Novels by Onyinyechi Akobundu

MarcusEver lived in poverty before?The depressing state of feeling miserable and being unable to sort out your basic needs.That was my life before. Eating from leftover dumps, begging for bread while sometimes getting beaten for stealing.My life as Marcus Sow was like a Roller coaster with no wheels.Looking at my accomplishments now, I never wanted to go back to crawling on my stomach.That was why I had chosen to go against my father in law. Being his puppet while trying to please his daughter felt like I was being taken back to my old life.By accepting that I could no longer get Anna back, I couldn't bring myself to accept my new life with Monalisse Mayfair.However, as her husband it was my obligation to protect her. “You've not said a word all through the drive back home. What is on your mind?”After the dinner with her parents, she had been mute, which was so unlike her…For some reason, I suspected that it had something to do with her Uncle. Robert's Downey.That old man w

Anna's POVEvery candle on my birthday cake was burned. I had run out of wishes to make.That was the stage of my life I was currently in.At the age of twenty, my wish was to help Marcus become the man of his dreams.Then came twenty five and my desperation for having a child took over and that became my undying wish.As I clocked twenty eight, I wanted nothing to do with wishing upon non-existent stars.My mom pressured. “Make a wish Anna, before your candles go off.” I blew the candles off, to satiate my mother.“I'll be in my room. Since I have an unnecessary day off.” I excused myself, leaving my mom to enjoy the rest of the celebrations.Earlier today, I got a message from Marcus. He wrote: “Happy birthday Anastasia. Hope you get to see the Eiffel tower.”The Eiffel tower was our secret code for Paris.Being obsessed with that part of the world was an understatement. I wanted to enjoy the exuberant color and beauty of the place.However, being married to Marcus, living a lie th

MonalisseThe world of the married was like a thread mill with no end. I was a fanatic for the spin and could never get enough of the thrill.After RIO, love had become transactional. The feeling of being completely and utterly vulnerable to someone had become a chore I hated.So I settled for the glitz and glam. I made peace with the length and depth of a man's pocket and the satisfactory sound of his ATM card.With my first marriage, the first point of attraction was the Villa he owned on an island that had a stunning view.Our marriage lasted for at least a few months. The divorce came with several benefits including the Villa.The second marriage was a random humping game. Hilton Stud. That name was quite popular because of the several restaurants they owned.By restaurants, I meant six star, seven star investments with ground breaking openings in the business world.For the sake of extending the lease, I made it two years with Stud.At the end of our divorce, I was mightily compe

JeffMy father had been my role model and for half of my life I had looked up to him for insights, motivation and words of wisdom.Our relationship ran deeper in ways that made me free with him. To me there was nothing related to me that he had no idea of and that included my relationship with Rosemary.The night air whispered what was to come, my legs pushing me towards his direction tamed the haywire emotions I was experiencing all at once.“Jefferey, you came at the right time. Your brother is trying to dare me to another round. He knows I'll still best him though.”My lack of response to their light banter created tension and soured the mood altogether.I wasn't going to beat around the bush. I was going full on confrontational. Hunter had made a point blank accusation and I wanted to know if it was the truth.“Did you sell Rosemary off to Hunter? I want to know how much you paid her for her to agree to leave me.” The silence was grave, his lack of words weakening me in the knees.

MonalisseLet me tell you a little story, of my actual first love. His name was RIO, the son of my father's barber.Funny right? The high and mighty Monalisse Mayfair fell in love with someone who was beneath her.Those were the good old days when I had just reached the peak of adolescence. My body felt different, my breasts had grown tender and naturally my skin became flaky.My father Adonis Mayfair kept a secret, a secret surrounding my birth which I was well aware of.Born with a silver spoon, I never knew who my mother was or what she looked like.To me it was normal to be groomed by maids and nannies. It was at a parent's meet and greet after getting taunted by my peers that I started to throw tantrums requesting for my Mom.I had all the toys, the luxury, but this one thing I so desperately yearned for was never granted to me…It was on a nice cool evening, when the air was crisp and clean, the weather was great for a late night snack and sleep was far from me that I met him.I

Jeffrey After years of concocting make believes and being in self denial that I had moved on from my hurt, one look at her and I was drawn back to the very beginning.She had not changed one bit, like a fresh grave vine, she was still the fairest of them all.However, there was an extra addition to her life. A bubbly little version of her, cuddled in her arms.My father had sent me here for this very purpose. He wanted to check if her presence still affected me.Rosemary wore a smile, the type that brought out the color in her eyes. I inhaled and exhaled sharply, unable to hold on for much longer.“Jeff… you came.”Of course I did. I had no choice.My eyes lingered on the child in her arms when she spoke up in a tone of clarity.“This is Nick, my nephew. He came to keep me company.” She nozzled her nose on his cheeks.“Rose, I told you not to wander around.” Hunter came around, possessively claiming her lips.I was the one on the receiving end, being here under so much scrutiny and w