Under the command of her hoarse, shrill voice, all the servants came out in a single file and gave a long face as Opula barked and paraded with the security. At the time, she had gone crimson and berserk, so the servants dared not to consent to her troubles.Her chant had woken up everyone, including the billionaire himself, Fanny Luis, who was busy gulping down flutes of beer at the bar and writhing in pain over the disappearance of the diamond pearl; it hurt Fanny so much because he could remember gifting his daughters a pearl of diamond after his granny advised him to start doing such because women were priceless even more than pearls of diamond.At the time, I was busy in my chamber singing Brian’s song and cuddling him to slumber after Opula’s chant startled him from sleep. It wasn’t too long when I heard a bang on my door.I flinched like a kitten from fire. It was actually for me or did I hear wrongly? The bang came yet again, and it was as if the intruder would daze me a slap
All the servants stood coldly, staring with uncertainty in their eyes and fear on their shoulders. No one knew who was going to fall victim. The diamond pearl was worth forty-five million dollars, according to Opula who had been ranting over the worth of the piece.Fanny Luis, the billionaire, stood aside with his thunderous face held out as he waited for results; this was indeed a serious issue and anyone that fell victim was going to be dealt with dastardly.Just like Opula, Fanny paced up and down, his flute of wine handy, waiting for the security to proffer results. More than every other thing, I was more particularly interested in my husband’s safety than the missing diamond. He was still ranting at the tops of his lungs at the time and I wished he could avoid the security and vice versa. I didn’t want anyone to hurt him in any way.I only suspected Brian could launch an attack on any of the security who could possibly kick the hell out of his ass. I wished they could allow me to
Outside, she writhed in pain, wriggled her body and shouted at the tops of her loins as the security bound her and flogged her naked body before casting her into the street…“It could have been me. Yes. It could have been me,” I spoke within myself, shedding tears for Ella as I peeped through the window, observing as she dared to cover her breasts on the streets as onlookers paused to take a glimpse of her nude and mock her. Indeed, she was lost about where to turn…This was jungle justice, and I was pained that such an adverse judgment was given to her.“She deserves worse than that,” a voice sounded somewhere behind me and I flinched to see it was Salsa. Her lips pouted in unforgiveness and vengeance. I saw it all spelled on her face.“Do you have a hand in that?” I asked and returned my gaze on Ella who was being touched and poked in the ass by those lustful, dirty men on the street.“Are you still asking if I have a hand in that? Of course, I do,” Salsa revealed, mumbling quietly
Like a lioness, I flinched for action, taking caution and care as I advanced towards our chambers. The servant was clamoring and gasping for life. Now I have become nervous. Salsa scuttled right behind me, hooting her breath in fear and burning the back of my neck with her warm breath and combing around for my husband.The scream of the servant had startled everyone and soon, darting eyes peeped through their windows to wonder what the problem was. But no one wanted to risk coming out of their chambers to verify with me because certainly in the mansion, presently it was only my husband that courted trouble and ruin; the attack on Opula, the stigmatization on Brian seemed to have doubled so much that our chambers were declared out of ban.The stigmatization was becoming alarming and annoying that everyone stared at me as though I was a beast. If my husband were to strangle me to death, no one would run to my rescue. I was that ill-fated…Brian had stopped ranting and kicking against th
“If I would ever survive this marriage, please some should let me know,” I said in my head while I face a panel of police officers sent by the billionaire, Fanny Luis to query me over carelessness of taking care of his son.This was a case of murder but perpetrated by a mentally deranged man; I saw no case there, perhaps no case with Brian but me.Their hostile faces scanned my teary face and I was dumbfounded to utter a reply to their question. My thought still beamed on the scene at the mansion before the party of policemen bundled me to the station for questioning.Before I left for the station, my husband was bound hands and feet, left in the scorching sun of summer and whipped like a stubborn cattle. The last sight of him was blood gushing through his nostrils and blisters all over his naked body. I could recall how I screamed at the tops of my voice, yelling madly at the security from the car of the police, who were driving me to the station at the time.That was happening to Br
“What other task do you talk of, my wife?” Frank asked, paced up and down the bedroom, still nursing his libido.“I told you how my father rebuked me when I demanded two million dollars for your upkeep. He boasted about Brian and Melissa and how they would champion over the wealth of the Fanny’s by the time he regains his sanity…” she paused and got hold of some documents on the table, “Now bring your ass here and read this.” She pointed into the documents, “This is the contract marriage agreement papers between them and this clause says that either Brian or Melissa would automatically assume as heir to the Fanny Group should Melissa bear him at least a child in the window period of the contract marriage.” She grinned and frowned at Frank, “Did you get that?”Frank interjected arrogantly, “I know all of that wife, you don’t need to remind me what I know already. But that doesn’t satisfy my hot libido, I am sex-starved. For six months now you have denied me this body. You demanded I ca
Once upon a time on a crisp November morning, late summer in Rio Hondo, at the Fanny’s mansion, bottles of beer, rum and cigars were seen littered all over the table. And carelessly scattered on the floor were G-string, pants, sleeves and a polka-dotted dress. In the other corner the bed was creaking hugely under the weight of two figures. A sonorous moan blared and hung over them. Like a trumpet, the female voice amplified the most out of the window, while the male voice groaned and grunted at a terribly disturbing way.Opula was bouncing and having her fragile, slender waist astride the legs of Ken, whose mouth was gaping, and hands infinitely stroking and fondling her fragile small breasts.“Y – you are not doing badly today,” Ken stuttered under her weight and squeezed her tapering waist.She shut her eyes and breathed hard. “Yesterday’s sex was horrendous,” she sounded through a moan and clenched her teeth to pound harder. “I am going to give it to you hot!” she managed to say in
Indigenes of Rio Hondo often referred to me as the poorest, ragged girl, but I could barely fight anyone over it or prove them wrong in any pragmatic way because, literally, I was poor.My poor father died when I was six. Mother said he died mysteriously, but whenever she mentioned that I often understood her empathy, after she must have elaborated, he died out of the depression of poverty. With nothing to fall back on, we relocated to our grandpa’s house to perch with him. Not that he was richer, but he was poorer. Daily we clung to the jaw of hunger and wants, since the meager vegetable garden he groomed could barely sprout enough produce, let alone make it to the market.Grandpa died and opened the door of intense lack for us as we looked forward to joining him soon. Inheriting a poorly grooved vegetable garden and a fragile, roofless, thatched, cane house, we waited for the hands of death to pay us homage soon.It didn’t stop us from going to the market anyway. While others sold th
“What other task do you talk of, my wife?” Frank asked, paced up and down the bedroom, still nursing his libido.“I told you how my father rebuked me when I demanded two million dollars for your upkeep. He boasted about Brian and Melissa and how they would champion over the wealth of the Fanny’s by the time he regains his sanity…” she paused and got hold of some documents on the table, “Now bring your ass here and read this.” She pointed into the documents, “This is the contract marriage agreement papers between them and this clause says that either Brian or Melissa would automatically assume as heir to the Fanny Group should Melissa bear him at least a child in the window period of the contract marriage.” She grinned and frowned at Frank, “Did you get that?”Frank interjected arrogantly, “I know all of that wife, you don’t need to remind me what I know already. But that doesn’t satisfy my hot libido, I am sex-starved. For six months now you have denied me this body. You demanded I ca
“If I would ever survive this marriage, please some should let me know,” I said in my head while I face a panel of police officers sent by the billionaire, Fanny Luis to query me over carelessness of taking care of his son.This was a case of murder but perpetrated by a mentally deranged man; I saw no case there, perhaps no case with Brian but me.Their hostile faces scanned my teary face and I was dumbfounded to utter a reply to their question. My thought still beamed on the scene at the mansion before the party of policemen bundled me to the station for questioning.Before I left for the station, my husband was bound hands and feet, left in the scorching sun of summer and whipped like a stubborn cattle. The last sight of him was blood gushing through his nostrils and blisters all over his naked body. I could recall how I screamed at the tops of my voice, yelling madly at the security from the car of the police, who were driving me to the station at the time.That was happening to Br
Like a lioness, I flinched for action, taking caution and care as I advanced towards our chambers. The servant was clamoring and gasping for life. Now I have become nervous. Salsa scuttled right behind me, hooting her breath in fear and burning the back of my neck with her warm breath and combing around for my husband.The scream of the servant had startled everyone and soon, darting eyes peeped through their windows to wonder what the problem was. But no one wanted to risk coming out of their chambers to verify with me because certainly in the mansion, presently it was only my husband that courted trouble and ruin; the attack on Opula, the stigmatization on Brian seemed to have doubled so much that our chambers were declared out of ban.The stigmatization was becoming alarming and annoying that everyone stared at me as though I was a beast. If my husband were to strangle me to death, no one would run to my rescue. I was that ill-fated…Brian had stopped ranting and kicking against th
Outside, she writhed in pain, wriggled her body and shouted at the tops of her loins as the security bound her and flogged her naked body before casting her into the street…“It could have been me. Yes. It could have been me,” I spoke within myself, shedding tears for Ella as I peeped through the window, observing as she dared to cover her breasts on the streets as onlookers paused to take a glimpse of her nude and mock her. Indeed, she was lost about where to turn…This was jungle justice, and I was pained that such an adverse judgment was given to her.“She deserves worse than that,” a voice sounded somewhere behind me and I flinched to see it was Salsa. Her lips pouted in unforgiveness and vengeance. I saw it all spelled on her face.“Do you have a hand in that?” I asked and returned my gaze on Ella who was being touched and poked in the ass by those lustful, dirty men on the street.“Are you still asking if I have a hand in that? Of course, I do,” Salsa revealed, mumbling quietly
All the servants stood coldly, staring with uncertainty in their eyes and fear on their shoulders. No one knew who was going to fall victim. The diamond pearl was worth forty-five million dollars, according to Opula who had been ranting over the worth of the piece.Fanny Luis, the billionaire, stood aside with his thunderous face held out as he waited for results; this was indeed a serious issue and anyone that fell victim was going to be dealt with dastardly.Just like Opula, Fanny paced up and down, his flute of wine handy, waiting for the security to proffer results. More than every other thing, I was more particularly interested in my husband’s safety than the missing diamond. He was still ranting at the tops of his lungs at the time and I wished he could avoid the security and vice versa. I didn’t want anyone to hurt him in any way.I only suspected Brian could launch an attack on any of the security who could possibly kick the hell out of his ass. I wished they could allow me to
Under the command of her hoarse, shrill voice, all the servants came out in a single file and gave a long face as Opula barked and paraded with the security. At the time, she had gone crimson and berserk, so the servants dared not to consent to her troubles.Her chant had woken up everyone, including the billionaire himself, Fanny Luis, who was busy gulping down flutes of beer at the bar and writhing in pain over the disappearance of the diamond pearl; it hurt Fanny so much because he could remember gifting his daughters a pearl of diamond after his granny advised him to start doing such because women were priceless even more than pearls of diamond.At the time, I was busy in my chamber singing Brian’s song and cuddling him to slumber after Opula’s chant startled him from sleep. It wasn’t too long when I heard a bang on my door.I flinched like a kitten from fire. It was actually for me or did I hear wrongly? The bang came yet again, and it was as if the intruder would daze me a slap
Most times when my husband acted violently and hit the door, the chef would delay bringing our food and whenever they brought it the food would be too small for us. This had drastically affected even the quality of food they brought around.The food upon arrival would either be stale or would seemingly be like the remnant of the food Opula, Kate and Eva just had; on one of the occasions, I discovered that the pasta they brought for us had rotten, and it offended my audacity to think that this was food from them to their brother.Recently, I told them to ignore whatever sentiments they had against us and bring us enough food and on time too. I gave them the idea of bringing the food through the rear exit whenever Brian kicked and thumped against the front door, because I noticed the chefs often didn’t drop his food at the front door because of his constant kicking and thumping on the door.Most times, these chefs thought that he would break out the next minute and attack them.“No! No!
I didn’t know it was dawn already until Brian dragged on my lush hair. When I sluggishly opened my eyes, I saw he was standing by my side, earnestly, pulling on my hair. Being pulled now, nothing pained me so much as my hair. I had a turf dry hair so any harm on it left me with unfathomable migraine.“Oh my hair, Brian! You are hurting me! Will you be happy if I get hurt?” I lamented at the top of my lungs. At the time, my hair was almost pulling off my scalp and Brian was pulling harder.But there was no stopping him. His face grinned hugely, and his teeth clenched as he pulled without any iota of emotion on his face. He pulled on my hair as if it were some cord that was tied to an edge. As soon as the song came from my tone, I could feel a bit relief as he was letting go gradually. When I sang harder, he let go completely and sat on the floor a baby. I had gone crimson on my face and my scalp was aching with the utmost disdain now.Usually it was an opportunity for me to wash him, a
Immediately, Eva submerged her naked body in the pool, Tony, her husband, drifted to her side.“Do you mind if I join you in the pool?” he demanded, smiling cheek to cheek.She obliged him with a smile, “I can’t wait. Bring it on, sweetie.”Normally, she had always enjoyed making love to her husband by the pools, and whenever he appeared at her side during swimming hours, she often did his bidding effortlessly, knowing the satisfaction that was about to engrave her heart.Once he stamped her a kiss on the brow, she mumbled, “My father has finally decided to ban Brian from sharing the dining with us. This is the most disheartening news of my life. Can you believe that?” she nagged, expecting her husband to take sides with her.But Tony actually didn’t disappoint her when he said, “Why would he take such a drastic decision on his only son?” Tony asked, stroking her hair.“After the recent attack on Opula, my sisters reached a consensus. I may not be seeing much of my brother again.” Her