“We'll be landing in a few minutes ma'am” Her attendant, Loose said. Aramide absent-mindedly typed away on her laptop, her thoughts were engrossed in only one thing, or better put, one person
“Aramide Adegoke Do you agree to be my wife, In sickness and in health, through drama and fireworks, With sugar and cookies?” he asked
I chuckled as a tear slipped down my eyes. I quickly took a hold of myself and nodded vigorously. I gladly watched as he slipped the silver ring unto my finger,
He helped me up and held me close. “I love you,” I said as a tear slipped.
“ I love you more..” he said
“More you than you can ever imagine” I replied. And with that, our lips collided and before I knew it, I had given myself to him on a silver platter.
Cole Dawn.
The man who was the beginning of her end,
“Aramide! Aramide! Please listen to me!” Cole's yells echoed throughout the streets as he ran after me, I alternated between wiping my tears and trying to get a taxi, I felt used, pathetic, and stupid, once again, once again I had let someone play with me. Why? Why didn't I just stick to my career? Why? Why did I have to fall in love with the wrong person, all over again? “Aramide,” he said again, as he managed to catch up and held my arm, and in a split second my palm collided with his face. “don't touch me” I gritted out through my teeth “Oh my gosh! Aramide where are you? Cole just—” “Y-you knew?” “For how long have you known?” I asked my heart breaking, begging for the answer to be different f
Aramide felt everything at once, panic, pain, happiness, and then nothing at all, The melanin beauty barely registered being taken into Dante's Mansion. She was completely frozen, It had been two years, yet that voice sounded the same, deep, not too high pitched but loud enough to draw attention. "Thanks," I began, Immediately catching his attention "Thanks for everything" I finished. "We're gonna meet my parents tomorrow, Are you excited?" "More than I can ever express!" I giggled. Bola's words echoed in my head, but I tossed them to the back of my head, I wanted to be happy, to enjoy these moments, to relish the beauty of the beach, I just wanted to relax, for a while "Are you alright?" Aramide heard a voice speak, for a moment there she thought she had heard her Cole's vo
Cole downed another shot of vodka barely registering the impatient look on the bartender's face. He had been here for the past few hours, trying to get away from his present and maybe, just maybe reconnect with his past. his past, If someone had told him two years ago that his future wouldn't have his Aramide in it, he would have laughed in their face. but here he was now, tied to a woman he didn't even love because she had a child for him “Another shot” his gruff voice whispered. The bartender raised an eyebrow before speaking. “I am sorry, but you need to leave now, the bar had already closed for the past 20 minutes now,” the man said trying to reason with Cole. Cole looked around. Indeed he was the only one in this bar excluding the bartender. Was he so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the loud music go low till
Aramide exited her car the moment she pulled into the driveway, she shoved past her maids and workers and went straight up to her room, the dark-skinned beauty locked the door and slid down it. She sat there, not speaking, or making a sound, just letting all the tears she had bottled up over the years slip down her eyes. All the memories barged into her mind, breaking through the security she had built over the years. Aramide felt raw, exposed, and vulnerable. A feeling she had sworn she would never feel again. Guilt tugged on her, she didn't want to feel this way, she was betraying herself, just by failing to keep to the rules she set for herself. She wiped a tear off her face as realization hit her; Coming back to London was the worst decision had ever made. Loving Cole still topped the list though. At this rate, she would have an epistle.
"Coming!" Aramide whispered as she rushed back into her bathroom. She washed off the tear tracks on her face and tried to practice her best smile in front of her broken mirror but failed miserably. She shrugged. Oh well. She changed out of her dress into some jeans and a big tee shirt, she sighed as she walked up to the door, her hand lingered on the handle and for a moment there, she debated locking herself up in there, hiding from the reality that always awaited her the moment she left the room. Still, she braced herself as she opened the door only to be met by familiar green orbs "Daniel," she said in a heavy tone. "Now is not a good time" she finished her eyes threatening to spill tears Daniel smiled sadly "since when has it ever been a good time? Life isn't that generous Clarissa" he replied and they locked eyes for a moment before Aramide broke the eye contact "Why are you h
“thank you” Aramide whispered as she pulled herself from the well-needed hug Daniel had given her, the man only gave her a small smile as he sat on the ground Indian style, Aramide chuckled. Daniel raised an eyebrow seemingly confused as to what was amusing. “W-why are you staring at me like that?” He asked as his eyebrows creased in confusion. Aramide chuckled once again before sitting in an Indian style too, very aware of Daniel's eye digging into her skin, the melanin beauty finally caught her breath and spoke up “don't mind me,” she began with a small smile, “It's not every day you see a white billionaire sitting on the ground Indian style” Daniel bit his lip at the racist remark and even though he wanted to say a lot, he knew nothing could change society's view, besides how could he change society when his household was racist, Aramide must have sensed t
Silence fell on both of them, only the sound of the breeze hitting their clothes, and the loud silence between them could be heard. Daniel bit his lip, He had probably realized that this was a bad idea “it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I would understand, that was so insensitive of me to ask, just because I told you about my past. I think I have overstayed my welcome, good—" He rambled. "Wait," Aramide said before Daniel could take enough steps to the door. He froze just a few steps past her, his eyes still glued to the door, he knew asking such a question was a bad idea and he still did. He had no idea why he did it — why he asked the dreaded question, He was sure Aramide would not talk to him anymore. He had messed up. though Aramide's next words shocked him. "I - I fell in love..." She trailed off, cutting through Daniel's trial of torturous thoughts as he glanced over at her, only to see she had he
“Aramide!” Blaire screamed. She barely registered the fact that she had just used the wrong name but it was certain that even if she knew she couldn't care less at this moment, the woman began to frantically search the room, fear spread across her facial features as her hands shook terribly. It didn't take too long for the army of soldiers they considered workers to storm into the room each other froze in place at the sight of the bed neither daring to make a sound or move. Olivia, Aramide's most trusted maid had tears threatening to spill down her eyes, she was the only one who knew Aramide's true identity apart from Blaire of course, the sight in front of her was one for more than sore eyes, the sheets were completely soaked in blood, and holding written on the mini mirror beside her nightstand table was "247" The trail of blood
“I never imagined things would end like this mom,” Aracely’s hands traced the table as she stared at the mirror. She was in her mother’s dressing room getting ready and the brown-haired girl was almost sure that she was going to fall into the nearest bed and doze off. Aracely had no one else to blame but herself though. The nineteen-year-old knew that it was a horrible idea to go out partying all night yesterday which was Christmas, knowing fully well her parents’ wedding was today. “You still took stunning” Aramide commented as she finished up on her makeup. Aracely bit her lip and smiled. The brown-haired girl pulled her mother’s chair back and knelt in front of the woman. “I’ve never told you this but…” she paused. Her breath hitched and her eyes watered with fresh tears. “Thank you” Aracely breathed. Aramide’s eyes glistened with emotion but before she could speak, Aracely took the woman’s hands into hers, “Thank you so much for being my mother for –“ “Aracely, what’s g
“I didn’t believe it when I heard it.” Aracely said when she caught the reflection of a brown haired boy with green eyes at the familiar lake. Her fingers tugged on her white gown as she struggled to breath through her tears and the warm feeling in her chest. She took a step forward and ignored the pain that shot up in her foot when she hit a small rock. She could remember the night she had found this place.Or better still that she had fallen off.She had just left her home for fresh air after her small argument with Latifa- Latifa. Aracely still struggled to accept that she was gone. They had spent their best years together, struggling through the twisted maze they called life. Aracely knew Latifa didn’t deserve to die, no one did. But she was dead. She got she got straight to the head no freaking questioned asked and why? Because she was related to Aracely. Aracely grew up understanding the meaning of l
“You did it,” Bola whispered as she stumbled back, a bit of blood escaped her lips as her hands went to her stomach which had blood rushing out of it. At this point, everyone had frozen and Aramide let the gun fall out of her hands as tears filled her eyes “ I knew you had it in you.” Bola said as she fell. Aramide’s hands covered her lips as her feet remained glued to the ground. She felt someone hold her from behind and it was then she realized from the strong scent of lavender that it was Cole. Tears filled Aramide’s eyes and she couldn’t tell if it was tears of relief or sorrow, she finally regained control of her limbs and walked over to Bola. She knelt in front of her and said “I’ll never understand how and why you did this? I’ll never be able to accept that you have always been like this…” “A monster?” Bola replied hoarsely as a tear rolled down her cheeks, she was laid on the ground her
The first thing Aramide noticed as she walked down the aisle was Aracely’s wide smile, her daughter looked so pretty. She was wearing a short pink gown and had a white bow on her brown hair, it was tied in a ponytail, the wedding was to take place in the garden and Aramide had to admit that Mercedes had done a great job with the decorations, the aisle had been designed with roses, not too far ahead. Efrain stood by one of the two pillars that held up the small space where the couple was to stand under. The chairs that were set in the garden were white, the scent of thick lavender filled the air, it was Aracely’s favorite scent and Aramide could vaguely remember that the scent lingered on Cole too. Aramide mirrored the smile on her daughter’s face, she was holding hands with someone – Cole. Aramide wasn’t sure she remembered when they had gotten together, but over the past two months, they had gotten closer. Ar
Aramide sighed as she stared into the mirror, she was dressed in a white gown and had a beautiful tiara on her newly styled hair. Her hands traced the jewelry on her neck and rested on the space between the jewelry and her off-shoulder dress – where the amulet rested. The one that bound her to her daughter for so many years. It had been a few months since Daniel died. Since he was buried and since Aracely had broken down in pain. The first few months had been horrible, Aracely barely ate or moved around, she was confined to the four walls of her room. Mercedes was devastated. She refused to look or even speak to Aramide. She blamed the brown-skinned woman for her brother’s death and she wasn’t wrong, to be honest. She was right. Aramide could still visualize the compounded images or Mercedes’ eyes with dark circles and her lips pursed into a line. Cole’s deep stares and sighs. The way his hands slowly ran through his
Bola groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, well, one eye. The thick smell of smoke filled her nostrils and she scrunched it up. She bit her lip as she glanced around, she knew something was wrong, yet she hadn’t been able to pinpoint what it was. She could recall going over the hospital that Aramide had been in to get Cole back. That man knew too many of her secrets and now, Aramide knew then too, she could also recall that Aramide had refused to let her take Cole. An argument ensued and things got a bit bloody from there, but how did this happen though? Had she been caught? Was she in prison? She desperately needed answers now. The blonde woman looked around from her place on the bed, she was slowly becoming aware of everything around her, the small night lamp beside the bed, the fact that the w
Aramide let out a shuddered breath as she walked towards the coffin in front of her. The coffin that had Daniel inside. She traced her hands over it and her eyes filled with tears all over again. it had been a few days already. They had all stalled the burial because Aracely insisted that she wanted to be there and deep down everyone was scared and reluctant to say goodbye. Nevertheless, they were all here now. The loss had always been a pain in the neck. Death? death never knocked — It never warned you — It never gave notice and it didn't even barge in. It came like a thief and it stole. it stole someone's life— someone's peace of mind — someone's source of happiness, someone's brother, sister, mother, father, daughter, son. Today Aramide had to say goodbye to someone who always wanted her to stay. She bit her lip. You only really know what you had till you lose it. till a
Bola grunted in pain as she continued down the sidewalk, stumbling into things as she struggled to see with only one eye open. She dragged herself across the ground as she tried not to fall unconscious. One of her hands was over her eyes with a cloth — trying to control the bleeding. Bola was sure that if she survived this—she would make Aramide pay for all the pain she was going through and the fact that she may lose her eye. After everything Aramide had taken from her, now, she wanted to steal her eyesight too? the woman was despicable in Bola's opinion. Bola knew that the probability of her surviving this was very slim. Yes, she had managed to escape before the cops arrived, but that didn't mean that there wasn't this lingering fear of what would happen if she got caught. The last thing she needed was to end up in a maximum prison cell for Daniel. That man wasn't w
“What's going on? Why is no one speaking up?” Aracely asked with worry etched on her features. She had just woken up, her hands clawed on the sheets as she tried to stabilize herself. It was obvious she was still weak and probably disoriented as well with the way her eyes navigated around the room, curiously breaking through her face like wrinkles. “It's not—" Mercedes tried but Aramide cut her off. “You need to be strong Aracely.” Aramide said as she walked over to her and held her hand, a smile spread across the girl's face. ”You are here,” She sighed in relief as her eyes filled with tears, they weren't of sorrow — yet. Aracely reached out for her mother and squeezed the woman's hands tight “What about Daniel? Where is he?" Aracely asked she tried to find him in the occupied room but Aramide was blocking her view. “He didn't come with? Did he go get something? Is he talking to s