Novels by CELYN BLYNKZ

PATRICIA.I woke up and stretched myself in the bed. I tilted my head to the left hand side of the bed but I couldn't see Ignatius.Oh I wasn't expecting him to sleep here anyways. I was literally waiting for him to come inside the room so we could talk.I didn't even know when I dozed off. The previous day was tiring for me- from my make-up audition, to my hair arrangement, to trying out different outfits for the wedding and finally to the church.My stomach crumbled and I remembered that I haven't even taken anything since I stepped foot into this house. Wait wait.. I thought there were maids here. Why didn't any of them ask me if I will be needing anything? I reasoned, blinking my eyelids.Or did their boss instruct them not to give me anything I asked for till after the wedding service at the church.There was nothing like reception. Reasons best known to him and I do not fucking care if the reception is gonna hold or not.I will do as my heart pleases and that's final. I slowly

PATRICIA.“What the fuck!” I exclaimed barely above a whisper. How will I be getting married to a man who would barely stand on his feet? Jeez… I can't believe this honestly.Is this what my father wants for me? I prevented the tears from strolling from my eyes.No one came alongside him. What about his parents? These were the questions on my lips.Wait.. this man was literally the person I saw at the hospital with my father two days ago. He was stable on his feet or my eyes were deceiving me.Did he just have an accident? What the hell was going on? I tilted my head to look at my Dad as we walked to the Altar but his face seemed calm.Somebody really needs to explain to me about everything that is going on. Too many things are just happening and if you don't call it drama, what else would it be?Even if he is actually crippled, You won't expect me to back off. He paid for my Dad's medical bills which I'm grateful for.But this is too hard to take in anyways. At this point, we were f

PATRICIA.I was checking my account balance to know if the money there will be enough for my Dad's medical bills. Why would my Dad's company venture into debts? That was uncalled for.Mr. Macaulay had given me a cheque earlier at the hospital to withdraw some money from his bank. On getting there, I was told that the bank had closed for the day.Why will they close this early? I wondered. It is not upto 4pm and they are already closed. What's really happening? I muttered to myself.I dialled my Dad's digits to tell him about the current situation of things, but his phone was switched off.Something is utterly wrong somewhere. I had a second thought about the arranged marriage that would take place if I had accepted, so I waved it aside.That marriage won’t hold whether the universe likes it or not. What sort of problem is this? Maybe it's the will of the Almighty that I should end up with someone I barely know.I'm yet to see him and he hasn't given me a call or made an attempt to see

PATRICIA.Why would this be happening to me right now? My life is messed up. I said as tears trickled down my face. “What's up girl?” Lila asked inquisitively, as she came face to face with me.I received the shocking news that my Dad was involved in a ghastly motor accident, and that he was rushed to the hospital. Why me? I answered.“Everything will be fine dear. You just need to pray and hope in God.” Lila advised, taking me by hand to sit on the cushion.“What will I do now?” I asked sniffling. My Dad's company is crumbling and has no money because they are in debt. Where will I get money from to take care of his bills?”“You need to go to the hospital to see your Dad first before you talk about bills.” Lila admonished, holding my shoulders.“But you know that money for his medications will be needed?” I asked, cleaning my teary face with the hem of my clothes.“I know dear, but first thing first. You need to see your Dad, and then know how he is doing. You really need to spend s

PATRICIA.I sat on my giant bed, waiting for my dad to return home as soon as possible. I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on.How could there be a letter requesting for marriage with me? From someone I do not know? It was totally impossible.There was only one person who could clarify things and that was my dad. The sound of the car horn jolted me out of my thoughts and I quickly stood up, rushing to the door."How was your day?" Dad asked with a smile on his face but I frowned instead. He seemed to be unaware of the letter on his desk."I saw a letter on your desk. It said I would be getting married soon. Is that true?" I asked, worriness about setting in. I earnestly hoped it was a prank.My Dad searched for the said letter on his table. He opened it, and studied the content of the letter. He breathed out, and looked up.“Yes my daughter, you will be getting married to the multi billionaire, Ignatius.” He replied.This was surprising. How can my Dad hide this god forsake