"Your crocodile tears won't help!" he roared . Charlotte is mistaken for killing her cousin, Monique, by her family. She has no one to side with her during the difficult times when her own parents turn against her. She ends up falling in love with Rotimi, a young promising upcoming pop artist. What she doesn't know is that, Rotimi is the one who murdered Monique. Things take a U turn when she is forced to marry a fierce Mafia boss, the one Clemont Hill as a punishment for killing Monique. A mistake she didn't commit! Will ever know the truth? And what will happen when her dark past unfolds before her eyes? A story worth giving a try! Tighten your belts and let's embark on this wonderful but emotional journey! Good luck!
View MoreFew weeks later!"Did the small machine work perfectly?" He inquired as he settled in the comfy seat. Clearlake Livingston, a mafia boss and one of the few people l trusted the most owned a private company that dealt in microchips and phone trackers.A serious and fearless businessman he was! I had bought into his idea of ensuring that l monitored whatever Charlotte was doing using her phone including her location."Yeah... Am so grateful for your advise. My men got up with her in time and the rest as you know..." I paused as he smiled before laughing at me."Hope you didn't kill her or you ain't planning to."Being men of the dark, who ruled in the absence of light in our own kingdoms of hell. Whoever got into our hands for the wrong reasons would really be lucky to get out with their lives. "I gave her just a small dose of what is awaiting her is she tries to fuck again. She's my little doll, hurting her is also a sign of love according to me. Sexy how she behaves while she's in pa
"Thanks you are back. How was the journey, my little doll?" I heard the familiar voice as if it was a mile away. l slowly opened my eyes to recover from the deep slumber.I sneezed as l inhaled the strange air that comprised of a mixture of some dump and rotten tree trunks into my lungs. The room was dimly lit and a man in a long black leather trench towered over me.I tried to reconnect the scenes of the last few hours but my head dissappointed me only bolts of pain sprung up from the temples. I slowly raised my head and found myself staring at his irritated face with the usual smile. The smile that was the obvious sign of death to whomever was in his hands.It was me with a special 'appointment' with the man l had called a husband for just a few months ago. Whatever anyone said about him, l had come to realize it is true.I was now the sample for him to demonstrate his madness. The events now flashed through my subconscious mind like a television set with unsteady signal. As if eve
"Are you okay. Have you lost something, dear," l whispered as l stepped out of his way. He shot a furious glance at me before storming into the master bedroom."What's is not happening," l muttered."So you are trying to play tricks on me? Do you know how much l hate pranks? Do you know who you are trying to mess with?" He breathed as he pinned me against the cold wall.My breaths got stuck in my throat again as my heart drummed in my chest almost missing a beat or two. I couldn't understand what he was talking about. His thick fingers squeezed my neck so hard that l coughed and struggled for air. I couldn't speak anything though l wanted to. He ignored my tears and his scary eyes became monster-like."Don't convince me to do what l do to people like you. Now tell me how this necklace got itself under one of your pillows," he scolded me as he fished out a brilliant gold necklace from his pocket.I had never seen it before, not even a single idea how he found it under the pillow. Was
"There's is trouble in paradise l think we are losing it, Abigael," l said as l sunk into the comfy seat. I closed my eyes and the events of the previous vividly rushed through my mind. I cringed and threw glance at Abigael who was busy on her phone.Clemont has been a different person since she married this newsflash of a killer in the name of a woman. Now it seems like she has completely won his heart."And what are you talking about ,big girl.""That slip of a girl, Charlotte do you know l got Clemont mercilessly fucking her in the car. And perhaps she's now a proud owner of two new Lamborghini Aventadors," l explained.She frowned, put her phone aside and stood up with her hands akimbo as is she was ready to pounce and tear me apart."What!? But why did he call you when he knew very well he had planned to fuck her?" She questioned as she moved towards my seat.It would be a different case if he could just walk in and eavesdrop on our conversation. He's not a man you can look at tw
"Sir, news reporters are waiting for you. Will you please have some time with them. They have been waiting for almost an hour," my personal said humbly bowed.A thought immediately struck my mind, l had just finished taking my sumptuous breakfast the way l liked the most.I glanced at him and turned my eyes to Charlotte whose smile hid the fear behind it. "What the hell do the news reporters want from me?" I wondered as l wiped my hands with the blue serviette."What do you think they want to hear from me?" I inquired from Erickson who stood their gazing at me.He has been so loyal to me for the past fifteen years of his wonderful service. "Am pretty sure , they want some clarifications about your new project at the coast. Yap." Someone could have told them about the missing men already, the ones who refused a free gift of walking away with their lives from my hands."Okay, tell them l only have ten minutes of my time to listen to their desperate questions.""Okay Sir!"The downside
I would guess one or two things about him, but it always dawned on me that l was totally wrong about everything l tried to think about him.It was a full week of fun and surprises that always stopped my breath in the throat. With him nothing was ordinary, what I expected came in ways l didn't expect at all. From being gifted a brand new yacht of my own to being mesmerized by the glossy pictures of the Lamborghini Aventador cool machines waiting for me in unknown place.His wonderful and unique actions got me wondering if he was actually in love me with or he was just love bombing me into a circus of unknown torture.His wonderful and expensive gifts washed away the worry and pains from my soul. I felt lively and reborn in his world.From me ,l understood clearly that he wanted a son that his other wives had failed to give him. I would be utterly lying to say that l know what will happen if l don't give him a son.If someone asked to define his personality in a few sentences,l would b
I had a couple of other picturesque and glorious islands where I could spent my honeymoon. I got friends all over who offered other wonderful places to spend my small vacation. But I chose Fiji because that's where some of my secrets are kept. Yes... Am a wanted man and I cannot trust anyone with my information. Am a mysterious guy, I don't disclose anything related to my moves and many of my secrets. Even my other lasses are not aware of my presence in Fiji. They are many other things they have no clue about. They had no clue that l was in love with this poor girl. I knew she had never been here before and one way of taking away fear from her was spoiling her with attention.I didn't want to go an inch away from me. The more sex escapades we had the more I got bonded to her. I had something big for her but it was still a secret.That lady looked familiar, I looked away into the distant waves of the ocean as I tried to recapture and remember the few moments we had pumped in each ot
Was the beast in him still asleep? Didn't they tell me he was demon? That it was hard to impress him? Why was he confessing love to me. Was he just being nice just to lure me into unknown dark trap somewhere?If there was something that gave me goosebumps and scared me again and again, it was his nice attitude. It matched his crimson red eyes.I couldn't see the devilish attitude and all the evils I had been told about him. I remembered the day I was told I was going to marry him, how my heart shuddered into pieces.I had cried my eyes out thinking things could just change for the better. I looked at the expensive diamond ring on my finger... To me it meant some voluntary slavery I had no idea about. I was his third option but he was giving me the vibes of the first and most loved wife. It was true I had a string of questions but I would not dare ask him at all. His bad side, I had not seen and I was not about to trigger him into the demon they had told me about.He has been watchi
When I chose the wedding venue I didn't know she will turn up as beautiful as she was. I had my eyes on her as she slowly walked down the isle. The news had spread far and wide about the grand wedding and so many wanted to attend and I had to make it private for our sake. Her tears moved me as she made the vows. I wanted to hold her tightly and passionately kiss her lips, console her from the depths of my heart. For the second time, I proved that I was indeed in love with her.It was a secret I had to to keep away from the rest of the world. For a man like me falling head over heels with a girl in her early twenties! Something was amiss.She already owned half of my heart but the problem was, she was still scared of me. She was still a bit naive and shy. I almost broke down in tears as I lifted the veil to kiss her wet lips. I had to fight my emotions like a wounded lion.None of friends knew I was marrying out of love and not the mere collateral thing about the debts. I knew she wo
"Please drop the gun… Monique please don't do this to yourself," I gasped as I edged backwards. A silent scream escaped from my twitched lips as my sweaty fingers caressed the cold steel door.There she was with the pistol pointed at her head. Tears streamed down her sad cheeks as she stammered with meaningless words. Her jaws trembled and her face turned pale. Her mouth was gape, I couldn't tell whether she wanted to scream or talk. Her red scary eyes were not fun to stare at as they seemed as if they could just drop from their sockets at any moment.My chest grew tight as I sharply breathed in. I froze at the spot as ice-cold sweat trickled down my armpits. My knees were literally shaking. I felt strength slip out of my body as I tightly held the door knob as if my life depended on it. Monique was not giving up …in fact she pressed the pistol against her head till I could see her protruding veins."Monique… " my voice trembled with fear as I tried to construct a feasible state
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