Chapter 1

Amaka's POV.

"Ah!" I moaned as Joseph thrust into me. This was my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated from college, and Joseph was my boyfriend. He wouldn't let me be, begging me and pressuring me to have sex. I had told him that I wanted to wait until after our marriage, but Joseph refused. He claimed that I didn't love him enough, and that was why I didn't want to sleep with him. I agreed, and here I was, in a hotel room with him.

I was typically a shy blonde girl with very fair skin, while Joseph was the opposite. He had dark skin, was taller than me, and was very handsome. He had full black hair, and I loved him very much. Joseph Ericson came from a very wealthy family in Palazo town, where we lived, while my parents were average workers, so we were considered less well-off than his family.

Joseph promised to marry me. He was 21 years old and a business student at university, while I was still preparing to gain admission and join him there. I had lied to my mother, saying I was going to see a friend, just so I could prepare for my admission exam into university. I snuck into this hotel to see Joseph, and here we were.

"Um! Ah ha!" I moaned as Joseph drove into me faster, whispering in my ear, "Yes, babe. You are so sweet." He released himself inside me.

"Joseph, it hurts," I cried as he kissed me warmly and sat beside me on the hotel bed.

"I'm sorry, my love. I will forever cherish this," he said, cupping my pretty face and kissing my forehead. "I can't seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married, and I wouldn’t have to leave you," he added. I wiped my tear-filled eyes and looked at his handsome face as we lay on the hotel bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, and he sighed.

"Look, Amaka, I want you to know that I love you very much. But my family and I are moving to the city next week. You know my father owns a big company there. He informed my siblings and me that he acquired a new mansion, which means I would be living with them, and we might not get to see each other again."

My eyes welled up with tears as I heard Joseph say that to me.

"But you will still call me on the phone, right?" I asked, trying to believe that Joseph wouldn't go to the city and fall in love with another woman there. I loved him very much; he was like the air I breathed. My heart and soul wanted him.

"I promise I won't forget you. Anytime I'm on vacation, I will come by to see you. Instead, I will lodge in a hotel, okay? You are my wife, so stop crying." Joseph wiped my tears away and drew closer to me on the bed, kissing my lips again.

I was crying and not in the mood to kiss him. "Why not take me home with you? Tell your parents that I am your girlfriend and that you wish to marry me. You have been hiding me all this time and not wanting to introduce me to your mother," I told him. Whenever I asked Joseph to take me home to see his family, he would refuse. None of his siblings knew we were dating, and I felt so awkward chatting with his younger brother online, introducing myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

*My elder brother is not in any relationship,* Aaron would say. Joseph practically kept me hidden, and I didn't know how long he planned to continue doing that.

"No, Amy. I promise you, when the time is right, I will take you home and introduce you to my family. If I do that now, my parents will get annoyed and give my inheritance to my younger brother. I have to first get established, and after that, I promise we will get married," he said, wiping my sobs away. I wished I could believe him, but I had a lingering feeling that Joseph might be lying to me.

Was he lying to me? Did he have another woman in his life? My heart felt heavy knowing I had just lost my virginity to him before I could think about all these things. Joseph kissed me again and thrust into me before my mind registered the questions I wanted to ask. I groaned in pain with each deep thrust, and he took me to cloud nine with him...

***

Four years later.

"Mom, when are you taking me to school?" my three-year-old son asked. He was so smart and intelligent compared to me.

"Jason, you are still a baby and not ready to go to school now," I told him as I prepared for my new job interview.

"That's a lie, Mom!" he shouted. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I stood by the vanity mirror, combing my long blonde hair and applying my orange perfume.

"Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you ever seen a baby going to school? You have to stay at home with my friend," I explained, and he frowned.

"Mommy..." Jason began to cry hard just as my best friend, Maureen Austin, came into the room.

"What's going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my small husband?" she asked, scooping Jason up into her arms.

After I got pregnant, my parents chased me away and refused to support my education. I tried calling Joseph to tell him I was pregnant, but guess what? He blocked my number and told me to get rid of it, saying he wasn't ready to father a child.

I couldn't do that. I had to beg my friend for help. She was a tailor and into blogging, and she pleaded with her mother, who was a single parent, and her mother allowed me to live with them.

Later, I started creating blogs too, as Maureen suggested I could do it as a part-time job from home. With that, my page gained millions of followers after I created a baby page for my son and uploaded adorable photos of him.

Many fans loved Jason. He was fair like me, but while I had blonde hair, he had light brown hair.