"Did you receive the letter that came in this morning at your office?" Dickson threw the question at Amanda like a challenge, his eyes demanding a response, his voice sharp with accusation.
"W-which letter are you talking about, Dickson?" She hoped, in her heart, that he wasn't referring to the devastating letter she had received earlier. "Don't act dumb, WOMAN!" he protested, his patience wearing thin. "I'm talking about the divorce letter." The words hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud, casting a shadow over the room. Amanda's heart sank, and she staggered a bit as if the ground beneath her had shifted. "You promised me that you’ll be by my side till death do us apart. I worked day and night, sacrificed so much for this marriage. Why are you doing this, Dickson? What did I do to deserve a divorce?" Amanda muttered, her voice laced with bitterness. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears. The weight of disappointment pressed upon her, threatening to break her spirit. She needed answers, clarity, and closure. The pit of her stomach churned with a mixture of anger and hurt. Dickson, standing tall before her, his features carved from stone, met her gaze with an intensity that mirrored the storm within. His eyes, devoid of mercy, met hers with a cold stare. "It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male child. Now that she’s back, I won’t make the same mistake. Hurry up and sign the documents! 200 million dollars for two years of your worthless life. You should consider it a bargain."Dickson had always been skilled at hurting her with words. "A…n…d… What will happen if I don’t sign them?"Amanda asked. "Don’t even dare to test my temperance with this your godforsaken question. Anyways, I have ways of making you disappear. Legally or not, no one will notice." The air in the room hung heavy with tension as Amanda shakily rose from the floor. Her eyes, reddened from tears, met Dickson's, her heart pounding in her chest, her voice trembled. "I don’t care about that 200 million," Amanda declared, her words laced with a quiet defiance. The mention of 200 million dollars hung in the air, like a joke, satirising her passion for him. She drew a shaky breath, steadying herself before she spoke. "I won't sign the divorce papers, unless you grant me one last wish," she insisted, her voice still trembling, but now with a different approach. "You last wish?" he asked, a hint of impatience threading through his tone. She stepped forward, placed her white painted nails on his face and murmured quietly into his ears. " If you truly want me to sign the divorce letter and accept the 200 million dollar deal, you won't hesitate to follow me upstairs to your bedroom.” “Are you crazy at all Amanda? What relationship do I have with you that warrants me going to my bedroom?” he blurted out as he paved round in the sitting room trying to process what just came out from Amanda’s mouth. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he considered the consequences of her plea. “If I were you,I would Just come upstairs and stop asking these dumb questions,Dickson" she whispered into his ears , her voice low and s*xy and her eyes bloodshot. 'I promise, you won't regret it and I'm sure Amelia won’t be happy if she finds me here. Your clock is ticking,Dickson.” She turned and headed upstairs, her steps light and sure. “f*ck!!!” he spat the word out with rage in his eyes. “ I had no idea that I was dealing with a smart woman over here.” he whispered to himself as he stood at the entrance of the stairs. Amanda, having ascended to the tenth step, pivoted on her heel to confirm whether Dickson was following suit. To her surprise, she discovered he lingered near the stairwell's entrance. Breaking his trance, she addressed him sternly, "Are you not joining me upstairs?" In his defence, he claimed “Can't you see that i’m right at the back of you?” “You better hasten up before that venom you call a wife, Amelia meets us here. I know that she hates me and I don't see myself having a discussion with her either.” She hissed at him. As he reached the top, he found himself in a dimly lit hallway. The scent of vanilla candles wafted through the air, adding an element of mystery to the atmosphere. The sound of his own heartbeat seemed to intensify as he approached the door she had disappeared behind. With a hesitant hand, Dickson pushed the door open and entered a room bathed in soft, golden light. The air was charged with anticipation. Amanda was standing by the window, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. "Close the door, Dickson," she said without turning around. Her voice had lost its playful edge, now carrying a hint of vulnerability. He did as instructed, the latch clicking softly into place. The room felt like a sanctuary, a space isolated from the outside world where their fates might intertwine. "Why am I here?" Dickson asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Amanda turned to face him, her eyes searching for something he couldn't quite comprehend. "Because you're part of this now, Dickson. I want you to make out with me on this bed for the last time. I Want to have hot s*x with you as you moan my name. Look at me, Dickson. I’m your wife and I want you to call out my name while sleeping with me. . I’m still your wife. I am Amanda, not Amelia!” For the first time since she has known Dickson Amanda was screaming out of her lungs and furious with anger. But her heart was pleading for mercy as she looked at the man she has always loved. “Oh! stop the fake drama. Before,you dragged me up stairs with your evil act. I was busy with my newspaper downstairs and right now I want to continue with it.” Amanda bursted out with self–mocking laughter. “The news isn't running away. They can wait a little longer. If you feel like you’ve lost track of the news you can always catch up with it on their website online.” “Do what I said or not. Suit yourself. I don’t mind the narrative of what the media might say about me!” Dickson hated being threatened the most. His thin lips curled into a sneer. A few seconds later, he replied, “Fine, if that’s what you want Amanda then I’ll do it. But don’t you regret it, Amanda!” Dickson grabbed her a*s and moved it towards his erection. He held onto her silhouette and ripped it off violently .And then…her panties were torn apart. Dickson didn’t give her a warning before hurting her! “AH Ouch! Take it easy on me!” Amanda cried, shutting her eyes in pain! But, Dickson didn’t give her a listening ear . He was ruthless and cruel as ever. He never cared if it hurt her or not. Or maybe watching her suffer simply thrilled him! Good! Very excellent! She would remember this, remembering the man’s harshness to her for the rest of her life. “Amanda. Oh!, Amanda. The Queen Mother. Are you happy now?” He finally called her name as he got on top of her. Though it was quite a shame, she could finally get rid of the depression that dogged her for two entire years and the love she had for him went down the drain for the hatred that is about to be revived .“Papa! Papa! Please wake up. I beg you in the name of God. “ Alison Peters, the younger sister of Amanda, was seen beside her father at the hospital with tears filled in her eyes.“I’m so sorry Alison. We tried everything we could within our power and our means , but your father isn’t responding to our treatment nor getting any better. You should let him be and just say your last words to him.”Alison Peters frowned worriedly and said, “Doctor Tony, will you please try something else? If it requires money you just have to mention it and it is all done. My father can’t die now, not when we haven’t seen the person who has access to the property for five years.”“None of us have seen Amanda for some years now, not even my father. We don’t know what he was thinking when he willed all his properties to Amanda. He didn’t even consider his grandson’s over here. How could he? And they’ve always been by his side unlike his godforsaken daughter Amanda.””Everyone in the Peters family was misera
“I’m sorry, Father. I’m sorry for my lateness. I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me!” Amanda pleaded as hot tears dripped from her eyes.“Amanda,” Terry called her name and slowly opened his eyes, “You don’t have to be sorry. All that matters right now is that I got to see you before my last breath. And, seeing that you are safe and alive means alot to me. Oh, I can finally be relieved…”As he uttered out his last words to his beloved daughter, Terry reached out to hold Amanda’s hand , but the next second, his hand fell back on the bed weakly, hishead tilted, and his eyes shut!Beep! Beep! Beep!The ECG was beeping, declaring Terry’s death!“Father? Father!” Amanda called out, tears rolling down her cheeks.She knew that her grandpa was the only one that ever cared about her well-being!“Ah, come on, stop those fake crocodile tears! Who are you trying to deceive in this room? If you truly cared about your father you would have been here long ago. You didn’t show u
Amanda has been everyone’s favourite since she was little. She had that successful lifestyle planned out even though she had zero idea of how everything would all play out. But, looking at her today and how well she has worked morning and night to be different from other women made everything possible.“Take a look at Amanda, see how she’s been surrounded with different men and women of calibre. From the way she dresses to the luxury of perfume she has on her body one will tell that she’s now a boss of her own. Unlike Amelia, You are always pessimistic, foolish and insensitive but you have no idea and that’s why people will always use it against you.” Stella couldn’t stop praising Amanda in front of Amelia.“Sister, what has come over you? Why the sudden appraisal towards Amanda?”- Alison questioned her.“Amanda has become the most talked about daughter of our late father. Some of our relatives even forgets that Amanda is not the only child of our father but NO! They all want Amanda.
Terry’s Funeral came up within the span of eight days. The cloud knew that a great hero has fallen down so there was a heavy downpour. Every member of Terry’s family starting from his grand children down to his children, brothers and sisters all pulled up for his funeral except Amanda. Men of Timber and calibre including his long time friends all came to celebrate his death with the media house and their team of reporters.“Did you hear what Terry did to his wealth before he died?” one of the guest asked her friend whom she brought to the funeral celebration.“I don’t know what he did to his wealth. You know that i was out of the country when he passed on.” her friend gave her a quick response.“Oh! That’s true. Anyways, he willed all his property to his daughter,Amanda and gave only ten percent to his remaining children.”“Are you sure about this? I don’t know why i’m finding it this hard to buy in your story. But, why did he do that? Are you sure the remaining children are his?“H
"Amanda, who gave birth to these beautiful kids? Don't tell me that they are both yours Mandy?" Alison asked her the question without giving her any breathing space."They are my children, Alison." answered Amanda as she held Andrew's hand heading towards the direction where the kids were being seated."This is unbelievable to man's eyes. I can't believe that Amanda has two kids yet she refused to let Grandpa see them before he passed on. Who exactly is this girl?" Alison spoke to Patrick who stood beside her."I can't believe that Andrew stoop so low to accept the friendship proposal with our sister." Patrick gave a response to what Alison said.Everyone gave a constant look to what was happening around them, not to mention Amelia and Stella who thought their plans to take over Amanda's property would come to pass.Andrew is the epitome of a dream man. He is tall, dark, and handsome, with chiselled features and a piercing blue gaze. His athletic build is toned and muscular, without
“Ma’am you can’t just drag her out and tell us to our face that there’s no interview when you haven’t given us an answer yet.” the head of the reporters said.“Please, Ma’am just say something to us, even though it’s a line we are open to as long as it comes from you.”one of the reporters spoke to StellaShe clears her throat and sips her wine before saying, “ As for Amelia’s wedding i believe things are going as planned. I can’t speak for her, but from the arrangements I've seen so far the wedding will be held any time soon, Thank you.”“Ma’am, is it true that Amanda will take over your father’s company and also be the one supervising it while you and your siblings are only entitled to ten percent of it?” another reporter asked her the question.“I….I… don’t you all want to know the truth about my father’s will. Well, I can’t watch my father’s company go down the drain just because it’s being headed by someone who is still learning how to walk.”“Are you trying to tell us that Amanda
“Are you okay? I hope your aggressive brother didn’t hurt you at all.”Dickson asked as he followed her to the washroom to wash off her hands stained with blood.“I’m fine, Dickson. You didn’t have to follow me down to this place. Please, Kindly use the exit door and wait for me till I'm done cleaning up.” Amanda responded.“I never knew you possessed this power in you. I thought you were being feminine but seeing the way you treated your brother today made me realise that I haven't studied you well.”Amanda's mood suddenly changed as she turned around to face Dickson. She didn’t want to be over reactive so she rinsed her hands,dried it up with water before leaving the washroom.As she was about leaving the washroom, Dickson threw her off her feet by asking.“Who is the father of your kids, Amanda? How did you get to meet Andrew? Why are you acting so fast? Are you trying to pin those kids to Andrew?”Although Dickson and Amanda are both divorced, Dickson can’t stand the sight of seein
“You dare not pull that stunt on me. Even if you try playing the tape, who do you think the crowd will believe? Is it you whom everyone has tasted your pussy or me that everyone believes to be the cool headed man.”Dickson turned around to clean his runny nose, only to see Amanda with a pen knife closer to his neck like a furious wolf waiting to devour his prey.“Why do you love making my life uncomfortable? Why are you so wicked and mean? What exactly do you want from me?Dickson was dumbfounded as he saw the ire in her. He only straightened up his legs and adjusted his tie to the normal position.Since the past five years he had known Amanda never did he for once imagine that a day like this would come. The calm and submissive Amanda is the one threatening his life like this.But, now she is the one threatening his life with a knife, which he less expected.“Get off me, Amanda! Don’t make me fight you back.”Amanda gave him a deaf ear as she rolled her arms and gave him a heavy blow