BELLA’S POV It was the weekend, and fortunately, the doctor gave her permission to go home, providing guidance on medication and lifestyle. She was not comfortable staying alone without assistance. Therefore, the plan was for Ms Jade to accompany her home to recuperate while I escorted her mother to the mainland to gather some belongings to stay with her temporarily. The journey to the mainland was convenient, and we finally reached her residence. As she disembarked from the vehicle, she adjusted her garment and retrieved her keys from her bag. While she proceeded towards the entrance, I ensured to secure the car to prevent falling victim to the prevalent crimes in the vicinity. Observing her standing in front of the door with a perplexed expression, I approached her and inquired about the issue. She remained still, gazing at the door, and confessed, "I vividly remember locking the door." She turned the doorknob, entered cautiously, and I followed. The room was shrouded in darkness
JOLAADE’S POV As I began to emerge into the public eye, becoming a prominent figure with all eyes on me, there was one particular fear that consumed me. It was my greatest dread, a haunting spectre from my past, a profound internal conflict... I was terrified that people would uncover that part of me if they delved deeper into my life. However, things took a different turn when my Ex resurfaced, the sex video was leaked, and I wanted it all to end. Fortunately, I was given a second chance at life, thanks to those who supported me. However, I was beginning to feel remorse for being given another opportunity in life. I deeply longed for the choice to have given up rather than face my worst nightmare resurfacing. Benson was standing directly outside my front door. I could curse my luck for seeming to be working against me. He ought to have simply been left to languish in prison. What have I possibly done to warrant this? >>>> I awoke and found myself reclining on my bed. The only ot
"Enough!" I exclaimed, leaving them taken aback. "Terminate the call immediately," I demanded. "But we're doing this for your benefit," Jade argued. "Please, end the call now," I implored, tears welling up in my eyes. Reluctantly, they ended the call. It all began one afternoon when Christian and Jadesola met at my place and couldn't understand why Zach hadn't reached out to me despite what I had been through in recent weeks. They believed he should have forgiven me by now for a video from the past. So, they decided to call him through Jade's phone to confront him. They had the phone on speaker, resting on my elegant coffee table while they sat on the couch. "Hey," he greeted over the phone, unaware of their intentions. "How much longer do you need to dwell on the past?" Jade was the first to speak. "Not this again," he sighed. "What do you mean? You're not God. It's time to move on," Jade added. "Brother, letting go is the best course of action. You should call her, you kn
BELLA’S POV It was the beginning of a new week and we all had to gather at the office early to welcome the new boss, who happened to be Mr. Richard's cousin. The morning rush hour was in full swing, as it typically is in the city on any given workday, especially on Mondays. There's just something about Mondays that makes everything so hectic. I made sure to beat the traffic, get the office space ready, and ensure that all the staff were present and prepared. "ETA in three minutes," I informed the staff once we had finished making all the necessary arrangements to make a good impression. We all assembled at the reception area, with me holding a bouquet as a customary way of welcoming important guests. To our surprise, the new boss was not the middle-aged man we were expecting; instead, he was a young man in his thirties, escorted in by the firm's security officers. Wow! He was unbelievably good-looking, like a special appearance character from a movie. His well-tailored double-brea
I was intrigued by the destination he was taking me to. He made an effort to reassure me and ease my nerves, ensuring me that he had no ill intentions. His behaviour on the first day of work was drawing attention and reminded me of Wale. I noticed he was wearing a wedding band as he gripped the steering wheel, which immediately raised a red flag in my mind, "Is he married?" I pondered. He caught me staring at his wedding ring, and I quickly averted my gaze. Out of the blue, he asked, "Do you have a fiancé?" I was taken aback and struggled to respond. "I could recommend a place where you can find high-quality wedding rings," He said. His sudden kindness surprised me, leaving me puzzled about his true intentions. I remained silent, and he chuckled, "Don't tell me you're unattached. Then why are you fixated on my wedding ring?" He continued, "You probably think someone like me should be single. Well, I'm married with two daughters, so rest assured, you're safe around me. I am devoted t
While still in the parking lot, I called Ms. Jolaade and she answered quickly. "Hey, Bella. How's work?" "Work's good, ma'am. I need a favour, but I'll explain later." "Go ahead." "Can I have Officer Frederick's phone number?" "I'll send it to you right away. Is it work-related?" "Yes, ma'am, but it's nothing too serious." I lied to reassure her. "Okay. I'll send it," she said and hung up. "That must be the famous Jolaade," Mr. Maurice remarked. "Yes, sir." "I'd like to meet her someday." "Definitely, sir." A message came in. She had sent the number. I called the number immediately and asked Mr. Maurice how to proceed. "Arrange a meeting," he advised. The call was answered, "Hello, Officer Frederick." "Who am I speaking to?" "This is Bella, Ms. Jolaade's assistant." "Oh! What can I do for you?" "Can we meet?" "Of course, but give me thirty minutes to wrap up here." "No problem, sir. I'll text you the address." "Alright then," and he hung up. We entered the build
JOLAADE’S POV I had just completed my morning run and was on my way home when Bella called me. I was taken aback when she informed me that the woman who stole the insurance had been apprehended and she also updated me on how Mr. Richard's cousin played a significant role in solving the case. I couldn't help but burst into laughter when I learned that Officer Frederick wanted him and his team to be recognized as the primary individuals who cracked the case. "He has a great sense of humour," I chuckled and congratulated Bella on a job well done. Our conversation ended as I reached my front door and entered my house, making sure to lock the door behind me. I was perspiring profusely and knew I needed to take a shower immediately. I removed my sweatshirt and sweatpants and wrapped myself in a towel. Standing before the mirror, I examined myself closely, scrutinizing every detail from the pores on my face, eyebrows, the colour of my eyes, neckline, hair, and even the prominent scar that
‘A bond once broken, a heart once sore A daughter’s trust shattered, a mother’s fault But time and tears brought a second chance To mend the pieces, to heal the dance…’ Horrified, I dropped to my knees and implored them to release her. The individuals in my living area exuded an air of seriousness, far from any jovial intentions. They had positioned her in a chair at the dining table, instilling in her a sense of quiet dread. The clinking of kitchenware resonated from the kitchen, diverting my gaze in that direction. Benson emerged from the kitchen, clutching a knife and a large crimson apple. I was taken aback. Catching sight of me on my knees, he sneered. "I issued you an ultimatum, and you chose to disregard it," he articulated. "I did not... I did not...I had gone to look for the money.” I fibbed. “Just because I married your mother won’t stop me from putting a bullet through her brain.” As I gazed upon my mother, I saw the tears on her face and I couldn’t hold back mine.
I felt agitated and anxious while pacing back and forth in my office; he had stopped answering my calls. Suddenly, he entered my office, catching me off guard. However, his expression was not what I had expected; he was sporting a wide grin and carrying a shopping bag. "Zach? You need to explain yourself. What's happening? You had me concerned." "There's no need to worry," he replied, moving closer. Placing the bag on the sofa, he continued, "Do you recall the movie trailer that garnered over two million views in just two days?" "Yes, I do," I responded. "We have received numerous calls and emails from people requesting to attend the premiere. It's in a week, and I want you to accompany me." "Are you certain this is wise?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "What about your agency and fans?" "Can you momentarily set them aside and focus on me? This is my desire." After a brief pause, I nodded, "I'll do it for you," he motioned towards the bag. "What's inside?" I asked as we both sat on
While we were driving back home, Zach became curious and inquired, "What was the secret?" "It's something I can't reveal." "Yes, I understand it's confidential." "Exactly, that's why I can't disclose it." "Are we keeping secrets from each other?" "Alright, I'll share this much - it's women's talk." "And then?" "That's all I can say for now." He looked at me and grinned. "Could you please concentrate on driving?" "How can I focus when you're right here beside me?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush at his compliment. "We need to prepare for the wedding," I reminded him. >>>> The anticipated day arrived at last; wedding bells chimed, love filled the air, and the celebration was in full swing. I may have upset a few people by taking their place, but I paid no mind to whoever they might have been. The church service concluded, and the reception was a lively affair filled with dancing and joy. The bride had wed a football star who had all the ladies swooning; I caught glimpses
I followed the guard to the room where he was detained and handcuffed. Both the lawyer and Zach wanted to accompany me, but I insisted on going alone. Upon entering the room, I was met with a malevolent grin on the guard's face, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The guard excused himself as I seated, leaving me to face the most malevolent individual I had ever encountered. "I received your message from the court. So, you've decided to take legal action?" he sneered. "I can't fathom where you found the courage to do so. Someone must have influenced you. But beware, if the tables turn, I will come after you and all those close to you." It was evident that he was trying to mask his fear. He knew there was no turning back from this, as I, the witness, was determined to ensure that he received the rightful judgment he deserved. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Firstly, I must express my regret for ever crossing paths with you. Secondly, I release you from my heart today so that I m
The following morning, he was still fast asleep when I woke up. I brushed my teeth and went through my skincare routine. I heard a strange noise coming from the living room, so I decided to investigate. As I walked downstairs, my braids fell across my shoulders. To my surprise, the door was left slightly open. Although we might have forgotten to lock it due to last night's activities, we definitely didn't leave it ajar. I noticed a large suitcase near the entrance, which was unexpected since Zach hadn't mentioned any travel plans. I heard a grunt and some muffled talking outside the house. I waited and saw an elderly man entering, carrying a heavy suitcase that he dropped by the door. When he saw me, he asked, "And who might you be?" I was at a loss for words since I didn't recognize him, but then Mrs. Williams walked in, surprising me. "You're here!" she exclaimed happily, and I greeted her in a traditional manner by kneeling. "Hey!" she stopped me, pulling me to my feet. "You don'
I have decided to detach myself from my neighbours; they always end up causing me heartache. I graciously accepted the gift, but it didn't really excite me. I put on a fake smile and greeted her. She thanked me and left with the little girl. I wish them well and hope they stick around longer than the others. I wasn't in the mood for any more neighbour drama; I had my fill of it. Why is it customary to give gifts to new neighbours when they move in? I don't personally see the point. I went back inside and took a much-needed shower, feeling refreshed and clean. I returned to the living room in casual attire and watched a bit of a movie while having lunch. Then, I received a call from Zach, saying, "The trial date has been set. We'll be going to court more often." he texted. I let out a sigh, my breath shaking, a hint of fear creeping into my heart. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I have to do this, not just for myself, but for my mother. Benson must be held accountable.
"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" I paused in the middle of sipping my tea and turned to face him. I swallowed, "What exactly do you mean by 'prepare my bath'?" I inquired. "Don't worry, I am fully capable of doing it myself," I insisted. "Are you certain?" he persisted. "Yes, I am," I responded, attempting to avoid overreacting. Placing the cup on the tray, I started to rise from the bed. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "I need to head to the gym, so I must get ready," I explained. "Should I accompany you?" he asked. "No, you can stay here and wait for my return. It should only take around two to three hours," I reassured. "Two to three hours?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this? What if you injure yourself?" he countered. "I am not a child, Zach. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," I insisted. Just as the words left my lips, I accidentally bumped my leg against one of the clothing boxes near the closet. I winced, and before I knew
"There were numerous beds, blankets, and a cosy atmosphere, and I found myself wondering why he wouldn't make a move on me. I had an amazing night - the delicious food, the movies we watched, and spending the whole day with him until this morning was so enjoyable. But apart from a kiss on my forehead, there wasn't anything more." I vented my feelings while trying to keep my composure in my seat. "And you wanted more..." the therapist asked. "Yes, I did." "Then why didn't you take the initiative?" "Because... because I was scared he avoided it because of my past. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore," I assumed. "When a man treats you so well, it shows his true feelings for you. Have you thought that he might not have made a move because he knows you're hurting and thinks it wouldn't be considerate of him?" the therapist suggested. I sighed, realizing she might be right. I've noticed the way he looks at me, his eyes filled with more passion for me than ever before, and I
"He did that?" "Yes. I was quite taken aback myself," I responded to the lady seated across from me. The office was pleasant and cosy; gazing at the woman's countenance assured me that I could confide in her. She had been an attentive listener all along. She was recommended to me by one of the incredible individuals I met at the gym, and my sessions with her have been excellent thus far. "First and foremost, I must commend you for your courage in opening up to him. It truly requires a lot of bravery to confess to him despite being aware of the potential outcomes," she remarked. "Thank you," I murmured, wiping away the remnants of tears on my face with the tissue in my hand. "So, how have you been feeling since then?" I exhaled, raising my head slightly with my gaze fixed on the wall behind her. "I felt relieved; relieved that I was no longer concealing things from him; it felt like a weight of the secret had been lifted, and I felt a sense of ease; but somehow, it didn't alleviat
We strolled down the street together, taking in the sights. Out of the blue, he reached for my hand, catching me off guard. As we passed by my usual store, I felt drawn to the array of alcoholic beverages on display, my throat craving a sip. "Zach, do you know why my doctor warned me about alcohol?" I inquired. "No, I have no clue," he replied. "I struggle with alcohol... I'm addicted... and right now, I just wish I could drown my sorrows in a bottle until they disappear," I confessed. He halted, gently turning my face to meet his gaze. "Are you in pain?" he asked. I let out a sigh and resumed walking, with him following closely. "Do you know why I take that pill? I suffer from tremors and anxiety when I'm scared or anxious," he revealed. "Stop beating around the bush, Jolaade. Just tell me," he urged. "Would you mind if we stopped over there?" I gestured towards a nearby restaurant, suggesting we grab a bite to eat and chat. He agreed, and we secured a private table at the re