

Her small body softened against the mattress.

Adrien looked at Amara as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Her eyes shone with fierce determination.

But beneath the strength lay pain and memory.

He wasn’t just fighting for Lucas.

He was fighting against something older, something personal.

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief.

He blinked, looking at Adrien, his voice fragile but clear.

“Dad.” He stopped

Adrien’s eyes burned.

Relief, disbelief, and terror collided within him.

Amara withdrew her hands, trembling from the effort.

– This was just the beginning – she whispered.

Adrien finally understood.

What lived inside his son had just awakened.

And Amara was the only one who could face it

For a long moment, Adrien could only look at his son.

Lucas lay inert but at peace.

Adrien looked up and found Amara leaning heavily against the bed frame.

She was pale.

“Amara,” he whispered, taking a step toward her.

She straightened up before he could touch her

He drew strength from somewhere he didn’t understand.

“I need your full attention now,” she said, her voice firmer than her body.

Adrien swallowed.

– Whatever. Just tell me.

She took a breath

– The object inside Lucas… was placed there intentionally.

He paused.

– It’s not natural. It’s designed to move, hide, and cause agony without leaving a medical trace

A metallic taste filled Adrien’s mouth.

– Are you saying that someone cursed my son?

Amara nodded.

– Someone who knows him. Someone who wanted to break you through him

The words fell like blows.

Adrien stepped back, grabbing the edge of the dresser.

Names flashed through his mind.

Rivals, enemies, former partners.

But none of them seemed capable of something so monstrous.

– Who? – he scratched.

“I don’t know yet,” Amara admitted. “But the pattern isn’t amateurish.”

He lowered his voice.

This was done by someone powerful. Someone paid for this.

He took another step closer

– And whoever it is, they will know that tonight’s ritual disrupted their work.

A shiver ran through Adrien.

– What does that mean?

Amara looked him in the eyes, without fear.

– That means they’re going to counterattack.

For the first time, Adrien realized that the battle for his son’s life had only just begun.

The mansion felt colder the following morning.

Adrien found Amara in the kitchen.

She was grinding herbs and heating water with precise movements.

His right hand was trembling slightly.

“I should rest,” Adrien said.

“I will,” she replied softly, “when he is safe.”

Adrien approached.

“Tell me what happened last night. Everything.”

Amara paused the spoon over the steaming cup

– What he saw was only the surface. That object responded to my touch because it recognized what I am.

– And what are you?

She looked at him, something ancient flickering in her gaze.

– A protector. My grandmother trained me to be one.

Then he hesitated.

There’s something else you should know.

Adrien’s stomach tightened

– What?

– The curse inside Lucas wasn’t random. It was personal.

Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from sorrow

– The energy signature… I’ve felt it before. Years ago.

– Whose? – Adrien whispered.

Amara closed her eyes.

– From the same people who destroyed my father.

The room fell into absolute silence.

Adrien understood that she had not arrived by coincidence.

– What do you mean? – he asked.

– Five years ago, my father tried to expose a financial conspiracy.

She spoke very softly.

They made sure he never spoke. They framed him, discredited him, and then cursed him.

The truth was floating in the air.

– The same signature I felt inside Lucas was the one that killed my father.

Adrien staggered as memories flooded back.

The scandal. The accusations.

The partner he believed had betrayed him.

– Amara… her father… what was his name?

She stared at him.

– Richard Brooks.

The name flashed in Adrien’s mind.

Richard. The man he once trusted and then condemned

The man whose death had silently haunted him.

Her legs almost gave way.

God. Amara. I didn’t know. I never knew.

“I know,” she said gently. “That’s why I came. To find out the truth, not to punish him.”

Her voice faltered.

– And to save Lucas. Because no child should pay for the sins of adults

Adrien slumped into a chair, digging his fingers into his hair.

“I destroyed his father,” he whispered hoarsely. “I believed the lies. I helped bury an innocent man.”

Amara approached.

Her expression wasn’t one of forgiveness, but something more complex.

“You were deceived, Adrien. Manipulated.”

Tension filled the space between them.

– The people who cursed my father are the same ones who cursed his son. We are both victims of the same enemy.

A soft cry echoed from above.

– Lucas!

Adrien jumped, but Amara put a hand on his arm.

– They’re just aftershocks. His body is adjusting

He looked at him urgently.

– But we don’t have much time. We must extract the object completely.

“Tell me what to do,” he pleaded. “I’ll do anything.”

Amara held his gaze.

Exhaustion was visible on his face.

“Stay by my side,” she said. “Not just for Lucas, but for the truth about our parents.”

Her voice trembled.

– And when this is over, Adrien Navarro, nothing in your life will be the same

The following hours passed in a fragile calm.

Lucas slept upstairs, protected by the ritual.

Near sunset, Amara looked out of the guest room window.

I was tired. Really tired.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Adrien entered.

He no longer had the arrogance he used as a shield.

Only raw honesty remained

– Amara – he began –. I don’t know how to handle any of this.

She swallowed.

– About her father, the curse… what I believed for so long.

He took a step toward her

– But I want you to know something. I trust you.

The words resonated deeply.

Not because I’m desperate, although God knows I am. But because He has given me every reason to do it.

Amara turned to face him.

The afternoon light illuminated the sadness and strength in her gaze.

“He doesn’t owe me his trust,” she murmured. “He owes it to his son.”

– And you – he said in a low voice.

He approached carefully.

– Even so… I regret being who I was.

There was no romance in the air.

Just two people united by grief and an unfinished battle.

For the first time, Amara felt the beginning of a healing.

Dangerous, uncertain, but real.

Night covered the mansion like a cloak.

Amara sat down next to Lucas’s bed, brushing a curl away from her forehead.

The child slept without pain for the second night in a row.

Adrien watched from the doorway with a reverent expression.

When she turned around, their eyes met.

“She’s healing,” Amara whispered.

– Thank you – said Adrien, approaching.

– Thanks to you staying, even when you should have run.

Amara shook her head gently.

– I stayed because someone had to break the cycle. Inherited pain doesn’t heal unless someone decides to stop carrying it.

He looked at Lucas again.

– Your son didn’t deserve the weight of his past. And neither did I.

Adrien’s chest tightened.

He knelt beside her.

– Then let me help you finish what your father started.

Her voice trembled with years of regret.

Let’s bring all of this to light. Together.

Amara exhaled slowly.

For the first time in years, people allowed themselves to believe that justice was possible.

I wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

Sometimes, the people who come into our lives during our darkest moments are not accidents.

They are mirrors, reminders, and guides.

Healing often begins the moment we admit that we cannot fight alone.

And forgiveness is the bridge that takes us from the past to the life we ​​deserve.

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Would you forgive someone who hurt you without knowing the truth?
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