"Thank you." I say to Damian as we saunter inside my room.He has been of so much help today, including going through the trouble of bringing me home."It's nothing. Please lie down and try not to worry." Damian speaks as he guides me to bed.I know what he anticipates. That I will lie down as if nothing happened. But how on earth can I do that?"After what Gracia did back there, and her threats, can you honestly tell me that I have nothing to worry about? That all is well? My dad just died, and they organized his funeral in a flicker?" I retort, curbing my apprehensions and refusing to sit on this bed."Maybe they wanted to intimidate you back there. Maybe...""The charade, maybe. But how did they plan all that in minutes when in fact they weren't even there to know my father passed away?" I ask."Any urge what this could be all about? I noticed that you don't get along with them. I mean, even for Nelly to do what she did, a sister can't do that.""I honestly have no idea, Damian. Al
"Ghosh! Those deep pink lips and the droolsome abs!" That must be Rose, and I turn around to them as Sherry continues the flirtations."Hell! Did you catch a glimpse of those dark orbs? They are as deep as the sea itself. Anyone would want to get trapped in them forever!"Huh! See these... No wonder Grace is looking at them in confusion."Girls? He is taken, remember? He is Ellie's boyfriend! I told you, didn't I?" Grace decides to spank some sense into these two horny bitche's dumb heads. They snap out of their fantasies."And ostensibly ironical" I add, catching their full attention as I continue, "my betrothed fiance whom I ran away from.""What?" The three voices echo together in bewilderment, their jaws dropping to the floor."Unbelievably, yes! I crashed into him on the day I ran away. We became beautiful strangers. Soon enough we couldn't refrain from falling in love. We became a couple-the happiest of all couples in the world, I would say. And four days ago at a dinner with m
I peek at the peaceful faces of my three friends sleeping, and all I can feel is covetousness. I envy how life is just sweet and peaceful for them. They might be struggling with one or two things, but nothing is correlated to this grief I am nursing. All the same, I am indebted to them for being by my side all through my lowest moment- the time that the day turned into night, the darkness dimming the light.I imprint my feet on the scantily frigid floor and stroll to the window, pull the curtains aside, and try to savor the serene warm breeze of the summer. I cast my eyes around the blooming humongous yard, cruising in its beauty for a moment. The tranquillity brought about by the outside breeze is terrifically magic, and the picturesque flowers are irresistibly scenic to my eyes which contradicts my predominant condition. Nothing has been the same since I returned here. It's been one nightmare after another, and the last one, the demise of my father, left me shattered, confused, and
After the long dreadful daring stare challenge, the wicked witches click their heels on the floor and hike out of the house to only the devil knows where. I breath out a sigh and stroll in the direction of the kitchen. My belly is rumbling after that unprecedented edgy morning squabble. The nerve of those witches!"Nanny Sonnia?" I call after entering the kitchen."Yes, madam!" She rushes to me, giving me a slight bow."First of all, don't call me madam unless you want to offend me, is that okay?" I ask."Well, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It was my way of honoring my new boss." She responds, and I wave off her humorous explanations."I'm not angry, but I will be if you repeat it again. Miss is okay, and I can make exceptions for just Ellie, most especially since you are my friend." I say, and she smiles."Okay, Miss Ellie. I think that's better. It doesn't make you feel old at least." She teases."That's a bit better." I respond."By the way, my dear, thank you so much for def
"Well, should we wait for him? Or maybe we should go upstairs and leave you lovebirds alone?" Grace teases me after I settle on the seat."Come on guys. It's just a meal we are sharing. Not a bed!" I say."But still, you two have some steamy stuff to talk about so, we will leave you alone." Rose says, and they stand with their plates of food and glasses of juice."I agree. Make sure you tell him how much you still crave for him or else I will do it for you." Sherry says as they start walking away.I guess it will be a romantic breakfast for me and Damian then? Gosh!"Hey! It's too early to blush when the prince charming hasn't even arrived yet."Can they just disappear from my sight? And, my! Why am I nervous over something we have done countless times? Jeez!Before I could take a sip of my fresh juice to calm my freaking nerves down, my phone starts ringing, almost making me leap with anxiety. "Uuuu! He is calling you to pick him up outside. How sweet!"These flirts are still here?
Certificate of marriage between Ellie Marrie Riccaford and Damian Almenda Riccaforte! It's hereby... Wait, hang on right there! Am I even reading correctly? I widen my eyes, glueing them on the document as I re-read the lines again word by word, my heart pounding in my chest.It indeed is a marriage certificate from the office of marital affairs dated on the 24 of February 2022, a month ago from now. And even my signature? I know we did a lot of crazy stuff but not to this extent. What sort of a joke is this?"What the heck is this, Damian ?" I snap at Damian."A marriage certificate. It's the only way out of this." He states.Maybe? Yeah, maybe! If we are married, then it certifies why my father left his shares to Damian, my husband. But how on earth did this happen? How did he plan all this a month ago? Is there something I don't know?"How did this happen? How and when did you come up with this plan of yours?" I ask."After your father's funeral. I figured that this will not be e
I latch my eyes on the satchels laying in my room, and a familiar sense of this tickles the adrenaline. The last time I saw something like this, it was back in Mombasa, in my condominium, and he was moving in with me. It was sweet and incoherent at the same time. I felt like he was rushing things too hastily, yet deep inside I was over the moon with the fact that in a way, he was all mine. I felt like some magic was forcing him on me, yet I could wrap my finger about what it was.Now as we rack before each other in my room like this, his satchels lounging I'm front of us on the floor, it epitomizes the same sight and elicits the same old feeling, only that this time we are compelled by several factors. This is not out of love for each other nor free will. We need to put on a cogent act before everyone and make it seem and feel real. Leaving the castle isn't an option - I simply can't leave the witches here, and I haven't found solid grounds to kick their asses out. So, instead of the
"Morning!" I greet my phony husband on our first morning in this so-called marriage sham.Contrary to what I surmised, the night in his arms was beautiful. I didn't even turn. I didn't wander away from his candle. I slept like a baby. I hope he did the same too."Morning, wifey! How was your night?" He queries as he turns to face me.As usual, his face is flawless. Not like someone who just woke up. In short, not like me who is saddled by eyebags and still battling to scrape the eye logs. "I haven't slept like that for days." I grumble with all sincerity."Worry no more then, because the bad days are over. I'll make sure you'll have the best nights from now until forever." He says.Forever? I don't remember us incorporating our future into this sham of a marriage."The night would have been phenomenal if only you weren't a sweet mean wife, you know!" "Wait, I a mean?""Aren't you? You made the fucking rules, didn't you?"Aaah, I see! It's about that?"And I remember you didn't even
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