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49. Sinful
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Sinful 50. Sinful
It was 3:27am when Antonio woke me up from my mini sleep to "talk". As usual, I had my heart beating faster than
Sinful 51. Sinful
Vacation was over, it was time to go back home, and I still didn't have the courage to ask Antonio if what I heard that night, he truly said it. A part of me told me he was happy that I wasn't awake to give him a response; another part of me told me that he was disappointed that I never said anything. I really did want to, but a lot of thoughts were going through my head. What if he didn't really say it? Then I'd put him in a tight spot, where he'd have to confess something he didn't feel. Not only would that be embarrassing, it would be unfair to him, I would feel like I was trying to rush him, but I had a plan, a plan I was going to execute at home.The flight back home wa
Sinful 52. Sinful
It had been three days, and I hadn’t heard any information from Antonio concerning Dan. Probably the information he gave was fake, and he just used it to get a job.I tried to keep my distance from him ever since then, I didn’t know why he wanted from me, and for all I knew, he could be crazy dangerous.
Sinful 53. Sinful
Going to work felt too much for me, because I knew I was going to see something that would put me off; maybe I should’ve listened to Antonio when he told me to stab work, and stay home. My mental health was at risk at that point.I arrived at work a little later than I was supposed to, and when I got to my office, I was met with an anon
Sinful 54. Sinful
By 6:30 am, my eyes were still open, I couldn’t sleep. Everything just kept tugging at my mind, feeding me thoughts I knew I shouldn’t be having.Even if something was wrong, would Antonio tell me about it? I mean everything that I knew about him, people told me, and they always thought I knew about it, so I could believe there was some
Sinful 55. Sinful
I was still finding it hard to wrap my head around what Dan had said. To some extent, I could understand where this Samantha was coming from, but wanting to kill the child wasn’t it.“You know, finding you was hard,” Dan said.
Sinful 56. Sinful
“Dan, was his identity really fake?” I asked him, all traces of smile, gone from my face.“What?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably on his seat.
Sinful 57. Sinful
I hurried to my room to pack my stuff; it was stupid of me to start getting too comfortable anyway. I shoved all my belongings into my box and in no time, I was done.All of me still hoped Antonio was going to ask me to stay back, because I really didn’t want to leave, not while his mind wasn’t right. A part of me wanted to go back to the off
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Sewa's POV Six months later I woke up late again, despite all my alarms. I had just woken up, but yet I felt like I hadn't slept for hours; I guess my baby girl likes to sleep. "Well, you have to stop making me sleep so much madam, it's making me look bad," I rubbed my huge stomach. I got up from the big bed, the new room was empty, I guess Antonio had gone to work already. I sighed. Antonio was the reason I wanted to wake up early to at least make him breakfast or takeout for lunch as I had been too lazy to do anything, just waking up, demanding for food, then sleeping. Antonio never complained, not even after a very stressful day at work. He would always come back from work and attend to me like I was the tired one, well I guess I was;
Sinful BOOK 2: 39. Sinner
ANTONIO'S POV I watched as Sewa laid unconscious on the hospital bed, looking very peaceful but at the same time very fierce; she had a few cuts on her face, but she still looked very beautiful. Tears came to my eyes as I watched her; all this was my fault. Everything had been my fault from the beginning, if I had just listened to her when she warned me about Samantha, we wouldn't have been here. I let my eyes run over the length of her body, stopping at her stomach. I placed my hand over her stomach, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. I had been too busy crying my eyes out while letting Sewa go through a worse pain. I had no idea pain could make a person deaf and blind. I had been sitting there, but I couldn't make out what was happening, I couldn't move; not until I heard Diego crying and tugging at at my shirt that I came back to earth and saw what Samantha was doing to her. I was so angry that pushed her away using my fist.
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"Samantha?" Antonio called dangerously. I almost feared for what Antonio would do to her. Almost."I didn't do anything to him, I swear Antonio, you have to believe me. I wanted to tell you that he was getting bullied at school, but I didn't know how to say it," Samantha cried. I got up, walked to her and slapped her across her stupid face."You don't have a conscience, do you?" I asked her. She was quiet."Say the truth or I will, and if I do, i will deliver each word with a slap until I'm done saying all the horrible things you've done!" I threatened. That seemed to get Samantha's attention. I guess she didn't like my slaps across her face."I'm a horrible person Antonio," Samantha cried, looking down at her finger nails. Why was she trying to talk like she didn't enjoy doing what she did?I tur
Sinful BOOK 2: 37. Sinner
"Samantha, what the hell is that noise?" Antonio's thunderous voice came in. The sound came from the top of the stairs."Why don't you come check out for yourself," Aaliyah yelled back. There was a pause, and then footsteps. While my eyes were fixed on the stairs, I didn't know Samantha had gotten up. I felt pressure pull my beanie from my head, then pull at my braids. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, but I wasn't going to give Samantha the satisfaction of beating me up. While her hands were still fixed on my hair, I grabbed her hand and turned around so I was facing her, I let one hand free from her hand that I grabbed and I sent a punch to her chest. Samantha fell backwards and I didn't falter. I ran to her, sat on her stomach and started my assault. Delivering punches across her face as imagined her putting her hands on Diego. She must've felt great, beating the boy to a fucking pulp, she must've loved it anytime he begged her to stop. I got angrier and my punches
Sinful BOOK 2: 36. Sinner
I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black crop top, coupled with a black jacket. I braided my hair in four cornrows that night before, so I put a beanie over it, grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment."Took you long enough," Aaliyah smiled at me, leaning on her black Mercedes Benz. She was dressed almost the same as I was; she had black leggings, a jumper and a big black shirt which I suspected belonged to Harry, over her shoulders."We look like we're going to the gym," Aaliyah tried to crack a joke. I smiled at her for the effort but I couldn't bring myself to laugh to show any other expression apart from the smirk across my lips."Let's go," I nodded at her and we got in, driving straight to Antonio's house. Thank heavens it was a Saturday and there was nowhere Antonio would be if not his love
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Aaliyah and I had a plan, where Aaliyah would go to the house and use seeing Antonio as cover but what she's actually doing is looking after Samantha and Diego to see if Samantha was doing something horrible to the boy. It wasn't much of a great plan given that Samantha pretends a lot but i knew it would work because Aaliyah and Samantha never agreed on the same thing, and it would be hard for Samantha to pretend to Aaliyah; Aaliyah see's right through her bullshit."Hell yeah! Let's do it! And I hope I catch her doing something so this time she goes to prison and rot forever," Aaliyah had said with so much determination."I gave Diego your phone number and mine, so if he calls you, it means there's something horrible going on," I told her. Aaliyah nodded, she was ecstatic that I was giving such an important task as she called it.I leaned into my office seat, letting out a worried sigh. It was almost 5pm, but I didn't have the heart
Sinful BOOK 2: 34. Sinner
Time passed by last night, and though I was awake through most of it, I was able to get in some sleep for a few hours, I didn't mind though since I didn't have to turn in for work as Dan and Melissa had everything covered.I strolled lazily around the house, picking noting what had to be cleaned and what not. I had been in the house for two days and three nights and I had been too weak to clean, but seeing as I didn't have anything to do with myself, I decided to clean.I was pleased with the results. The apartment smelled like me, and for some reason it felt like I didn't spend any time away from the apartment, like I had been in it all the while when I knew I was staying at Antonio's house. I guess my apartment had always been home to me in a way my father was home for me.I took a warm bath to calm my nerves and muscles, while rubbing
Sinful BOOK 2: 33. Sinner
I sat in my car, tired from all the shouting, yelling, puking and emotions that I had to let out, and I needed something to keep me calm, so I called the only man who ever cared about me. The only man who gave an actual fuck about me; my father."Hello, my angel," my fathers thick Nigerian accent hit me like a wave of fresh air. I smiled immediately at his voice and the name he called me."Hey daddy," I leaned further into my car sit in the park. I didn't quite have it in me to go back to being alone in that house just yet. I didn't feel like crying yet."This one you called me today, did somebody die," my father joked, I laughed. It had been only a few seconds but the man made me feel better than I've felt in hours. Why didn't I call him since?"No daddy, no one died, at least not yet," I added, thinking to how I'd kill Antonio once I find out that Samantha is doing something shady to my son.
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I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it."Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine."No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself a
