Melanie sat on the couch, her head resting against the backrest, eyes closed. She had been feeling weak all day,and now, an unbearable fatigue crept through her limbs like a slow poison. Melanie had always been a heavy sleeper, but that morning she couldn't sleep past dawn. Her body ached, her head pounded, and the events of the previous nights haunted her. Every time she closed her eyes, She felt Richard's touch,his voice whispering in her ear like a threatening echo. She had been with many men before, but this particular one was different. This time, something was really wrong. She rolled onto her side and stared at the ceiling, her mind filled with thoughts she couldn't explain. Had she made a mistake?Should she have walked away? A sharp knock on the door left her away from her thoughts. Daniela's voice followed almost immediately. “ Are you awake?” Melanie murmured and sat up, rubbing her hands. “ Yeah” She replied in low tones. Daniela o
The hospital room was extremely quiet,the only sounds was from the chatter of nurses and the faint beeping of machines. Daniela sat strongly on the plastic chair beside Melanie's bed, her heart pounding against her ribs. She felt weak, like someone had drained the life out of her. Melanie,her face pale and drawn,sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. She had barely said anything since the doctor left. Daniela's hands clenched into fists. “ Melanie”,She said, her voice trembling. “ I am waiting for your explanation on who got you pregnant”. Melanie swallowed the door in her mouth but she didn't look up. Daniela slammed her hand against the armrest. “ Don't sit here and act like this is nothing ! You are sick , Mel! This is very serious!”. Melanie flinched at her sister's word,but still She said nothing. Daniela laughed out loud,shaking her head. “ Say something you dumb girl, Are you going to keep quiet after everything”?
Christiana woke up to the sound of silence. She reached out hastily,her hand searching for warmth in the empty space behind her. But unfortunately for her,there was nobody on the bed. Her fingers clunged around the fabric as she let out a slow, shaky breath. Alexander was gone again. She turned her head,eyes narrowing at the blinking red light on the bedside table. His phone charger was missing. His suitcase, the one he always used for trips, was no longer in the corner. He had left , probably in the early hours of the morning, like a ghost sipping away before dawn. No goodbye, no messages, he just went like that without informing anyone despite knowing she was heavily pregnant. Christiana sat up,pressing a hand to her aching lower back. The weight of her growing belly made everything harder- sleeping, eating, moving was very stressful for her. But nothing was as hard as the loneliness that came with it.She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and scr
Melanie stepped out of the hospital doors, the evening breeze brushing against her skin. She held the small paper bag of medication in her hands as if holding onto it tightly would make the weight of her diagnosis easier to bear. The doctors had assured her that with proper treatment,She could live her normal life but nothing felt normal to her anymore. Daniela walked beside her in silence,her arms crossed and her face unreadable. It had been like this ever since the test results came out. No screaming at the top of her voice,no blame, just a heavy silence that crushed Melanie more than any words could. They reached the car and Daniela finally spoke. “ Did the doctors explain how often you need to take them?” . Melanie nodded,holding the bag even tighter. “Everyday. No missing doses”. Daniela took a deep breath and unlocked the car,getting into the driver's seat while Melanie slid into the passenger's side. The ride home was calm and quiet except
Desmond sat in the hospital waiting room,tapping his foot impatiently against the white- tiled floor. He had always hated hospitals,the weird smell,the bright lights, the quiet murmurs of sick people waiting for answers they didn't want. But today,he was here out of purpose. He was here to prove a point. His jaw tightened as he recalled the look in her eyes the last time they met. She was hiding something from him, but he was so sure that he felt that Melanie was using Hiv to cover up to avoid the Deal. “ Mr. Desmond cole?” He looked up at the nurse standing in the doorway, Clipboard in hand. With a cocky smile,he rose to his feet and followed her into the examination room. The doctor, an old man with grey hair, greyed him with a nod. “ You are here for a Hiv test right?” “ Yeah”. Desmond's voice was steady, almost bored. “ It's just to know if I have it or not”. The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled out a testing kit , expl
The first pain came suddenly, it was a sharp stabbing one that shot through Christiana's lower abdomen, forcing her to tighten her arm around the couch. She breathed heavily,as she pressed a hand on her belly. Something was wrong. She had been feeling discomfort all morning, but this particular one hit differently. The pain was unbearable, and hard to bear. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the couch as she breathed heavily. She had been counting down the days,mentally preparing herself for this moment. But she didn't expect it to be so soon now. Not long after, her best friend walked in. “ Christiana are you Okay?”Naomi her closest friend, rushed over fear itching her skin as she saw her best friend in pain. Christiana tried to speak,but another contraction seized her, sharper and more intense than before. Her breathing became ragged as she held her belly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. “ I … think it's time”, She managed to whisper, her voice
Melanie layed lazily on her bed,staring at the ceiling,her chest rising and falling in slow uneven breath.The world outside felt harsh and unreal. The weight of everything she had endured over the past few weeks pressed heavily on her chest. She had barely touched her food all day, and the silence of the room felt suffocating. Her phone had been buzzing for hours, but she had ignored it. Outside the sitting room, She could hear the strange sound of the television in the room where Daniela was watching the evening news. The brightening lights from the screen cast faint shadows through the small gap beneath Melanie's door. Suddenly, a loud, piercing scream disturbed the air. “Melanie!”The panic in Daniela's voice sent a huge fear in Daniela's body. Her heart pounded extremely as she sat up, Frozen in place.“ Melanie!” Daniela's voice called out again,desperate and filled with horror. Melanie's breath left her. Something was terribly wrong. But she did
The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as Melanie sat on the edge of her bed, holding the pen so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her hands trembled as she stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of her, her mind filled with thoughts too heavy to bear.How did things end up like this?The news had broke her down. Her nudes were out there for the world to see. There was no coming back from this. And the HIV? It was a twist of fate, a punishment she never saw coming. There was nothing left for her here.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to write, each word feeling like a nail driven into the coffin she had built for herself.“Daniela,By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything. This was my decision.But before I go, there’s something you need to know. Something you’ve never been told. You and I… we’re not really sisters. I was never your real sister.Your mother found me in a dustbin when I was j
The palace was quiet—too quiet. Even the birds that usually fluttered outside the grand windows of the king’s chamber were absent, as if nature itself mourned the weariness of the man within.Alexander sat on the edge of his bed, the heavy robe of royalty pooling around him like a shroud. The golden crown, once proudly perched upon his head, now lay abandoned on the floor, its polished surface reflecting nothing but a broken legacy.He had sent the servants away hours ago, requesting solitude. But truth be told, he had been alone for far longer than that—ever since Daniela left, ever since the boy vanished. Ever since he traded his humanity for power.The voices from the past echoed relentlessly in his mind."You want her to be queen? There is a way…""Put this powder in her drink. It will cloud her mind and draw her to you.""Rub this oil on your palms before you touch her—she will not resist.""You must act fast. The elders are watching. You need an heir."At the time, it all seemed
The palace was quieter these days—too quiet for a man who once ruled with noise, power, and pride. Alexander sat by his window, fingers toying with a half-filled goblet of wine. Outside, the moonlight brushed the edges of the thatched palace roof, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Chisom had long drifted to sleep, her breathing soft, steady. But Alexander was wide awake—again.It had been six moons since she was brought to him, her skin soft as silk, her smile gentle, her body yielding. Each night, she came to his bed, and each night, he held hope in his loins and in his heart. But morning always came with the same bitter emptiness. No signs. No whispers of cravings. No swelling belly. No child.He had tried everything—spiced roots, fertility herbs from the palace medicine woman, and even late-night rituals performed by the native priest. Still… nothing.Alexander rose from the bed, pacing the cold marble floor with heavy feet. A fire burned in the hearth, but it did little to tha
The morning sun filtered through the bright white curtains of their new apartment, casting golden rays across the hardwood floor. Lydia stirred beneath the duvet, her hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed.Empty.She blinked, sat up, and glanced around. The soft scent of brewed coffee and toasted bread teased her nose. A smile curled on her lips.He’s in the kitchen again.Throwing on a light robe, she padded down the hallway and into the warm, open space where Gabriel stood shirtless, wearing joggers and flipping pancakes with an exaggerated chef’s flair.“You’re going to burn them,” Lydia teased, leaning against the doorframe.Gabriel turned, spatula in hand, and grinned. “And good morning to my beautiful wife.”She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “Good morning, chef husband.”He kissed the top of her head, then plated a stack of fluffy pancakes. “I thought we could eat on the balcony today. The sun’s not too harsh yet.”They
The early morning sun filtered through the intricate lattice windows of the palace, casting golden shapes across the polished floors. Drums beat faintly in the distance, signaling the dawn of a new day—and a new queen.Chisom sat quietly on the edge of a carved mahogany bed, her feet barely touching the polished ground. Around her, the royal maids fluttered like bees, tying her hair into delicate loops, rubbing her arms with perfumed oil, and whispering instructions she barely absorbed.“Your new robe, my queen,” one of the maids said, presenting a cloth woven with silver threads and royal blue patterns. “You must wear it before you greet the king.”Chisom nodded faintly, still unsure how to wear the title of "queen" in her heart. The palace air was thick—not just with incense, but with the weight of expectation. She could feel it in the walls, in the eyes of the elders who measured her with unspoken judgment, and in the stiff bow of the guards who had served another before her.As sh
The palace air brimmed with anticipation, thick like a brewing storm. Inside the grand hall, the scent of burning incense drifted from gold-plated bowls, curling in the air like whispers from the ancestors. Soft drums echoed in the background, played by two palace boys, steady and ceremonial. The marble floors had been scrubbed to glass-like shine, reflecting the rows of candles burning along the corridor.Alexander sat on the throne, robed in deep crimson, his royal crown resting heavy on his head. His face was unreadable—a mask of calm, yet behind his eyes, something stirred. Pain. Memory. Resignation. This was not how he envisioned choosing a queen.Beside him, a guard stood silently, holding a scroll with the names of the maidens. The chamberlain motioned, and the doors opened.One by one, the virgins began to enter.The first maiden, Awele, stepped forward with her head lowered, her feet bare, anklets chiming with each timid step. She was beautiful—smooth dark skin, full lips, an
The sky above the palace bled into a melancholic gray, the sun hiding behind thick clouds as though mourning with the king. The royal garden, once Daniela’s favorite place, stood untended. Wildflowers grew in stubborn defiance through cracks in the once manicured paths. The scent of blooming hibiscus clashed with the scent of time—that old, dusty silence that lingered in places where laughter had died.King Alexander stood still on the palace balcony, arms crossed behind his back, cloaked in heavy velvet. He wasn't the same man he was two years ago. The weight of loss had carved lines into his once-youthful face. His shoulders drooped beneath invisible burdens. Power still clothed him, yes, but it no longer fitted him like pride—it clung to him like grief.His eyes scanned the horizon—the same trail Daniela had once fled down with the child. The same trail the guards had failed to watch. His jaw clenched at the memory.Every now and then, he imagined seeing her figure walking back, ch
The evening of the engagement party felt like a dream to Lydia. The grand ballroom was bathed in warm, golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their glimmering reflections dancing across the polished marble floor. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting stories of love, fortune, and legacy. Every corner of the room was carefully designed to evoke luxury, but it was the people who made it truly come alive.Guests murmured and laughed in soft clusters, champagne glasses clinking as they raised their toasts to Gabriel and Lydia. They had all come from different walks of life—wealthy socialites, business moguls, close friends of the family. But tonight, there was one thing that united them all: the promise of the future, the joining of two lives. Gabriel stood at the center of it all, a striking figure in a tailored suit, his posture confident but warm as he greeted guests. He was the picture of a man who had everything under control. But as his eyes scanned
The soft light of the morning sun was seen through the blinds, spilling its warmth over the living room of Gabriel’s apartment. Lydia sat on the sofa, her bare feet tucked under her as she scrolled through a wedding magazine, lost in thought. The room was filled with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the faint hum of the city outside only added to the quiet peace of the moment.Gabriel had just stepped out of the shower, a towel draped low on his hips, his hair still damp. He smiled as he saw her lost in the magazine, the occasional flutter of the page drawing her attention. It was one of those simple, perfect moments that made him feel like everything he’d ever wanted was right here.“You look like you’re plotting world domination,” Gabriel teased, stepping into the kitchen, his voice a warm caress.Lydia glanced up from the pages, offering him a playful scowl. “I’m plotting the perfect wedding, thank you very much. There’s a difference.”“Ah, my mistake,” he grinned, lean
Dark clouds thickened above the palace like a warning, casting long shadows that crept along the courtyard stones. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of dry wind against the banana trees that lined the palace fence.Alexander stood stiffly near the throne room window, eyes fixed on the sky. When the priest finally arrived, the guards ushered him in with reverence. The old man’s steps were slow, but his presence demanded respect. His hair, thick and snowy white, spilled down to his shoulders like ancestral feathers. His robe, dyed deep maroon with sacred herbs, carried the scent of ancient incense.He bowed slightly, then looked up. His eyes—milky but sharp—settled on Alexander’s face. “You sent for me, Your Highness?”Alexander gestured toward a mat. “Sit. There is trouble in the land.”The priest slowly lowered himself, folding his legs under him. “I know,” he said softly, voice like wind brushing through dried leaves. “The spirits whispered last ni