Novels by oyinkansolaaderibigbe926

Ethan raised his head the moment she entered, waited till she shut the door behind her before returning back to what he was doing.In his hands was a bottle of wine, dusty by the looks of it. He took a piece of cloth from beside him, using it to wipe it till it looked neat. It was an old wine. A very old wine.He looked up to find Sophia standing by the closed door. She didn't exactly know what to do. She scratched the back of her hair nervously. It wasn't until she finally decided to go to her wardrobe that he stopped her."Wait." Ethan said, stopping her in her tracks. She had stopped so suddenly it almost made him smile.He dropped the piece of clothes in his hand and stood up, the bottle still in his other hand.He walked up to her and stopped a few feet from her."They call this... Château Margaux 1900,” Ethan said, his voice softer than usual. Really soft.Sophia blinked at the label he gently revealed. The bottle was dark green, nearly black with age, and the once-white label

It was much later than expected when Sophia finally left the hospital. She had lingered, dreading the inevitable goodbye—not just to her father, but to the warmth of her mother’s stern but steady presence, and Abdul’s comforting silence.Saying goodbye had never felt so heavy.Abdul had been reluctant to let her go, standing by the hospital exit like a human anchor, but her mother had been quick to step in with a sharp reminder.“She’s married now. She has responsibilities as a wife, Abdul. She doesn’t get to slack on them.”Sophia had nodded dutifully, even though her heart still felt stuck in that room beside her father’s hospital bed.The taxi ride home was quiet. The driver didn’t speak, and she was thankful for it. Her thoughts were loud enough. She stared blankly out the window, trying not to think of how different life might be soon. Her father's raspy voice still echoed in her head, along with every single “what if” she was trying to ignore.When the car pulled up in front of

Sophia stepped into the dimly lit hospital room, her heart lodging itself somewhere in her throat. The soft mechanical beeping of the monitor was the first thing she noticed—steady, rhythmic, but fragile. Her gaze fell to the bed, and that was when her breath hitched.There he was—her father.He looked nothing like the man she grew up admiring. His strong arms, once so sure and steady, now lay limp at his sides, pierced with IV needles. Tubes ran across his body, connected to machines meant to keep him going. An oxygen mask covered his face, misting slightly with each strained breath he took.Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape. Her knees buckled slightly beneath her, and for a moment, she thought she might collapse.Abdul didn’t try to hide his tears. They rolled freely down his cheeks as he sniffled and stepped toward the bed. The sight before them was simply too much.Sophia steadied herself and moved closer, dragging a chair from the corner of t

The cab driver must have sensed the urgency of the situation, because he sped through the streets like a man possessed. Sophia was almost certain he broke more than a few traffic laws along the way — but she didn’t care. Not tonight. Tonight, nothing mattered except seeing her father.The moment the cab screeched to a halt outside the hospital, Sophia shoved a wad of cash into the driver’s hand without bothering to count it. It was probably less than he asked for, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Without waiting for her change — or even a thank you — she flung the door open and sprinted into the hospital, nearly colliding with a nurse carrying a clipboard.“Sorry!” she gasped, barely slowing down.Her heart hammered in her chest as she scanned the halls, searching for familiar faces. It didn’t take long. Just down the corridor, she spotted her mother and Abdul standing outside a room.The sight of them froze her mid-stride.Sophia had never seen her mother looking anything less

It had been one month since Sophia began working with Alex, and for once, she dared to think that maybe—just maybe—her life was finally starting to align with the dreams she'd harbored for so long.She didn’t dwell too much on the thought, though. She couldn’t risk jinxing it.Still, life was... good.Each morning followed the same careful routine: she would wake early, perform her wifely duties, and wait for Ethan to leave the house before slipping into the bathroom to prepare for her real day—the day she lived for now.At home, things had fallen back into their old, cold rhythm. No conversations. Just food, work, and sleep.The eerie silence that hung between her and Ethan was like an unwelcome guest at the dinner table, one she could never quite ignore.They weren’t really a couple anymore—maybe they never truly were—but still, an ugly, simmering rage stirred in her chest whenever she found a lipstick-stained shirt discarded on the bed or buried in the laundry.Jealousy. That's wha

The door to the room Godfrey had acquired smashed open and for a minute he was about to go inspect and make sure he didn't destroy the handle or something. But then he changed his mind.He had better things to do with his time.Things like undressing the damsel that clung to him like a leech. Godfrey had fucked his own share of pretty women but the one that stood before him, staring at him with lustful eyes, was a different kind of pretty."How come I've never noticed you before?" He mused in wonder as he held her head in both hands and stared at her brown eyes. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, letting him see the angel he held in his hands."I was thinking the same thing." She giggled as her hands moved to his chest, her fingers loosening his buttons. "Whatever you do," her sultry voice said, "Don't hold back, okay?"Godfrey's hands slipped from her smooth face down to her breasts then, further down to her ass.He squeezed tight, causing her to gasp in both surprise and pleas