Please vote. And a big thank you to everyone for reading. Happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️CHAPTER TEN ChristodiaI have been living with this guy for five months, and I think I'm I am in love with my captor. No, it is just Stockholm syndrome. I seem to wait anxiously for his return every day. And whenever I see his face, I get excited for no reason. Whenever I remember our love makings, I seem to feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. I hate myself for this but I really look forward to his love making every time he is near. I guess it is because he is excellent in that departure.'Christodia, you are crazy'. This is what has become my marathon whenever I giggle like a teenager who is in love. This happens when I think of him and as a result I smile when I see him. I have tried to stop myself from feeling anything for him but I have failed miserably. I hate myself that I no longer what to escape from him. In fact, I wish to be near him every time. I need time to get away and get my thought
Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ please vote too. Love you 😘😘😘😘Chapter eleven: the escapeCHRISTODIA What do I do? I can't go back to my family; I might put them in danger and I can't go back to him. I am pregnant and should be thinking of my baby too. I must run away. I turn to look at the driver and he was on the phone, probably giving him updates of where I am and what I'm doing. This is my last chance of escaping. If I don't do it now, I might never be able to leave.It was as if for once God was on my side, one of the children playing the football broke his leg there and then and screamed. His mother, I am sure, rushed to his side and a couple of people also gather around. Soon, there was a crowd gathering around the boy and I joined. Making sure that I had successful minded with the crowd, I moved towards another end of the park and snatched a dark fur coat from one of the benches there and put it on. Some passer byers were also moving towards the scene, I successfully m
CHAPTER TWELVE: CHRISTODIAIt's been three years since I left Kwame Agyapong's side. I made sure not to look for him or do anything that will expose my where about to him. I avoided every news that had to do with him. He could be dead for all I care. I needed to move on and keeping taps on him will not help me. In fact, it wasn't easy at first, there was this constant battle within me. I so wanted to go back to him because I have become used to having him by my side every night. Most at times, at night, I will cry for him and in the morning, I will be angry with myself for crying over him. I had my child to think of. I took it one day at a time but gradually I was able to sleep without crying. Maryrose told me about her auntie in Sandema and there is where I went to have my baby. I had a baby boy who is the splitting image of his father. Maybe he became the replica of his father because I thought so much of him during my pregnancy, but I adore my boy. I would give my life for him.
Chapter 13: foundKwame AgyapongI never knew my prayers have been answered and that the answer I was fervently praying for was right under my nose. I smiled as I stared at the picture I was holding. It was a picture of my girl and our son. How I knew the boy was mine? Simple he was me. I mean looking at him was like looking at my childhood picture. The resembles was shocking. The only thing he took from his mother was his diastema. That was all he took from his mother. The boy was a younger version of me. My dad will be so happy. The three of us together will look like one of those Russian dolls. I smiled once again. I have found you Christodia.It was one business client of mine, who called to ask about a certain boy in one of magazines. He wanted the boy to model for his children clothing's and he wanted advice on how to market his brand and we ended up talking about the boy, which I didn't know was even mine.I asked my secretary to bring me a copy of that particular school magaz
Hello guys so hare is another chapter. Sorry for the wait, I'm just experiencing writer's block right now but with the amount of attention my book is getting I had to try very hard to get the ideas following. Anyway happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️CHAPTER fourteen: meeting againIt was one Saturday night I met the devil I have been running away from. He really made an appearance back into my life.That was the day I had invited Jenefails out. He looked happy about it and I was also happy about it. I was all dressed that night. Nothing slutty just somewhere between simple and sexy. I was wearing a nice sleeveless short black dress that hanged my body beautifully. I had a light make up on and had a long wavy wig on. I completed it with a black strappy high heel and I was feeling good. I took him to a nice three-star restaurant around and I was confident this was going to be a good night. Even though, the probability of sex was nil, I was stilling willing to give this guy a chance. He didn't di
*Hello lovely ones, here is an another update. Sorry for another long wait. I'm facing a lot but I will do my best. Have fun reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️*Chapter fifteen: Kwame AgyapongI screwed up once again. I wasn't planning on doing that but she has the ability to make me do the opposite of what I plan to do. When it comes to her I tend to be rash with my decisions.I was actually planning on approaching her with some flowers and saying some overused playboy's words with her but all of that were squashed when my men who were watching her every move, told me she was going out with someone.T thank God I was already in Sandema because the picture my men sent me had my blood boiling. Some man had his hands on her petite waist ushering her into a car. My baby was dressed to kill. She looked sexy and happy. Why was she smiling like that towards that pretty boy? Something she never did with me. I was going to kill this motherf**ker. I was fuming with anger.The moment I entered the restaurant, I
Updated again because I'm so awesome. Hope you are enjoying the book so far. 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘************************************CHAPTER SIXTEEN: ChristodiaI thought the first thing Kwame Agyapong was going to do when we got back to the house was to take me to bed against my will. Something I wouldn’t have been surprised about but he didn’t. He indeed took me to bed since it was still early but he didn’t do anything further than holding me through out the night. I mean the Kwame Agyapong I know and the Kwame Agyapong I was seeing now were two different men. And it wasn’t that I was disappointed even though thoughts like he wasn’t into me anymore some how managed to keep me up. I mean I should be glad right? I was angry at him and I was angry at myself. Bright was put in another room. it was a surprise for me. I didn’t know he had already prepared a room for him. Much bigger than I could have been able to afford. He decorated the room in a traditional color of blue and whi
Hello dear ones, here is another chapter and I hope you enjoy reading as much as enjoyed writing it. Happy reading ☺️☺️☺️☺️CHAPTER SEVENTEENKWAME AGYAPONGIt has been forty-eight hours and I haven’t touched Christodia, yet. I have been walking on eggshells around her making sure not to make any mistakes so as to not further damage the already ruin relationship between us. I don’t want to lose her again. I don’t want to go through that again. So, even though it is killing me not touching her, I’m willing to wait. But I know I won’t have to wait for long because I can see the disappointment on her face every time we wake up. She wants me as much as I want her and that isn’t a lie. The frustrated look on her face makes it bearable for me, a little. At least, I’m not the only one suffering. I want to see how long she can last with me cuddling her every night but not doing anything further more than that. I know she loves me and I know that those hateful words she said to me has no tr
CHAPTER TWELVEMICHAELBefore the guys arrived, I needed to do something. I know my guys and they knew me. If care wasn’t taken, they would know that I was not in a real marriage and I needed to make this façade I was in look real. I just didn’t know how well Tina will cooperate. As we started washing the used utensil, waiting for the jollof rice to cook, I asked her if she was okay with my friends knowing about our current situation or if she wanted us to pretend that we were a loving couple. She told me we shouldn’t let others see our dirty laundry so we should pretend. I knew we she would say that.“So, you will be okay with me touching you and all that because, we are newlyweds and we should act all lovey dovely.” I asked.“Um okay.” She said.“It will just be till they are gone and I will leave right after.” I said to ease her.“Okay.”“Let’s practice now so that we won’t be awkward later. What do you say?” I asked carefully.“Okay I guess.” Not really sure of what she was sayin
CHAPTER ELEVENMIKEI was done with all these petty fight and hateful words. I had had enough of this. fighting for something you know you can win is entirely different from fighting for something or someone who doesn’t even want you. That is just a losing battle. This wasn’t like a story where the male lead was a rich and wealthy and very possessive where no matter what he does to the female lead she still falls for him in the end.No, I believe she is even wealthier than me and is more influential and more famous than me. I didn’t see anything I had that made me stand out among the two of us. Truth be told, she deserved better and I knew it. We haven’t consummated the marriage yet so it well won’t be a problem for us to go our separate ways.Calling my dad, I told him everything that was going on and my plans. I was going to pack and leave the house for her. She could do whatever she wanted. She would be free to do anything that suited her. And for once, my father agreed and suppor
CHAPTER TENTINAGetting inside my office, I asked my manager to hire a lawyer for me. My manager was very good at his job so I trusted that he would get me a good lawyer. I wonder if I have to pay this lawyer every month or I have to pay him when he does something worth his pay. I love spending on food stuffs but I don’t like spending on things I don’t see necessary. Thinking about it again, I thought of calling back my manger and asking him to stop but before I could do that, he said he had already contacted someone and the lawyer will come over the next week. My manager is too efficient, note the sarcasm.I took my mind off it just like I had taken my mind off my current predicament. I concentrated on what I was supposed to do for the day and when I was done for the day, I wondered where I was supposed to go. Should I go to my new home or go back to my own house. I got inside my car and went to my own house. Getting there, I realized that the door wasn’t locked. I panicked because
CHAPTER NINEMICHAELI sat down on the red leather coach in the living room staring at the 64 inches led screen, wondering how I got here. The tv wasn’t on because I didn’t want any noise and I doubted I would be able to concentrate on anything at the moment. I just wanted a peace of mind. One of the reasons why I didn’t want to marry was that I didn’t want a woman to come into my life to disturb me and, here I was. I was married to a woman who wanted nothing to do with me. My God, this was not what I prayed for. It wasn't that I didn’t want my wife to talk to me and have a conversation with me, I just didn’t want a nagging woman. I am aware I said I could cook for myself so I didn’t need a woman to do that but, I am currently married to a famous chef and I was actually expecting breakfast. I mean she also has to eat right? What was so wrong in me asking her that simple question? All she had to do was cook for herself and add a little more to what she would cook so that I could also
Been a while but I hope you enjoy this one too.CHAPTER EIGHTTINAMy mom was the first to see me. She let go of the suit case she was moving from my room to her car and rushed towards me. I made an attempt to reverse the car but she rushed towards the car and laid on the ground right in front of my front tires. The least mistake could kill her and she knew I couldn’t do that. I could have injured her and I knew mother knew that I would never do that to her."Must you make me marry someone I don’t know? Someone you don’t even know? Someone I don’t love and would never love? Someone I hate more than anything right now? Don’t you care for me anymore? Doesn’t my happiness matter anymore? Why in God’s name are you so adamant about this? tell me, what at all did he give you to make you go through all these lengths just to make me marry him? what has he done to you or for you force this on me?” I broke down and started to cry. I thought mothers put their daughters needs and happiness first
Hello there, here is another chapter and I do hope you enjoy it.CHAPTER SEVENTINAIt has been days and I haven’t answered any of my mom’s calls. My brothers had also I called but I didn’t answer theirs too. I at first wanted to give this a chance because I had been busy with my restaurant for years and I have had no proper relationship in my life so I wanted to give this a marriage a chance but that chance I wanted to give this would be relationship has just been flashed down the toilet the moment my would-be husband called me an overused woman.Seriously, what kind of gentleman used that term for a woman they just meet. Oh, I know, a condescending arrogant asshole is the type who would do that. How dare he walked straight into my restaurant, my own territory, and call me that? I should have said something more hurtful than what he said to me to hurt him more than how he hurt me. I should have dressed him with insults from head to toe. But I did none of those, why? Because my mom w
CHAPTER SIXMICHAEL I know I was mean to her but I had be. I had to rule out the fact that she could be a whore or what they called Slay Queens nowadays. I had to get a reaction from her that proved that she didn’t sleep around to get to where she was. It was no secret that most women slept around to get to high places.I did my investigation about her and found that there were no scandals to her name. It was quite surprising that there was absolutely no scandals to her name. A woman as famous like her would have definitely been seen with politicians, chiefs and other important people in the societies because that was how they became famous. Some women actually created scandals like that on their own just to be famous and I had seen a lot of women do that. She was famous in her field and could compete with other major chefs in Ghana but there were no scandals to her.She had never been spotted with going out with anyone. How she managed to do that, nobody knew. So, I thought maybe s
CHAPTER FIVETINAI took his number from my mom and but I couldn’t call him and it had been a week. I knew he had mine too so I was waiting for him to be the first to call so I could pretend I didn’t know him or I had any idea of whatever he would say.I wanted it to look like I had no idea about the marriage so that maybe he would know I wasn’t interested but it had been a week and he hadn’t made the first move yet. I was pissed and not happy. If I was to make the first move then it would look like I wanted this marriage but I didn’t.It was Saturday and I was in my office checking the account of the restaurant when one of my waiters came into my office telling me that a customer was dissatisfied with the food and was causing a commotion. I asked the waiter to tell the manager about it since that was why I hired a manger in the first place but he said the man wanted to sue my restaurant for severing him spoilt food and my manager was at lost and didn’t know what to do. What a waste o
MICHEALThe cock-and-bull story my mother told me when I got to the house made my blood boil. How could she ask a total stranger to be my wife? She made it sound like there was something wrong with me that’s why I needed prayers and her help to get a woman for myself. For crying out loud, there was nothing wrong with me and I was well capable of getting a woman. I didn’t need her going to church to pray for me like I had spiritual problems or health problems. She just made me madder and madder with her recount of how she met the lady’s mother.I mean how could she give me away to a thirty-year-old woman? Even if she was to find me a wife, shouldn't she be at least younger maybe early twenties but thirty? Thirty years and unmarried, there must be something wrong with her. Most girls I knew married at the age of twenty-six, twenty-seven or latest by twenty-eight but not thirty. For me, by thirty years if a woman wasn’t married then there was something wrong with her character or she is