"...I was unaware of his parents' desire to rescind my admission at that time until he recently informed me. It dawned on me that my anger was misdirected towards him when in reality, he made a significant sacrifice on my behalf," she recounted. What a small world, Bella and Wale? I would have never imagined. How could the son of a conglomerate, the heir to the largest insurance company in the state, have been in my presence for over a month without my knowledge? I clearly need to be more observant. Nevertheless, Wale's presence has been immensely beneficial and productive. A website launch, an app in progress, and a swift and reliable office internet network were all his contributions. I may need to find someone else to continue what he started, or even consider scrapping the entire project if necessary. I am not willing to take any risks with someone I do not trust. On second thought, Bella seems to have two potential love interests. Interesting! We seem to be in similar situation
I despised myself for being deceitful and keeping secrets. Zach would definitely be upset if he ever discovered that my ex had been living next door all this time, not to mention the kiss we shared and the fling I couldn't shake off for him. I drowned my sorrows in vodka while I sat on the couch lost in my thoughts. A continuous knocking at the door reverberated through the room. "I really need to install a doorbell soon. These knocks are going to give me a heart attack," I grumbled as I made my way to the door. Opening it, I was met with a dishevelled man who seemed in desperate need of company. "She left again," he said angrily. "Where to?" I inquired. "To America. I'll be all alone again, just like some stupid bachelor," he replied, walking into my house uninvited as I closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry to hear that. But why not go with her?" "And abandon my business to fail?" he shot back. “Why is he here? Why is he confiding in me?” I pondered, but he cut in with a q
Disbelief was evident on his face as he said, "So, you did end up sleeping with him." His voice was filled with disgust as he looked at me as if I were filthy.7 HOURS EARLIER,At midday, approximately 2 pm, I found myself waiting at the airport for his arrival, gripped by guilt that was tormenting me; my heart was racing, and I had to rely on my pills more than usual. When he emerged from the crowd, looking as striking as ever, I almost felt faint. I began to question my actions, unable to face the consequences. Clearly, I wasn't thinking when I did it and I was foolishly susceptible.He appeared wearing a fashionable face mask and sunglasses to conceal his identity. As he approached, he waved at me from a distance, and I responded with a forced smile. I discreetly took an extra pill to calm my nerves.Upon his arrival, I greeted him with a smile and an awkward embrace, to which he reciprocated with open arms. "Are you all right?" he inquired, noticing my unease."Yes... Yes... I'm f
"I had no idea I had dozed off," he remarked upon entering the room."I didn't want to wake you, so I decided to freshen up before asking you to join me in bed," I explained.I made my way to the bed and pulled the blanket over me. He followed suit."You can go ahead and get some sleep now," I suggested."Not until I..." his voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss my lips gently, just like a true gentleman would.I found myself gradually enveloped in his mesmerizing rhythm as he fervently kissed me; however, sudden memories of Gabriel and I interrupted the moment, forcing me to pull away."What's the matter?" he inquired. Unable to give a response, he persisted with the kiss, only to be overwhelmed by the memories once again, leading me to cry out, "Stop!" He looked surprised.I felt my panic attack beginning to emerge gradually, causing me to tremble. I searched through my belongings in the drawer to locate the pill. Once I found it, I ingested the pill. As I prepared to return it,
"I've actually been in town this whole time. I just needed to confirm what I saw." She's been here the whole time? She's been deceiving us about her trip to America, plotting to shame me. But Catherine's current presence was a puzzle I couldn't solve unless one of them chose to clarify. Their stares were intense. I felt as though I could vanish into thin air or rewind time as if it never occurred. "There was a time, I went back to the US for a photo shoot, and Catherine noticed that I was distant. She came up to me and asked what was wrong. I had to be honest with her and tell her that I didn't appreciate the hurtful things she did to you. She was shocked that we were neighbours. I wish I had taken her warning about you seriously. She had cautioned me to keep my man away from you, but I trusted you. It's clear now; how someone like you had Zach wrapped around your finger." She advanced a few steps and stated, "You both underestimated my intelligence. Jolaade, I trusted you but you
Who would have imagined that I would fall so far and destroy everything I had worked for - the trust of the people, my career, my future, the support of those who believed in me, my public image, and my entire life, all in one night with my own actions. The incessant sound of notifications and calls was slowly draining me as I made my way back home in complete despair. There was no denying it. I was ruined. The realization that my private video was out there was causing my heart to race as if it might burst. Thoughts like, what will others say? How will I face my staff tomorrow? How will I explain this to Mr. Richard? What will Mrs. Williams, Christian, my mother, the Chief of Staff, and the entire world think of me? Tears were no longer an option. I went to the cabinet where I kept my drinks, took out a bottle of vodka, removed the cap, and started drinking as if the consequences were of no concern. However, my phone continued to ring incessantly, with multiple missed calls from Bel
BELLA'S POV It was after 6 am when I saw the medical team loading her into the ambulance in front of the building. It was heart-wrenching to witness her in that state, as memories of my late sister flooded my mind. She looked so pale, with her hands stained in blood. I couldn't fathom the immense pain she must have endured before resorting to such a drastic measure. The ambulance drove away from the premises. I noticed Jadesola standing near the entrance, looking visibly upset. It was the first time I had met her in person, and she seemed slightly different, perhaps having gained some weight. I approached her and softly said, "Someone should stay with her." "Her mother is inside with her. I just need to clean up the bloodstains on the floor and that's all." She replied, but as she lifted her head, she met my gaze and said, "You must be Bella." "Yes, madam." It would have been an opportune moment to be awestruck or request an autograph, but the circumstances were vastly different. T
I waited by the door, but no one answered. I rang the doorbell again, and just as I was about to ring it once more, the door swung open. He stood there, looking sharp in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and deep blue trousers. I was left speechless, feeling exhausted. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry about your boss." "I need your help," I admitted. He paused for a moment and then allowed me into his home. >>>> I settled into one of his elegant armchairs in the living room; his maid kindly offered me a drink, which I politely declined. He returned, standing at the foot of the staircase, and gazed at me with sympathy. "Come upstairs," he said, and I followed him. The house was impressively spacious. Upstairs was a whole new world, complete with another stylish living room. "Wale, do you really live here all alone?" I asked in disbelief. "Yes, just me and my maid," he responded as he led me into another room. It was extraordinary, a master bedroom that was truly jaw-droppi
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