"Good evening!"
I lay over in the cozy bed while his voice reverberates in my ears. I open my eyes to the sight of him seated next to me, his face buried in his laptop."Good...evening! Is it really evening?" Pulling myself up, I ask, checking through the open curtain to make sure it is indeed evening.The sun indeed seems to be fading away ushering in the darkness. Is that how long I slept? And during the day? Another world wonder! I don't vaguely recall ever dozing off in the middle of the day. It's true that I occasionally feel dizzy and worn out, and I end up nestling myself underneath the covers in the hopes that I would eventually fall asleep, but all I ever do is wish and hope while tossing and turning in bed until I get sick of never being able to sleep and annoyably drag my ass out of bed. I don't think I'm changing, the world must be."Aah...done! Yes, it is." He says, setting the laptop aside to focus on me.His remarkable abs and biceps are still oI'm spending my penultimate last day at Damian's place, and all I can say is that I have had the most incredible time. He is an empathetic true gent, a terrific cook who I would not mind sticking around wist to continue receiving free cooking lessons from, and a snazzy weirdo knight that any lady would want to go out with, which is what I am doing right now. He is a polished knight in shining armour - amazing in everything. Nevertheless, I must leave his home and start all over. We'll still stay in touch, primarily because I'll be living a few blocks away from him and also, because I don't want to lose the only companion I have in this new city. A friend indeed. He has earned that emblem in that one week I have spent with him.Since my house is ready thanks to all the support he gave me, including moving my stuff there, I made the decision to treat him tonight - a show of gratitude. I adore his cooking and the tranquility of his home, but today I did something different. I took him ou
I finish arranging the breakfast on the well-spread red-themed table, the outcome of what kept us awake until two in the morning glimmering at me - the chocolate cake. I feel like digging into it right now.More than baking, we truly had great fun last night. We played with the flour and the mixture in the kitchen like toddlers, and it was all so fabulous. We chatted, cracked up, made fun of each other and did a lot of crazy stuff together, some of which I'm gonna have to keep a secret for now. Wink! As I wait for him to finish getting ready for work, I am standing next to the table and pondering why it is taking him so long to scour those always-clean abs. Huh, me and my delusions. For my own good, I'm way too enamored by him. I'm slobbering over this cake while also being sceptical and apprehensive about whether my tea will be as sweet as him - I mean, as his. I hope I used the adequate quantities of the ingredients. I'm trying my hand at cooking for him for the first tim
I am trembling as I wait for the unknown receiver on the other end. My eardrums are beginning to itch from all these hundreds of calls I have made.Goodness!"Good evening! This is Sonia from La Classic Hotels. How may I help you?" Finally, they picked?I calm myself down and steady my breathing."Hello. My name is Ellie Marrie. I am calling about the marketing job vacancy in your hotel. Is the slot still open?" I ask anxiously."Yes, miss. The applications close tomorrow at six in the morning so you still have time to email your resume." She replies."Okay. Miss. I'll send it immediately." I mumble joyously."Alright. Just submit to the email on the website and I will add you to the list of interviewees once I have received your submission. The interview is set for Wednesday. Please don't forget to attach a letter of recommendation from your previous employer. Good luck!"I bang the phone furiously on the table. I mean, come on! Why the hell do they
I am wearing a crown of confidence and a cheerful demeanour as I stroll into the building. To my surprise, the hotel doesn't appear to be as tiny and inexpensive as the advertisement suggested. It's quite a high-class hotel Although it is not a five-star hotel, it isn't as low-brow as I had envisaged. I'm sorry, but it seems like the boss is merely stingy and exploits the workers. All the same, I need employment. The little dimes they are offering, though small, will be just crucial as long as I pocket them monthly. After being checked out at the entrance and being told to go to the hall, I tightly clutch my résumé to my chest and walk into the elevator.Walking out of the elevator, I tap my feet on the sparkling tiles in the direction I was directed to. I get to the door and knock gently, and after a voice ushers me in from the inside, I push the door open.I stride in, but I get glued-thunderstruck on the spot! Like, how many vacant slots were stated on the website? Only one, right
"You are really something, Ellie. I mean, for you to defy your father like that, girl, you've got balls!" Grace says.After that atrocious time-wasting interview and bumping into her at the gate, I wanted to scream at her to leave me alone. I was in no mood for any chats, especially with some high school dummy whom we never git close to, but surprisingly, we ended up in my house instead. I told her about my plight, and she is stupefied to learn that I am jobless and impoverished. Her narrative is also incredibly depressing, perhaps even more so than mine. Her only brother took over the family business after her parents died in a car accident, and he refused to spare her even a cent. He seems to be one of those stingy, stereotypical Africans who thinks women shouldn't inherit anything. Stupid, right? He should be taught a lesson for torturing his only sibling this way. They weren't so rich, but she shouldn't be doing this either. Just like me, she was also not any lucky with the inter
Three weeks later.I am roaming around the streets of this beautiful city on this chilly evening. Just like the darkness is overcrowding the city, so is it doing to my mind. Despondency is whacking me hard. Life is really spanking me mercilessly.For three good fucking weeks, I struggled to find work. I leave my condominium in the morning every single day with the forlorn hope of coming back with good news, just like I did today, but every single day I come back with a distraught heart. I didn't get any today either, so it's not an exception. I don't even feel like returning to that condo since I feel so depressed right now. Since giving up on the job search for today at six in the evening, I have been pacing for about three hours, and I am now unable to continue. My legs feel exhausted. Where even am I?I collapse to the bench on the sidewalk of the road, and take in a good amount of the cold breeze in and out. I am seeing hell beckoning to me from so close. The bills h
"I would be lying if I say I don't idolize this automobile, beautiful, but I just can't afford it for now." I'm conversing with yet another buyer, and I'm worried things are not going well. Aside from that, I abhor his nonchalant attitude toward me. Anyway, I am prepared to put up with his unpleasant dickheadedness for the purpose for which I am doing this. Maybe we can come to an understanding as I am in desperate need and I have a feeling that my Porsche has his interest? That is, if he can stop devouring me with his owl-like eyes!"I'm giving it at a throw-away cost you know?" I push my luck and he grins, gawking into my eyes way too stern for my preference."Why, though? Does it have any problems?" He asks."No. It's in perfect condition and the parts are still new and original. You can have it checked, I don't mind." I say boldly. My cars have always been serviced every single month. I can vouch that they don't have any dents on them."How much?" He qu
A new number! Argh!Who the hell is calling this early morning? I snatch the phone annoyingly and after swiping up the receive button, I place it on my ear.I am occupied advertising my car for sale on jumuia and I hope whoever is calling is not disturbing for anything. It better be worth my time else I won't think twice about hanging up on them."Yes, hello! Who is it?" I ask, still burying my face in my laptop?"Hello! It's Daniel. I said I would call this morning about the car sale." That got me to abandon my advertisement job for a moment, my heart skipping several beats."Yes, Daniel. Sorry, I just didn't have your number." I explain calmly. "It's alright, miss Ellie. Can I drop by your condo to finalize the deal?"Whoa!Finalize? Does that mean he is buying? Ahem!"Sure Daniel. What time?" I ask, my heart thumbing up in its rib cage. "Just now, miss."Ahem! What is with his calmness today? I mean, he was all jerk yesterday. Or maybe he is pretending on phone."Sure." I mumb
ONE MONTH LATERI park at the parking lot of the jail. I know this seems crazy and you are wondering, what is a bride who is supposed to be getting all dolled up for her wedding ceremony doing in a prison? Well, to settle my peace, and show my enemies that they miserably failed. Great times!"Attorney, I'll go alone. Take care of the necessary and be quick." I state, and she nods her head.I dash inside, clutching the magazine in my hand, hoping to finish as soon as I can. Nobody knows I sneaked out just to come here, and I wouldn't want to visualize their faces if they woke up to a missing bride. I can't worry about them."She will be with you in a minute, Mrs Almenda." The prison Warden says, and I nod my head.I am Mrs Almenda to everyone in the city now. Our story, just like I presumed, has reached almost everyone in the whole nation, and we have even earned an emblem of "THE FATED BETHROTHEDS" from the citizens. Our story has outdone that of Romeo and Juliet, and now we are the t
ONE WEEK LATERI stand in the mirror. Outfit, check! Make-up, check! The hair is perfect! Everything is o.k.a.y!"I could be your mirror, you know." I look at Damian's reflection in the mirror, his face all smiles, beaming and dazzling like always in his custom-made blue suit that is matching with my blue-fitting gown.Two royalties! We are indeed royals!"Mmh. Do I look good?" I ask."You are gorgeous and elegant. I am afraid all the men in the event will fall in love with you." "Really now? I think I am the one who should be weary of women in the event." I respond, caressing his jaw."This guy before you, has eyes for only one woman - Ellie Marrie Riccaford, my betrothed, the love of my life. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world." He says, melting my heart with his words."And this beauty before you, has her eyes only on one angel, Damian Almenda Riccaforte - my betrothed, the love of my life. It's either you, or no one else. I love you, baby." I whisper."I love you more
"God, please wake this man up already." I hum as I jerk my head from Damian's shoulder.I spent the second night yet in here and still, he is in this distressing deep slumber. Honestly, I am getting furious at him. Why doesn't he want to wake up? Doesn't he know how much it's stinging me to see him like this?"Wake up already, love, will you? I miss you. This world doesn't seem a good place for me without you by my side. Please, wake up." I whisper, pecking his lips.I turn away from him, scouring for some wipes from my purse and wiping off the eye logs. Before I turn back to him, a call from my lawyer distracts me."Hello, attorney." I greet, taking a few strides away from the bed."Hello, Ellie! How are you?" He greets back."I... Am fine, attorney." I respond."I just called to let you know that I reviewed the case that you assigned to me and I think we have got several contending grounds." That makes my heart thump with joy."So does that mean..." "Let's not get ahead of oursel
"Ellie! Maybe you want to at least get some fresh air outside even for a minute?" Rose says as they stand across me on the other side of Damian's bed.Breathe some fresh air? What good will that do to my despondent soul? It's been more than twelve hours since we came to this hospital and Damian hasn't woken up yet. If I am still able to breathe it's because I am doing it for both of us. The bullet in his belly hit him really bad. Fortunately, no vital organs were damaged. But he lost lots of blood, that's why he is undergoing a transfusion right now. How can I crave for a fresh breath of air when he is like this?"I am okay, Rose. I don't have the energy to leave his side until he wakes up." I say, nuzzling his hand."But, Bestie, can we at least get you something? You need to at least eat something, please." Sherry pleads."Until he is up and able to eat, I am full." I respond."Come on, Ellie! You know Damian wouldn't want that." Rose says."I want him to tell me that himself. I wan
"Where it all started with my mother? What do you mean by that?" I query."This is where I tortured her to my pleasure, and I enjoyed all her howls of anguish and appeals for mercy which I, unfortunately, didn't have! The baseball? Doesn't it remind you of something?" She says with so much elation.Curse you, sick witch! You will pay dearly for that! For everything, and that too, today itself, in this very same house!"I already knew you were behind her mysterious tragedy. But why here?" I ask."There wouldn't have been a satisfactory place for her sufferings other than this - this home, and this exact room that was deemed to be my bedroom with Richard. I bought this house some years back as our supposed rest house with my one great love - your stupid father. But that never got to come true because your mother had invaded his heart. He never saw me as a woman no matter how many times I tried. No matter how low I stoop for him, he just had no fucking chance for me. I was invisible to h
Forty-five minutes later.I reach to this seemingly three-storey house located in a secluded area in the outskirt part of Nairobi. It's a gated area, and it's surrounded by a jungle. No neighbouring houses, not even one. It looks a bit old from afar, but not that old to be termed abandoned. This doesn't look like a house to live through. Maybe it has its purpose.It's the time!I dial Damian's number."Ellie?" He picks on the first ring."I can see it. I am going in now." I say through the microchip.This was his idea. I also have a gun perfectly hidden on my back, and the back is just around. They needed to keep their distance to avoid any risks. We can't afford to screw this up. "Before anything, love, your safety comes first. You remember our deal?" Damian speaks."Yes, love. Don't you worry. I got this." I respond."Okay. How is the scene? Anything you can see? Security?" "No. I can't see anyone and that's so weird. Anyway. I will update you once I get inside.""Okay. Be careful
It's seven at night, and I have never been this enthusiastically nervous. The inkling of being free from all these dilemmas is giving me goosebumps."Are you really sure we can trust that woman?" Damian asks as he pulls on his hoodie."We can. For some reasons, she was so different today. I don't know what striked her overnight. She looks kinda victimized, and afraid of her mother." I state."If Gracia is capable of all those things, then I doubt even her own daughter is safe around her." Damian responds."It's hard to believe that monsters like Gracia are living amongst us. We dined and whined with her for years. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but I never thought it would be this much and horrible." I state."Don't worry, love. Tomorrow will be the end of her road, and a new dawn for us. You'll finally be able to live in peace." "I can't wait for that moment I will look her in the eye and tell her that I already know about all her crimes and make her pay for everything."
We get into the car and lock the doors, the curiosity to know about this misery that has been surrounding my family for ages threatening to kill me, and the desire to end it itching me."So what happened? Did papa accept your mother when mom went out of the picture?" I ask."It was worse. Riccaford loathed my mother with so much passion, and even forbade her to even show her face to him."Huh? "Then?""My mother never gave up. So, on this particular day during their last day at a college party, she drugged your father."OMG! So, they had sex? And Nelly? Nelly was the fruit of that act? So, she is..."The alcohol and the drug rendered your father a deadbeat. He blacked out the whole night. My mother had sex with another guy that same night and returned to your father's room, and he made him believe that they had intercourse. I was the fruit of that night "Deep sigh! I feel a bit relieved."So, you are the reason why my father had been sending money to your mother's bank account over
"So, miss Riccaford, why do you want to buy a dead company?" Omar asks as I go through the documents."Mr Omar, I believe in second chances, and in getting up every time we fall. The fact that the company sunk to the ground under your management doesn't mean that it will do the same under mine." I respond."I love your way of thinking. You sure are really a Riccaford - strong, bold, oriented, and above all, beautiful inside and out.""Thank you, Mr Omar.""However, sometimes common sense is crucial. It still baffles me why a rich tycoon like you who is capable of buying the entire Nairobi city if you want, is interested in a dead company."Ooh, I see he has some brains left."Let's just say that I have the power, and the will to help a person who is in dire need like you, Omar. I know you are facing a lawsuit due to your incurring debts. Your own house is under the mortgage, but that won't cover even a quarter of your debts. The banks are on your neck, as well as hundreds of employees