Relationship Stories & Experiences

** Married Against My Will**

Episode 4

I didn't stop running not when I was at the edge of escaping, I knew if they should get a hold of me.

I won't even livē to tell the story of what had happened to me.

I had already committed an āb0minātion, for h¡tting my husband.

I couldn't let them caught me.

I ran for my life, pāntìng hēāvily, I removed the grasses from the path way.

with my heart be@ting hēāvily, I jumped down , to the other side of monizull kingdom.

I stopped at the bus stops, there were alot of buses and trailer, people were entering the bus.

“ Lagos Lagos ” the driver announced, more people came rushing inside his bus.

I knew exactly, that was the bus that would take me to the big city,

I walked towards the bus,

the bus driver looked towards me

“ Lagos??” he asked

I nodded frantically “ five Kobo ” he said indicating, with his hands.

I brought out my coweries , handling it to him

“ what kind of n0ns£nse is this?” the driver asked in æñger

I was puzzled “ that is money ?

“ bush and local girl, would you leave here now ” the driver barked āggr£ssively

I jolted from my stands,

I slowly away from the bus stop, I watch as the bus take off, till it was out of sigh.

It was almost dawn, I was a bit w0rried and c0nfused.

I was still gazing at the road, when a the lady setting her food caffeine called me.

“ Good day ma ” I greeted

“ what are you doing here at this time ? don't you have a home to return to ? " she asked

" no I don't " I answered

“ you don't have a village ? " she asked in d¡sb£lief

“ no I....” I paused as my stomach grūmbled, due to huñg£r, It was so £mbrassing that I took my eyes away from hers.

“ I understand, you must be one of those girls who had ran away from home, my dear know that the big city is full of adventures and still it still cru£l out there ” she said adviced

but she stopped, seeing that I don't head to her advice, she doesn't understand would she ?

“ come help wash those d¡rty plates, and then I would give you some food ” she said.

after washing the numerous numbers of d¡rty plates, she served me rice and cold water, I quickly ate up the food.

I rested my back on the plastic chair, relaxing and same time letting the food to digēst.

after some few hours of helping her wash the remaining plates and her pots, she was about to leave since it was almost dark.

“ you need to find where to pass the night at, this place is not too good for girls to sleep, I would have taken you home to pass the night, but I can't, my husband needs to approve of me taking a str@nded str@nge in ” she mumbled an apology.

“ I would be fine out here ” I said encouraging my self.

“ take this ten Kobo and keep for yourself ” she said opening her apron ( wallet containing money )

“ thank you so much ma , God bless you ” I thank her, on my knees

“ no no , get up ” she said helping get on my feet.

I helped her packed her pots and plate on her wheelbarrow.

I watched as she rolled away from the road.

I walked āimlessly along the road, I was still w0ndering who would help me, when I suddenly būmped on someone.

“ are you blíñd ? ” the man asked me fū''ri0usly.

“ am so s0rry Mr, ” I apologized, as I raise my head to meet his face.

The village typewriter.

“ chioma, what are you doing here ?" he asked his face all p@le.

I hesitated a bit before I spoke.

“ I ran away from home ” I mumbled with my face down.

“ what?, why ?" he asked in āst0nishment

but I remained silent, I didn't want to say anymore words.

he nodded in understanding, knowing the reason I had run away from home.

“ I fully well understand, where are you going?" he asked

“ I don't have any place to stay ” I replied

“ this place isn't sāfe for girls, as na¡ve as you are, come along with me ” he mentioned.

I knew I shouldn't trust him, his eyes were staring lū''stfully at my br£āst, I knew he was no better than chief.

but I couldn't rējected his offer cause this place wasn't sāfe for girls.

I nodded at him, as he led the way to his house.

my eyes scanned everything looking at the whole place.

I had never seen so much cement house, only the king in our village owns a small cement house.

I had always knew we were living in b0ndāge.

The house was gray with green windows, I could not tell where the house began and where it ended, because it was joined to the other houses in the street, I had never seen such houses not even in those books I had read.

“ why does this houses looked joined ?" I asked him

he raised his brows, seemly surprised, that I know about houses or even has seen one.

“ I had seen houses in some books that I had read " I answered his unasked question.

he nodded before he spoke

“ this house is an estate building, you haven't seen such houses before ”.

He unfasten the keys, he opened the door into what looked like a tunnel, but it was a hall, a hall with flowers walls!

it was narrow and it seemed at first as if there were no windows, we climbed stairs upon stairs untill it seemed to be approaching the roof of the house, he opened one door and showed me into the room.

with a single bed at one end and a new settee, and a small table at the middle where book were scattered all over and a typewriting machine.

“ this is where you would live with me ” he said turning towards me.

“ you may go have your bath, in there ” he said gesturing to the bathroom.

“ follow me let me show you how things do work here ” he said as he led me towards the bathroom.

“ this the tap, and this the shower, just turned it on and off like this” he said twisting the tap Holder.

I nodded frantically, but I didn't move.

“ okay, I would give you some pr¡vācy, but if you ever encountered any pr0blēm don't forget to call me ” he said turning away, after staring at me for some few minutes.

been sure that he was gone, I slowly took of my clothes.

and sipped into the shower, the warm water touch my sk¡n, making me involuntarily mo@ning in relief.

I stood under the shower for some minutes, before I driēd my b0dy with the towel and wore my clothes back.

I pull the door opened and was sh0cked to find him at the door staring at me.

my gaze were on him.

“ I...I..I was just checking on you ” he stut"tered amist his word.

but I didn't respond, he was basically watching me the whole time n@k£d, any man who was caught in the act, in my village is been st0ne to d£ath, it was a law that had been there since the days of our forefathers.

“ I will go check something outside”

he awkwardly walked out of the room, even before I could respond.

I gently sat on the bed for some few hours, touching and looking at any book, I could fine on his table.

my eyes trailed on the a particular book title “ Beyond My Walls ” by Kelly James library, it wasn't only interesting but the suspense on every chapter, didn't let me drop the book.

I yawn sleepy, my eyes were now blū'rry, I carefully place the book on his table before dosing of to sleep.

I was still sleeping, when I felt someone car£ss¡ng me, I didn't though much to it.

the hand kept c@rēssing me, but my eyes flew opened when I felt someone touching my th¡'ghs.

my eyes opened from sh0ck and it slowly turned to t£rror.

there he was half n@kēd, staring at me intensively.

“ what are you doing ?" I asked him in a hushed voice.

“ come on, you are not a child and certainly not a v¡rg¡n, ” he spoke staring at me

“ am sorry but I don't want to do this please”

“ am sorry, you would have to satisfy my urge, I am hū'ñgry and I need you to satisfy my huñgēr ” he spoke staring at me intensively

“ then go eat , I am not your food” I barely spoke before he pulled me into the small bēd.....

Episode 5 typing......

Living with a neighbor who constantly shouted at any little thing was exhausting, to say the least. It seemed like she was always the loudest one around—laughing, snoring, even walking in a way that could probably be heard several floors up. It felt like her voice became the soundtrack to my daily life and I was desperate for a change.

I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to confront her one day, feeling the frustration boil over. To my surprise, her reaction was unexpected. When I addressed the extreme loudness that was causing so much irritation, she didn't take offense. Instead, she listened and surprisingly, things began to change.

The girl turned a new leaf. Quietly, her laughter softened, her movements became more considerate, and the house felt strangely peaceful. I thought her calmness when I brought up the issue could have been a way of mocking me, but as time went on, I realized it wasn't an act.

As she transformed her behavior, my feelings towards her began to change. What was once a strong dislike turned into a growing sense of fondness. We started talking more, and our initial animosity slowly evolved into a budding friendship. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I found myself looking forward to the possibility of a closer relationship in the long run.

Sometimes, the greatest surprises come from the most unexpected places, and the lousy neighbor who once filled my life with noise was now becoming a welcome presence on the quiet street we both called home.

Ade and Tunde were inseparable, always seen together while growing up as kids laughing and sharing dreams under the shade of the palm trees.

As time went by, jealousy crept into their friendship. Tunde, feeling overshadowed by Ade's success, started to harbor envy and resentment in his heart. He began to distance himself, refusing to share his dreams and ambitions with Ade anymore.

One day, Tunde saw an opportunity to undermine Ade by spreading malicious rumors about him. He whispered to Ade's acquaintances, "Ade is as unreliable as a wandering bird, he's a betrayer like a man who sneaks off when called upon."

Ade was shocked and hurt by Tunde's betrayal. He couldn't believe that his once dear friend would stoop so low as to spread lies about him. Despite Ade's attempts to reconcile, Tunde remained adamant, fueled by his own insecurities and envy.

Long story made short in the end, their friendship turned to bitterness, and they became sworn enemies. Even to the extent that they could pass each other on the streets with eyes filled with resentment, each carrying the weight of their broken friendship and the betrayal they once inflicted upon each other.

Once upon a time, in a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there were two best friends named Sophia and Cynthia. From the outside, they appeared to be charming and friendly young women, but beneath their smiles lurked a darkness that few could see.

Sophia and Cynthia were known throughout the town for their mischievous ways. They would play pranks on unsuspecting villagers, steal from local merchants, and spread rumors just for the thrill of it. Their wicked antics brought chaos wherever they went, and soon they became feared by all who crossed their path.

Despite their wicked reputation, Sophia and Cynthia shared a bond that was unbreakable. They had been friends since childhood, and their shared love for mischief only strengthened their connection. They reveled in each other's wickedness, pushing each other to new heights of depravity.

One day, while exploring the outskirts of town, Sophia and Cynthia stumbled upon an old abandoned mansion hidden deep in the woods. Intrigued by the mystery surrounding the place, they decided to investigate further. Inside, they discovered a dusty old book filled with dark spells and incantations.

Fascinated by the power it promised, Sophia and Cynthia began experimenting with the spells, unleashing dark forces they could barely comprehend. The once charming besties were consumed by the darkness, their wickedness taking on a sinister edge that sent shivers down the spines of the townspeople.

As their powers grew, Sophia and Cynthia's wicked deeds escalated to unimaginable levels. They used their dark magic to manipulate minds, control the elements, and wreak havoc on the town. The once peaceful community descended into chaos under their rule, and fear gripped the hearts of all who lived there.

But as their power grew, so did their arrogance. Sophia and Cynthia believed themselves to be invincible, untouchable by the consequences of their actions. Little did they know that their wickedness would ultimately be their downfall.

In a dramatic showdown with a group of brave villagers who had banded together to stop them, Sophia and Cynthia were finally defeated. The dark magic they had wielded turned against them, consuming them in a blaze of dark energy that left nothing behind but whispers on the wind.

And so, the tale of Sophia and Cynthia, the wicked besties of the town, came to a tragic end. Their legacy lived on as a cautionary tale of the dangers of unchecked wickedness and the consequences of playing with dark forces beyond one's control.

Today, I saw a little boy walking happily with his mom. They looked like they were just coming from a barbershop because the boy had a fresh, clean haircut. His face was beaming as he held his mom's hand, hopping along and humming to some silent melody in his head.

It was a simple moment, but it brought back a flood of emotions. I couldn't help but envy the boy's carefree life. Watching him, I realized how pure and simple it is to be a child, to have the freedom to be utterly happy without a single worry. It made me long for those days, the innocent joy of being a kid, where the world seemed so much brighter and simpler. In that moment, I couldn't help but yearn for the freedom and happiness that comes with being a child.

** Married Against My Will**

Episode 3

“ my husband, come and see ooo " she sh0uted enough to wake the whole villagers.

I kept my gaze on my mom,

as soon as she sh0uted, my dad ran outside his hut, tieing his wrapper ågainst his waist.

“ I told you, that before chi accepted the marriage plans, that it was too easy, you though I was talking too much, thanks the gods of our land, I have took it upon myself to be monitoring her till her husband comes to take her ” my mom said with a grim of victory lurking in her eyes.

Even before I could realized my self, my dad took the koboko cāne, made from animal skin, to b£at me, I felt an instant jolt of påiñ through my body.

“ you want to run abi ?, and bring shāmè and d¡sgrãcē into this family that had done nothing, but to carter for you, uñgrātēful child ” my dad said, h¡tt¡ng me with the cāne.

I scrēāmed and cr¡ēd, the cane made my skin to bl££d immediately it touches my skìn.

but my dad didn't stop, Everybody woke up due tomy scrêãms, they held their lips in d¡sbelief, as my mom explained, that I had almost ran away.

my dad b£at me, with the cane till I lost c0nsci0usnèss.

I had fāìnted for seven hours, with bl00d gûsting out of my b0dy.

the next time I had awakened, it was already pass noon, my eyelids felt hëavy same as my head, realizing that my brothers had joined my dad to b£át me.

“ chi, I thought your w0manhood had given you wisdom, but you are still stū'bb0rn and ungrateful animal ” my elder brother said.

b£àting me besides my dad, with his old leather belt, that was made in 1889.

“ so you don't want us to pay for our school fees and apprenticeship, now I see that you are an £nēmy of progress”

my step brother said, clenching his teeth as he b£at me hard on back, my sigh blu''rred with tëærs, as I felt more pa¡ìn and w0und£d skìñ.

my mom stood against the hut, while smiling and wailing in pr£tends

" I didn't raise her like this, this b£ating is not even enough, what if she had escaped and bring shā''me into the family” my mom narrated to her g0ssip¡ng friends.

“ all this children, are very uñgrātēful, after raising them and feeding them, they get to w0manhood, and would still have the āudac¡ty to refûséd to submit to their husbands, what other use do they have than to serve their families and husband ?" one of her friends asked.

" all this children will not kee us some day, that was how oloma ran away, but as luck may have it, the news was quickly spread and the people from the other community caught her " one of my woman spoke.

" oloma, chief adamu younger daughter ? ” one of the lady ask in d¡$belief

" yes, exactly the one we all know in this village ” the other lady confirmed.

" she had seen her w0manhood last three months back and chief decided to marry her off quickly but she ran away, she thought she was still a child" one of the women said

" none of my daughters who has seen their w0manhood, would stay under my roof up to one year, mama chi you triēd, my daughters were married off the same day they saw their w0manhood ” the other woman said besides my mom.

I knew oloma , she was just thriteen and had seen her womanhood a couple of months ago, she must had been scārèd of the thought of been married to a man times ten older than her.


I couldn't even imagine what she had been going through.

I blinked my eyes servally to adjust my sigh.

I was caged inside my dad yam barn,

I tried standing up but I stāggered back falling over, my whole body @chiñg.

I almost fa¡ntēd again, I steady my bālance, realized that I could d¡£d from excessive bl00d l0st.

I was, by now hūngry.

few minutes after gathering my brēāth I managedly stood up , walked towards the gate of the yam barn but realized that my dad had l0cked it from outside.

I sat on the edge of the locked gate of the yam barn, hèlplèssly, not knowing what else to do.

I had fāììled myself

I had fāììled ñèñè.

she shouldn't have believe in me so much.

though I was th¡rsty and hū'ñgry but I slēpt off after much té'ârs.

I was woken up by someone small voice, I knew that instant, that it was my younger sister.

“ what are you doing here ? ” I asked my sister, not wanting to get her in tr0ūble.

“ I knew that you are hū'ñgry, I brought food for you ” my sister said passing the beans cake wrapped in leaf for me.

my stomach involuntarily grumbled perceived the beans cake.

“ do you want to get into tr0ūble? I asked in a sc0ldiñg t0ne.

" no I won't, I remained some of my food for you ” my younger sister said with an inñocent smile.

“ thank you so much, you have to leave quickly ” I urged her, ãfrãid for her.

“ your husband is coming to get you tomorrow ” my younger sister said, running away.

I cleaned my running nose, trying to stopped my endless tēārs.

I tried opening the lock but it was an ancient lock, I couldn't breāk.

I cr¡ēd my eyes out till I fell asleep.

I was later w0ken up, by someone opening the yam barn.

I knew that it was my dad, he was the only one who had the keys to the barn.

he stood above me with his āñgry eyes gazing at me

“ behave yourself, go in take your bath and eat your last meal in this house, your husband is on his way ” my dad spoke with an hëavy voice.

I nodded obediencely, supporting my bru'¡se body to get up.

I moved towards the opened gate, limbiñg my way outside.

my mom was outside her hut.

she h¡'ssed loudly, as she saw how bru'¡se I was, and could bārely walk.

“ a child that would not let his mother sleep he would not also sleep ” she spoke eyeing me up and down.

I ignored her , entering my hut, I was able to peel the torn clothes away from my bru¡se body.

I washed my bru¡se body, with the help of my younger sister.

after I was done bathing, my mom came into the room.

with a sc0rn on her face.

she applied some coconut healing oil on myu bru¡se

“ you cause it, carry your cross, you are no longer a child any more, you are lucky you got married at fifteen I got married to your dad at twelve ”

“ is that why you are b¡tter, and always seek attention ?” I asked.

she stopped applying the trēatment on my bru¡se, and slä'p me hard on the cheek.

I held my cheek as hot tèærs screamed down my face.

“ did you think I didn't try to escape when I was f0rce to marry your father ?

she asked as I look at her with tëærs on my face.

“ listen there is nothing outside this kingdom, the people out there are cru£l and they £at humans”

“ that a li£ that you and been told, we are living in b0ndagē can't you see ....

“ that enough, drink up this soup to gain more stamina to satisfy your husband, you never listen to my morning sermons I doubt you would be able to please a man or satisfied is bed needs, all your sisters listen, why is yours different ?

“ mom chief is older than you and father add together ”

“ not one more word, remember anything he ask of you, you must do, he now owns your body your soul and life, you will live the rest of your life bearing his children and serving his household and his farm ” my mom spoke in a different voice.

I hā''ted the way she sounded, I would never live my life just bearing children and serving his household.

“ mom...

“ be quick, they are here, I would go check the kitchen ” my mom said leaving me inside the hut.

I couldn't stop the tēārs, I can't live such a life that my mom lived.

few minutes later my brothers came inside the hut.

“ your husband had come to take you, be a good little wife and bear his children, don't @nger him, cause if he b£āt you and pull you out of his house one day, you won't be able to step your feet into this house ever again” my brother said with a grin on his face.

I felt like pūñchiñg his face, till he his almost d£ad.

since my mom wasn't allowed to come inside the meeting room,

she stood outside watching us.

chief was sitted in the center of the meeting room, with his pot belly, he licked his lips lū''stful, as he gaze at my brëæst and behind me.

“ she is a vìr'gin ” my father said with a proud smile.

“ I know , I won't have let all this small boys near her ” he said sipping his palm wine.

he stood up walking towards me, my heart skipped a bēāt, as he took my hands in his hands.

“ I need to start my husbandly duties now, I have to take my sweet bride home and see what underneath those rìpen fruit in front of her ” he spoke, licking his d¡sgust¡ng tongue.

my dad laughed, “ v¡rgins are always sweet to the core, I remember the good old days, when I married my wives newly, now they are lo0se, I need a new one to rēvive my manly system " my father said and they both laughed.

I felt d¡sgusted and unc0mf0rtable as chief won't take his eyes off me.

I wasn't ready yet for s€×, I was too young for that.

there was no hope left, I just needed to accept my fate.

we soon arrived at his home after four hours,

riding on his bicycle

his wives hid inside their hut, guess he had commanded them not come out but I saw their faces from their hut, they all wanted to see the new v¡ctim chief turned towards me “ this is your new hut, I hope your mom had already told you about all you needed to know ?” he asked

and I nodded.

“ good, go in and prepared yourself ” chief said licking his lips.

I entered the hut, I was r£stless.

I sat on the edge of the mat, remembering the words of my mom.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

the day was getting more darker, I didn't know exactly where time was, but the moon was out and I knew in no time he would be here.

most men in the village, believe that you must māke l0ve to your newly wedded wife on full moon.

I paced back and forth in the hut, I heard his footsteps coming towards my hut.

I laid on the mat, pretending to be asleep.

he halted seeing me asleep.

he laughed hysterically, before joining me on the mat,

“ I know you are probably sc@red, but I would make it snappy and p@inless at same time ” he said touching my face, I felt ¡rritāted, his hands fasten as he squeeze my br£āst, I my eyes opened.

in astonishment and pānìc

he laughed loudly,

“ I knew you were not asleep, come perform your wifey duties ” he said approaching me.

“ stay away from me, I don't want to be c0mpr0mised by you d¡sgust¡ng man ” I said taking cāuti0us step away from him.

he moved closer, he held me tighter, grabbing my hands.

" am your husband, your body, soul and spirit belong to me ” he said

“ never ” I muttered, as I spat on his face

he slāppèd me across the face, causing my face to register his palm on my face, his powerful h¡t cause a jolt of påiñ.

he was so ãñ'gry, I had never seen a b£ast like him.

he laid me on the mat, yānking my wrāppers away from my body.

I couldn't let him have his way with me

I kicked him hard on his p£nìs.

he scrêãmed in pãiñ, as he let go of me.

I immediately picked up my clothes and my little bag at the entrance of my hut,

running away for my life.......

Today, I lost my handkerchief in class. Again. It's probably the fifth time this semester, and it really gets me down. Here in Nigeria, the climate is hot and unforgiving. Walking around without a handkerchief during these times makes you feel like a faucet, just dripping water constantly. It's a simple yet essential item that I can't seem to hold onto.

It's frustrating to think about all the times I've had to go out and buy a new one. I always console myself with the hope that I'll find some extra money tomorrow to purchase a replacement. But then, when I stop to consider all the money I've spent on handkerchiefs, I realize that I could have built a mansion by now.

The frequency of losing my handkerchiefs is both comical and disheartening. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring better luck, and I'll be able to secure a new one without losing it so quickly. Can't help but shake my head at the absurdity of my luck with handkerchiefs!

*** Married Against My Will **

Episode 2

" then follow me " she said, shakily as she began walking deep into the bushes.

I quickly came behind her , assisting her as she led the way.

we walked for about some minutes, that I was scåred it would āffect ñeñe health.

" ñeñe, would you like to rest for some while ?" I asked seemly w0rried.

" oh no, my dear we would be right there" she said smiling revealing her brown teeth.

we walked for some few minutes more before we stopped.

she turned towards me

" close your eyes?" she requested with a motherly tone.

" ñèñè why ?" I asked gazing behind her

" do you trust me ?

I nodded, signaling that I trusted her more than my life itself " yes "

" then close your eyes" she said.

I took in a few breath, before I closed my eyes.

she smiled satisfyingly, as she grāmmbl£d her hands against the wall, clearing a bushy part.

" open your eyes now " she spoke and I did.

my gaze flutter, as the view of the other side of móiizil town.

móiizil was the main capital of our village, it was 200 miles away from our village, it was a busy town, though it was still a village but few people had electricity.

My father, had always told us stories about it.

the title " móiizil kingdom" when pronounce by my father sounded heavy like the type of n0ise associated with b0'mb.

it was deep, so myst£rious, that my father always voiced it in a hushed tones, wearing such a respectful expression as if he were speaking of God's holiest of holies. going to móiizil kingdom, must surely be like a paying God a visit. móiizil kingdom must then be like heaven.

" ñèñè, how did we get here in a couple of minutes, I thought coming here would take about 48 hours " I voiced in my question

she laughed skeptically, while shaking her wooden walking stick.

" guess been the oldest woman, I am the only person who knows this short passage, when I am about to di£, I would tell the next oldest person in line, this road is for our āncestors, it confidential, " she said sitting down on the bāre grass.

as we watch the busy road together.

" you remembered, the first time i met you here ?

I nodded remembering that day, I was out as usual just plucking leaf and trying to come up with some treatment for scorpion antidote, cause it had stūng my friend.

" I thought you had already found the secret passage, I was scåred not even the king knows about this road " she muttered.

" but I realized that you don't know anything about this road, " she laughed softly.

" you know, you are the only child I trust " she spoke, it was truth, and I knew it.

ñèñè, apart from the kids, boys and girls of my age, though ñèñè cared for them but she never trusted them.

" I would rather brēak the rules, than to let you down " she spoke.

I felt emotional, tēārs welled up in my eyes, not even my mom could understand or do half the things she had done for me.

she was the only one who trust and believed in me, I could remember clearly how she would give me money to buy books from my brother, since there was no book shop in the village not even the next village.

sometimes I work in other people's farm to earn some money, but I soon realized that after I was done with the job and requested for my pay, they would tell me that my mom had already collected the money for my job.

when I get home and c0nfront my mom, she would ask me wether am paying for living in her husband house, and how ungrāteful I was.

but ñeñe always made sure she finds ways for me to get books, I was able to learn how to write and read on my own, I was only privilege to meet the village typewriter, once in the yam festival, and as God may have it, he was so fond of me.

I noticed how his eyes would wandered on my brēāst and then on my butt*cks but I was aiming for one thing that day, which I got from him, in promise to meet him at móiizil town, after giving me his address.

but I never showed up, he had help me with some correct words and an " spelling" book, to straighten my pronunciation.

" when you get there, go straight to the bus stop and take a bus that will take you to the big city ' Lagos ' , there you see help, and meet alot of educated people and things you may have never dreamt of " she said with a lot enthusiasm in her voice.

" things like what neñè ?, have you been there before " I asked out curi0sity

" don't mind me, just some old woman imagination " she said laughing softly but she knew I wanted to know more.

" okay I will tell you, I was once a young girl like you too, I was once a maiden in móiizil kingdom, once when the missionaries came , I was able to collect one of their news paper, there were beautiful cars and road and lot more " she said

" how can I thanks you enough? " I asked snìffing back my tëārs

" don't thank me " she said with a smile,
loosing her wrappers as she put some cowries on my hands.

my eyes wìdēn seeing, such an amount of money for the first time.

" ñèñè how....?

" you need it more than I do ”

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" what would you sūrvivē on, if I should take this ?

she laughed seeing me w0rried.

“ don't be that nāìvē my dear, you do know about the privileges I get been the oldest person in this village, right ?"

I nodded, knowing fully well.

“ Good, take this money, go get your things by night and flèè away from this village, my child " she spoke

“ where do I run to ?, how do I sürv¡ved, I have never been anywhere else this village?" I expressed my fèær to her.

the thought of leaving the only place I had known all my life.

she held my hand quietly, comfortingly.

“ you would be fine, you would come out victorious and build the school for girls and electric and good road, like you had seen in those books of yours, that you had showed me " she spoke encouragingly.

" thank you ñèñè " I mumbled embracing her.

" thank you for believing in me ” I said disengage from the hug.

" come let's go, before they noticed my ābsence ” she said in a cheerful tone.

I nodded wìping my tëārs.

" cover this passage with the grass, so no one would sūspect anything" she spoke.

we both began to use the grasses to cover the passage.

we headed back home.

I couldn't stop the smile on my face, the whole day.

soon the day got darken, I was so happy and for the frist time I assisted my mom clean the kitchen and prepared the meal for dinner happily.

after we all had gone to bed, it was about 1am in the morning, quickly as possible I packed all my useful cloth and wrappers.

I sneak out of the hut, dropping the lamp on my bed side, kï'ssing my sleeping younger sister good bye.

I quickly check outside the hut, if anyone was outside but no one was.

I quickly rush outside, I was setting my legs to rūn, when I saw my mom

with an evul grim on her face

" my husband, come and see ooo " she sh0uted enough to wake the whole villagers......

Episode 3 typing........

In a small coastal village nestled between the rugged cliffs and the vast ocean, there was a legend that had been passed down through generations. It spoke of a mysterious connection between blood and water, a bond so strong that it could alter the course of fate itself.

The legend told of two siblings, twins born under a rare alignment of the stars. One was named Luna, with hair as dark as the night sky, and the other was named Sol, with eyes as bright as the sun. From the moment they were born, it was said that their destinies were intertwined, forever bound by the elements of blood and water.

As they grew older, Luna and Sol discovered that they possessed unique abilities. Luna had the power to control the tides, to summon great waves and calm storms with a mere flick of her wrist. Sol, on the other hand, had the ability to heal wounds and illnesses with his touch, his hands glowing with a warm golden light.

The villagers revered the twins, believing them to be gifts from the gods themselves. But as they grew older, jealousy and greed crept into the hearts of some, leading to a tragic betrayal that shattered their bond.

One fateful night, a group of villagers seeking to harness the twins' powers for their own gain ambushed Luna and Sol. In the chaos that ensued, Luna was gravely wounded, her blood staining the rocks as she fought to protect her brother. Sol, consumed by grief and rage, unleashed his healing powers in a desperate attempt to save her.

But as his hands glowed brighter than ever before, a powerful surge of energy rippled through the air, merging Luna's blood with the waters of the ocean. In that moment, a brilliant light enveloped them both, blurring the lines between reality and myth.

When the light faded, Luna and Sol emerged changed forever. Luna's wounds had vanished, replaced by shimmering scales that glistened in the moonlight. And Sol's golden light had transformed into a radiant aura that enveloped them both, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

From that day on, Luna and Sol roamed the land and sea together, using their powers to protect those in need and uphold the balance between blood and water. And though their journey was fraught with challenges and dangers, they knew that as long as they stood united, nothing could ever come between them again.

And so, the legend of Luna and Sol lived on, a testament to the enduring power of love and sacrifice, of blood and water intertwined in an eternal dance of light and shadow.

🐏🦁Who is the Cleverest, Sheep or Lion?

A very long time ago, there was a crafty lion and a clever sheep. One day, the clever sheep was eating some grass in a clearing with his friend when the crafty lion came creeping across the fields towards them. When the lion came out of the tall grass the sheep prepared to run because they were scared of his sharp claws and his big teeth. ‘You do not need to run away,’ said the lion in a friendly voice. ‘I am simply here to tell you about a lovely fresh water lake just beyond these fields. Why don’t you come with me and have a drink.’

The clever sheep knew better than to trust the lion, but his friend was very thirsty and so agreed to go for a drink with the lion. The clever sheep warned his friend but the friend did not listen.

And so the lion lured the sheep into the tall grass with the promise of fresh water. The lion looked all about to make sure that no other animals were around to help the sheep, and when he was sure they were alone he pounced on the unsuspecting animal, and ate him for his dinner.

Later that day, when his friend did not return to the herd, the clever sheep was sure that the crafty lion had eaten him. ‘That is ten sheep this month,’ he thought to himself. ‘I must do something to stop the crafty lion before I lose all of my friends!’

And so the clever sheep warned the rest of the herd about the crafty lion and his tricks. But the silly sheep did not listen, and as the weeks and months passed, the crafty lion lured more and more sheep into the tall grass with the promise of fresh water. And it was there that they met their grizzly end.

One day, the clever sheep decided that it was down to him to do something about the crafty lion and his wicked ways.

The sheep sets a trap for the lion

The clever sheep waited until nightfall and then crept out into the clearing next to the long grass. When he was sure that he was alone, he began to dig a very deep hole in the ground. When this was done, he built a huge fire at the bottom of the hole then covered the hole over with reeds and grass so that the smoke would be hidden from view.

The clever sheep waited patiently until dawn, and just as the sun was rising over the fields he heard a familiar voice coming from the tall grass.

‘Why don’t you come with me, little sheep. I know of a fresh water lake just beyond the fields where you can enjoy a cool drink of water.’

The clever sheep did not move from his spot. Instead, the sheep said, ‘why don’t you come out of the tall grass and I will show you where you can find lots of sheep to eat.’

The lion was indeed very crafty, but he was also very greedy and could not resist the temptation of such a huge dinner.

‘Come with me,’ said the sheep once more, ‘and I will show you where the herd lives.’

And sure enough, the lion stepped out from the tall grass into the clearing. But as soon as he stepped from the grass, he fell down into the deep hole and burned in the roaring fire set by the clever sheep.

‘That is the end of you and your wicked ways,’ thought the clever sheep to himself. ‘Now us sheep will be safe, for a while at least.’

When the clever sheep returned home he told the rest of the herd about his victory over the lion. They all cheered and congratulated their friend, and they all asked how he was able to kill the crafty lion when the beast was so big and strong yet he was so small and fragile.

‘It was simple,’ replied the clever sheep, ‘all I did was watch and learn from the mistakes of others.’

The clever sheep then went on to explain how he had watched the crafty lion lure his friends into the fields, and he also explained that this was how he had learned of the lion’s greedy nature.

The rest of the herd listened closely to the clever sheep and so they too learned never to trust the lions again, and they also learned how important is was to listen to good advice given by a friend.‌‌

Two friends had a falling out, and one of them began speaking ill of the other to everyone they knew. 😡

But then, they calmed down and realized they were wrong. They went to their friend and started asking for forgiveness. 😌

That's when the second friend said: 🗣️

"Alright! I'll forgive you. But under one condition." 🤔

"What condition?" 🤷

"Take a pillow and release all the feathers into the wind." 🕊️

The first friend did just that. They tore the pillow apart, and the wind scattered the feathers all over the village. 🌬️

The contented friend returned to the other and said: 😅

"I've completed your task. Am I forgiven now?" 😄

"Yes, if you can gather all the feathers back into the pillow." 🙄

But as you can imagine, it's impossible to collect all the feathers back, just like you can't retrieve the hurtful words that have already spread throughout the village. 🙅‍♂️🗣️

** Married Against My Will ***

Episode 1

My parents were going to marry me off to settle their d£bt.

I grew up in an polygamous family, my mom was the number three wife, my dad has five wives.

I grew up, with twenty one siblings, three boys and eighteen girls.

it was a tribe and tradition for a man to have a male child, my dad frist and second wives were unable to birth any male child, they were seems as bā''rren women, who were unable to bear the real children since a female child is not considered an heir.

I never saw my dad frist wife , only her grā"ve that was behind her hut.

she had given birth to seven girls, according to my mom she had di£d carrying the eighth pr£gnancy, though she was advised by the midwives not to attempt getting pregnant again, but she refused, cause she couldn't bèār the shãm£ of not giving birth to a real child ( male child).

she couldn't bèār to see her co wives give birth to the frist male child, though my dad had also wãrñed her not to c0nceive again but she refused and took in, she di£d during lābour though it was a male child as she wanted but he also pass on with her immediately after she di£d.

that was when my mom came into the picture, she gave birth to six of us, two boys and four girls.

while my dad fourth wife , gave brith to six daughter and a son.

I was worth more than my elder sisters, because I was younger, prettier, more endowed and a v¡rgin.

They had sold us off, one by one, to send my brothers to school and pay for their apprenticeship.

all my sisters were already married off, immediately they saw their womanhood.

Except I and my younger sister ewomi who was 12 years old, and hasn't seen her w0manhood.

We were the sācrificial lāmbs.

My two sisters and fourteen step sisters, and now it was my turn.

We were like corn and yam to be traded for a better deal.

But I had a plan

I was just 15

But I had seen my womanhood one year ago.

So I knew what I had to do even before the set date.

I was the youngest yet I had the boldness of my father.

My beauty came from my grandmother.

I took nothing from my mother

I hāt'ēd her as much as she d£spìsed me.

"You are different, stū'bb0rn and us£less," she would often say.

I would reply, "why, because I refuse to be like you?"

Instead of sweeping and cooking, I preferred reading the few books, I secretly took from my elderest brother in rewards to do his assignment, which I don't mind, as far as he let me have his books without anyone knowing.

Female weren't allowed to go to school, they believed female ēducation ēnds in the kitchen, but a male child who do ēxploit.

and secretly learning herbal m£dicine from ñeñe oma, the story teller and the oldest woman in our village.

"Don't worry, a husband will cūre you."

My mother will say, when ever she finds me not interested or not listening to her usual morning sermons about how to please a man.

I would respond

"Did yours cūre you?"

And she would chāse me with her slippers, but I was faster than her.

I was the fastest in the entire community.

So, one morning, my father called me and my brothers together for a meeting.

My mother was f0rb¡dden to attend, but I could see the grin on her face as she prepared the meal and boiled the meat we were to eat during the meeting, I already knew what was to come.

My mother wouldn't smile while she cooked for me to eat with my father and brothers except something s¡ñister was lurking around.

"Chi, my father said, you have seen your w0manhood now, so it's time to contribute to the well-being and welfare of the family." my step brother said

"As you know, your brothers need to pay their fees and renew their apprenticeship, so it's on you now to support the family that has supported you to womanhood."

My brothers had no brāin, they had fåil£d their examination countless times, but my dad was bent on making them go to school, even though he knew clearly that their brāiñs weren't met for school.

I turned and saw my mother smiling and nodding as she stood by the kitchen door, listening and watching me, f0rb¡dden to even sit with her family for this meeting.

"Ok papa, I will do as you say."

I heard myself say in a voice I did not recognize.

My father was surprised, I guessed he expected a f¡'ght, but I wasn't going to give them that pleasure.

I had always been the g0at among my family, and everyone knew it, I was as stū'bb0rn as a g0at '

"Good, you see, your w0manhood has brought you wisdom. Prepare, for your husband will come in the next three days, your dowry has already been paid in full."

We all ate in silence.

"You are all dismissed!" He said in finality."

I was 15 when we had this meeting.

At 15, I had bū'ttocks the size of a full watermelon and my brèāsts were round like ripened oranges

My hips were large enough to support my full bū'ttocks and my waìst was tîny on a very flat stomach.
I hā''ted the attention it brought me.

I had a plan

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I couldn't let my father marry me off to that old man.

chief moñî, he was an @bū''sers and a w0mān¡zer

over the years he had married eight wives and five d¡£d due to his constant b£āting and mā'ltr£atment.

of course his wives couldn't seek for help, that because no woman is given a listen ear.

it either you give birth to a son who you could use to communicate, else nothing.

he was well know for tr£ating his older and younger wives as slāve, they work on his farm day and night without rest.

I had over heard my step mother, telling my mom about talking my dad out of marrying me off, to chief moñî, but my mom ¡gnored her and told her to mind her business after all, all her daughter had been married of, or should I say s0ld off.

I prepared a plan to run away, but I couldn't there was no mean of trānsportation, in the village.

I didn't want to marry him, I wandered around the bush not plucking herbs, as usual for ñeñe oma.

my eyes w£lled up knowing I couldn't escape from this nïghtmãre.

" why are you çr'yiñg my dear child?"

startled by the voice, I turned behind me, my stomach grūmbled involuntarily, seeing ñeñe oma

she was too old to come out in the bushes alone considering her old age, she could have sent someone to come look for me, if she so wanted the herbs.

" no ñeñe oma " I pr£tended blowing my n0se and sniffing back my tëārs.

" oh child, I know how páïñfül, it is to be married āgainst your will ?

she said, stūnned and surprised, while looking at her with a questioning gaze.

" ho...how did you know, ñeñe oma ?

" don't you want to escape and achieve your dreams?" she asked with a shāking smile.

she was the only one who knew my passion to go to school and be a better doctor and tr£at alot of people for free.

I nodded frantically

" then follow me "

Episode 2 typing......

Chuka was ambitious, with dreams as vast as the open sky. He had always been determined to make something of himself, but he knew that he couldn't do it alone.

Enter his childhood friend, Kofi. They had been inseparable since they were young boys, exploring the world together and dreaming of their futures. They shared everything, from their deepest secrets to their wildest aspirations.

As they grew older, Chuka found himself facing numerous challenges on his path to success. But he always knew that Kofi would be there for him, ready to lend a helping hand whenever he needed it.

However, there was a shadow that loomed over their friendship. A dark secret from their past that threatened to unravel everything they had built together. When they were teenagers, a misunderstanding had driven a wedge between them, causing a rift that had never truly healed.

Despite their best efforts to move past it, the memory of that incident lingered between them like a silent specter. Chuka couldn't shake the feeling that it was holding them back, preventing them from reaching their full potential.

Years went by, and Chuka found himself facing a crucial moment in his life. He had an opportunity to pursue his dreams, but he needed assistance to make it happen. Turning to his old friend, he hoped that Kofi would come through for him as he always had.

But when Chuka reached out to Kofi, there was hesitation in his response. The weight of their history hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their conversation. Despite his best intentions, Kofi couldn't bring himself to fully commit to helping Chuka, haunted by the ghosts of their past.

For Chuka, it was a devastating blow. He had counted on Kofi to be his rock, to support him when he needed it most. And yet, their shared history proved to be an insurmountable obstacle, driving a wedge between them once again.

In the end, Chuka was forced to forge his own path forward, relying on his own strength and determination to overcome the challenges that lay ahead. Though he couldn't help but mourn the loss of what could have been, he knew that he had to let go of the past in order to embrace his future.

And so, with a heavy heart and a steadfast resolve, Chuka set out to chase his dreams, knowing that no matter what obstacles he faced, he would always carry the lessons learned from his friendship with Kofi.

Living in the same compound as my neighbor Agnes was never a dull moment. She always had a way of making the rest of us feel somewhat inadequate because we weren't dating or in any relationship with the opposite gender. She would often boast about her love life and the attention she received. Last week, she started talking about how she was expecting a big surprise package on Valentine's day, which was today.

As the day progressed, Agnes received her elaborate package filled with romantic goodies from her boyfriend. Her excitement was palpable, and she made sure to show off her gifts to all of us. Meanwhile, the rest of us neighbors exchanged love and joy among ourselves, celebrating the day in our own way. There was a sense of camaraderie and warmth that filled the air, and I must say, we were all enjoying every bit of it.

Later in the evening, Agnes approached us with a contrite expression on her face. She confessed that despite receiving the extravagant gift, she still felt a deep sense of emptiness. She apologized for her earlier boisterous remarks and expressed her appreciation for our companionship. We accepted her apology with understanding, and as a show of good spirit, we all came together to continue the celebration. Laughter filled the evening air as we shared stories and enjoyed each other's company.

As I made my way to school today, a brisk, autumn breeze swept through the streets, making the morning air crisp and refreshing. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood, painting everything with an enchanting, warm hue. It was a perfect morning, and the walk to school felt like a pleasing stroll through a picturesque scene.

As I turned a corner, my eyes were drawn to an arresting sight. There, standing at the edge of the sidewalk, was a person with the most magnificent dog I had ever seen. The dog was regal and majestic, with a sleek coat that glistened in the morning light. Its expressive eyes gleamed with intelligence, and its proud stance exuded a quiet confidence.

Mesmerized by the dog's beauty, I found myself approaching the person, my steps slowing as I couldn't tear my gaze away from the elegant creature. I struck up a conversation, eager to learn more about this stunning animal. The person, obviously fond of their companion, shared anecdotes about the dog's playful nature and unwavering loyalty, and it only deepened my admiration for the remarkable animal.

As I bid the person and their noble dog goodbye, my mind was abuzz with thoughts of owning a dog of my own. The encounter had ignited a newfound fascination in me, and I couldn't shake off the desire to have such a magnificent creature as my loyal companion. The idea of having a canine friend by my side during walks like these filled me with an unexplainable warmth and joy.

Throughout the rest of my journey to school, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of different dog breeds, each conjuring vivid images of a loyal and loving companion.thanks

Today, I woke up with a heavy head and an empty stomach, feeling drained and unable to muster the strength to get out of bed. I lay there, layering the blankets on top of me, allowing the warmth to cocoon my body as I drifted in and out of sleep until noon.

I had lost all motivation to cook or even lift a finger. The thought of food seemed daunting, and I resigned myself to staying in bed, hoping the day would pass quickly.

Just when I had given up on the idea of having a cooked meal, a gentle knock on the door interrupted the silence. It was my neighbor, Nick. He stood there with a plate of warm, steaming rice in his hands. It was as if God had sent him, knowing that I needed help.

Without a word, I stretched out my hand and accepted the food gratefully. Nick came in and we sat together, discussing the mundane and the meaningful. In our conversation, he mentioned that his power bank had run out, and I gladly lent him mine without a second thought.

It turned out to be a beautiful Sunday, unexpected and heartwarming. The simple act of kindness from my neighbor restored my faith in humanity and made me realize that even in the midst of my struggles, there are still moments of grace and connection.

Once upon a time, there was a man named John who was deeply in love with his girlfriend, Alice. They had been dating for over a year, and John was convinced that she was the one. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he was certain that she felt the same way.
However, one day, John noticed that Alice was acting differently. She seemed distant and preoccupied, and she wasn't giving him the same amount of attention that she had in the past. John was worried and confused, and he didn't know what to do.
John decided to talk to Alice about his concerns. When John brought up his concerns, Alice was taken aback. She hadn't realized that she was acting differently, and she apologized for making John feel neglected. She explained that she had been stressed out at work and that her mind had been elsewhere. John was relieved to hear this, and he was happy that they were able to talk about what was going on. From then on, they made an effort to be more open and honest with each other, and their relationship grew even stronger. They learned that communication is key to any successful relationship, and they continued to make each other their top priority. 💘

Amidst life's adversities, Chike exhibited unwavering determination to realize his aspirations, undeterred by the trials he faced. A pivotal moment materialized when his stepmother, deciding he should reside with his grandparents in Enugu State, presented a seemingly difficult choice. Little did he know that this relocation would catalyze a fortuitous encounter with Nnamdi, a convergence of two positive mindsets.

While their initial interaction was not without its challenges, the duo, recognizing the potential synergy between them, chose to forge a collaborative path. Chike and Nnamdi, both harboring ambitions beyond their current circumstances, formed a strategic alliance, leveraging their individual strengths. Chike's adept financial acumen positioned him as the steward of their resources, while Nnamdi, endowed with creative prowess, assumed responsibility for marketing endeavors.

Despite confronting inevitable hurdles, their steadfast friendship and collaborative spirit became the bedrock of their joint pursuit. Their collective resolve and coordinated efforts propelled them through adversities, embodying the notion that shared aspirations and tenacity can transcend obstacles, paving the way for the realization of their dreams.

"Why are you finding it difficulty to help me? Remember, it's me, your love. Please do this for me, and I assure you. You will never live to regret this, I swear. If you know you don't love me, why did you accept to be my girlfriend? Why do you want to disappoint me at this time when I need your help most? Why would you allow the devil to steal the love you have for me now? Why would you give the devil a chance? Tell me why?" Alfonso muttered faintly.

I was short of words. I didn't know the right word to say again that would gladden his mind. I was speechless for a while, searching for the right word to say.

"Please stop saying that. Why can't you also understand me? Why are you pressuring me to take what does not belong to me? This is very risky, you know. I am scared because I don't want to have a family issue with my elder brother. He would deny me and kick me out of his house. I am too young to start begging. I am too young to go into the street and live like I don't have a home. Please, try to understand my point here," I said, trying to stand my ground.

"If anything happens to you, you don't have to worry about that when you have someone like me. Consider my home to be your home, and consider me to be your father, brother, and another family at heart. I can't watch you go into the street and suffer. Instead, you will park into my house and stay. I promise you, you will never regret this act of kindness. Just give it a try, please baby." Alfonso replied.

"Please, I am so scared of doing this. Just give me some time to think about it and see what I can do." I assured him.

When we ended the call, I was lost in deep thought concerning what Alfonso told me. I didn't know what else to do because the business didn't belong to me. Besides, Alfonso is the only guy who I have fallen in love with. I love him so much and I didn't want to lose him either. Seeing him in such a critical situation made my heart shatter into tiny pieces. So I thought of a way to help him, but not particularly with the 10 million naira that he requested.

I also thought about what if he doesn't pay back. What if he runs away with the money and changes his line? So many things pondered in my mind that I could not understand. I also thought about what my brother would do to me if he found out about it.

I know my brother to be a hot-tempered person. He may kick me out of his house or may not train me in the university as he has promised to. He was already on the verge of fulfilling that as soon as I gained admission. To me, this was a temptation. My soul was tempted.

A lot of things came to my mind. I was scared and confused at the same time. While I was still thinking, I fell asleep on top of the sofa I was sitting on. I had a horrible and confusing dream.

A woman, a dark-skinned woman, was chasing after me with a long cane. The woman looked so ugly, tattered and helpless. She wanted me to help her with some money. According to her, if I did not help her, She would keep chasing me, and disturbing me till I made up my mind to help her.

"I can't help you. I am still a child. I don't have any money to help you. Please stop chasing after me and leave me alone." I pleaded with her but she was merciless. There was no sign of pity in her dictionary.

'You have so much money, you are rich, but you don't want to help me. I will make sure that you have no peace of mind until you help me. I will keep tormenting your life if you don't help me." She said.

I was scared. I looked at myself and wondered why she said I was rich. What did she really see in me that made her even think so? It was hilarious. Even though I was a rich person, was it by force to help someone? I didn't see the reason why her own case was different. To be frank, I haven't seen this kind of person in my life before.

I started running, but the slippers I was wearing seemed to slow me down; they appeared to be a barrier. So I pulled it off, and held it in my palm. Then, I continue running, while she keeps chasing after me. Twenty minutes later, I was exhausted. My legs were hotting me badly. My throat longed for water, but there was no water available for me to sip.

So I continued running faster, while she kept chasing after me. She didn't relent, and I too didn't relent. I kept running for my dear life. At a point, I fell to my knees and was breathing heavily like a starving dog. As she was approaching me, I stood up and started running again. I was scared of the cane in her hand because I didn't want to be flogged.

What baffled me most was that even though I tried as much to increase my ease, it seemed as though my legs were held captive. I couldn't run faster than my shadow despite all my effort. I found myself tip-toed, hit my toes on a stone and stumbled to my feet.

I was completely laying helplessly on the dusty ground as the woman ambled towards me with rage. I could see her eyes turning to different shapes of colour which I couldn't

EPISODE 2

At the Lee's family mansion…...

Grandpa Lee could be seen patting Jeslyn on the back as she cried on his lap. After crying for a long time, she finally raised her head to look at her grandfather.

"W– when did you find out about…sniff, about the poison?" The old man's pupil dilated, ' She knew?' he thought.

"Don't lie to me, grandfather!" She yelled, knowing he was about to hide things from her.

She had lived with this man for 5 years after coming back from abroad, so she was very familiar with the expressions he makes when he wants to lie or cover things up.

The old man swallowed and asked: "How is my health related to you changing grooms at the last minute?"

"Because someone sent me messages on my phone…" that's right. Her phone! She searched her body but couldn't find her phone. "Where is my phone?"

"Your phone hasn't been with you since we left the wedding venue, Miss." A young lady with her hair made into a ponytail said from where she was standing.

"You said what?" Jeslyn couldn't believe it. Her phone was with her even when she was hugging her grandfather… no, that's not right. There was no phone with her… then where did she dropped her phone!?

"Maya, please, search for my phone. The evidence is on my phone. Call the hotel management, do everything you can to search for my phone!"

"Yes, Miss." Maya, who seems to be Jeslyn's assistant, walked a little distance from them to place calls to the hotel.

"Child, calm down, breathe in and breathe out…yeah, like that. Calmly tell me what the problem is. I don't need evidence to believe you." The old man gently rubbed her back to calm her down.

"Grandfather, Ray, he's a bad person. I was in my hotel room…" her mind flashed back to the event of that morning.

Few hours earlier…

Jeslyn was seen in a grand room getting dressed by two stylists and their assistants. One was applying makeup on her while the other was almost done with her hair.

The bride looked stunning with a beautiful smile on her lips as she imagined herself with Ray on the altar exchanging rings and kissing.

She chuckled to herself, evidence that she couldn't contain her happiness.

The stylist left after they were done with her. She stood by the floor to ceiling mirror in the room as she checked herself out. "I'm a beauty goddess." She stated with confidence.

Yes, she truly was a beauty goddess, no denying that, however her phone beeped, calling her attention from admiring herself any further.

She picked up the phone and saw a notification message for her email.

She opened it and saw there were a few videos, pictures and a note.

Jeslyn decided to watch the videos first. It might be a crazy fan's video of her. She thought.

Some of her enthusiastic fans edit her pictures most times with themselves in it and send them to her email with a love message attached to it, which was why this kind of message didn't look weird to her.

She sat on the bed and opened the first video. Instead of her picture, she saw Ray speaking to someone in a car. Somehow, only Ray's face was visible and the other person's appearance was blurred.

"Ray, what is wrong with you? Do you have to marry her? I thought the plan was different?"

"It was but she wanted the marriage and her grandfather approved of it. Also, if I don't marry her on her 26th birthday, the properties will be transferred to the orphanage the following day. It's not like you guys don't know that."

"Young Miss knows, but she's not happy about you getting married to another woman."

"I know she's angry, I'm also angry too, but what can I do? This whole idea of approaching the Lee family was hers in the first place, so why is she angry at me and not taking my calls?"

"Young Miss is afraid that you might grow feelings for Jeslyn after you both get married. She's a woman, so it's natural to get jealous and battle insecurities."

"Hahaha… how can she think so lowly of me? Jeslyn and I have been together for four years and I didn't fall for her. Will a marriage of six months make me start loving her? After our wedding, I'll travel with young Miss for six months and when I return, it's to divorce her. Young Miss already knows that, so why is she still upset? I only have my eyes for your young Miss–"

"And me?"

"Come on, we both know we don't have feelings for each other. We are just f*cking each other and nothing else, so don't take it serious." He touched the girl's face and leaned towards her.

A while later, Jeslyn could hear lewd sounds coming from the video as they kissed.

The girl's fingers traveled all over his body as she started to hastily take his clothes off, including his pants.

Jeslyn hurriedly paused the video as she looked at her screen dumbly for a long time. She couldn't believe what she just watched.

Tears slowly gathered in her eyes as she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. She slowly swallowed the lump that was forming on her throat and scrolled to the next video with her shaky fingers.

It was in a room, a hotel room. Ray and someone were in bed talking. The girl's photo was edited again. Her image was blurred, just like the first one. only Ray could be seen stark naked and standing in front of the bed.

Jeslyn closed her eyes for a moment, prompting the river of tears in her eyes to gush onto her cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, there was the determination to watch whatever they would be doing on that bed, after all, she had already heard enough on the first video.

"Ray, I delivered your message. Young Miss isn't throwing a tantrum anymore, but she still doesn't want to talk to you."

"I know." He sighed and got onto the bed. "She knows that if I don't marry Jeslyn, the brat won't be able to get those properties, and our plans over the years will be for nought."

"Hmm… that woman, Alice remained a bitch even to her death!" It was clear that the lady on the video was upset about Jeslyn's mother.

"That's why her husband hated her… so, why did you call me here? Don't tell me it's only to have a taste of me," Ray said.

"That aside. Young Miss said that the last dose of the poison has been administered to old man Lee and he won't have much time to live anymore, so our plan to get rid of that idiot after taking the properties from her will be a smooth sailing," The lady replied.

"That's good, and his properties, did he give a share to young Miss Christine?"

"He willed it all to Jeslyn, stating she can only get them after she got married."

"Why do they all want her to get married before getting the inheritance? I'm so tired of hearing that! That stupid rule is the reason I'm having issues with the love of my life right now and also, why is that idiot so lucky? She got all her mother's inheritance and now, her grandfather's. What about Christine? Is she not their daughter too? How do they expect Jeslyn to manage the empire of the richest man and woman in Rose city? Is that old man senile?"

"As if you don't know how careless and simple Jeslyn wants to live her life. She thinks she's a princess, so I bet they were scared that she'll be cheated out of her properties if she didn't have a husband to support her…ironic!"

"Ironic indeed. I wonder what her grandfather's face would look like when he finds out I'm one of those enemies he had been trying to tell Jeslyn about. Hahaha…"

The phone slid off Jeslyn's hold after watching that video. Her world shook and everything in it tumbled. She stood up and tried taking a step to the door but she fell against the coffee table. Her head felt heavy and her eyes turned blurry.

"No, Ray cannot do this to me. They are lying about everything, it must be a prank. Grandfather, my grandfather."

She murmured to herself even though she was suffering. She wanted to get up to go check up on her grandfather but she couldn't stand properly as the world was spinning under her legs and her eyes were also starting to dim.

Just when she was thinking of calling her assistant or grandfather, the door clicked open and someone walked in. It was a lady, but she couldn't see her clearly. She was wearing a black off shoulder dress.

The lady stood In front of her. Jeslyn could only see her mouth moving, but heard no sound. She struggled to stand on her feet with the support of the bed and tried to read the lady's lips but her unfocused blurry eyes were bastards.

Her sight started to go dimmer and dimmer, solidifying her belief that she was drugged.

The lady lowered herself and got back up with something like a phone. Yes, that should be her phone, but before she could make sense of what the lady wanted with her phone, her world turned dark and she felt herself falling.

When she woke up a while later, the truth she just discovered rushed back into her mind and the first thing she wanted to do at that moment was to call off the wedding.

But what happens to her mother's will? Her grandfather's will can still be changed, but her mother's can't? Will her grandfather even have enough time to change his will before anything happens to him? Because in the video, they didn't specify when the poison would ruin her grandfather.

Calling the cops will require enough evidence, but what if they claim the evidence she has was fabricated? She's a celebrity and has seen lots of such things happen in the entertainment industry.

So the only idea that stuck to her confused brain at that moment was to get married, but definitely not to Ray. Even a janitor, or a waiter would do, until she's able to sort things out.

She picked up her phone and left the room while crying along the way. It was like luck wasn't on her side because after walking through the corridors of her hotel room, she didn't find anyone until she saw him, that weird man coming out or entering the restroom.

She didn't care if her words would sound desperate or if she was making the wrong decision, however all she wanted at that moment was to solve one of the biggest problems, so she shamelessly proposed to him, ignoring the weird air surrounding him.
…

After hearing his granddaughter's story, old man Lee was so furious that he yelled. "That bastard!! I will–"

The old man frowned in pain and clawed his chest. "Argh!" He cried out. "Puff!" He coughed out black blood which got onto Jeslyn's wedding dress.

"G– grandfather, grandfather!"

Jeslyn rushed to support the old man who was slowly going down with his side.
"Grandfather, help!" She screamed while looking around the quiet and empty sitting room.

Her assistant was here a while ago, why isn't she here now? She didn't have the time to think of why the servants and guards that kept patrolling around the sitting room on other days like they were moths attracted to flame could not be found anywhere today.

"Somebody help me!!!" She continued to scream but no one came.

The old man kept coughing out black blood. He slowly raised his shaky hands to his granddaughter's cheeks and used a finger to wipe her tears. The stubborn old man who had never cried for decades felt hot tears sliding down his cheeks as he looked at his poor granddaughter screaming her lungs out for help.

He knew help won't come because the servants and guards in the house have been bought. He just found out a few days ago that he had been living with a deadly poison in his body when he started to cough out black blood.

He called his doctor to the house and his doctor told him he was only stressed and that nothing was wrong with him. The old man didn't believe his doctor and that was when he started to suspect that enemies were lurking around