"I could never have imagined that Simon would stoop to that!" Said Slyvia in murmurs with a whiff of envy stinking inside her. Maurice, ever plain and honest, couldn't hold her thoughts back.
"Why? You can't deny the fact that she's beautiful and modest. It is hard for any sensible man not to fall for her."
"Beautiful!" Sylvia was deadpan.
"Yes, even the blind can detect that, or would you rather he'd chosen you?.. She said, reading her strappy figure in mockery and grinned.
"Mind your tongue, Maurice!" She said sternly.
"I am sure she's just a stop-gap. Simon can't leave Nisha for her."
Someone turned on the knob and they all sprang to the corner. Who could say
Mrs Wabua's heart was leaden with sorrow. After Esther's disappearance, her only son, Amon, was put in jail because he was suspected of kidnap and murder. Richard, who'd raised Esther as his daughter, had learnt that he had an interest in marrying Esther but the latter loved him like a brother. In trying to seek Justice, Richard sent an innocent man to jail. In two days, he would be sentenced to death by hanging because he had no witness and all the evidence pointed to him.She was convinced that Queen was a different person because she spoke fluent English and seemed very polished. Why wouldn't she? All this time, Simon had been tutoring her. She has radically changed and transformed into a 'queen' and the name suits her absolutely."Ma'am come and sit." Esther encouraged her and she sat along with them but a feeling of mortification mounted up in her.
She woke up with a strange feeling. Every part of her body was numb, her legs spread astride as if she had been racing in a horrible nightmare. Pulling them together, she felt a pang of pain in her loin and her lower parts. It was strange! She stretched her hand groping for the bed switch thinking it was still at night because she was still weighed by sleep and felt a numbing weakness as if she had been battered. How odd! The switch wasn't there and neither was the bed. It was dark inside although there was a shaft of light that stole through the small window. Then she opened her half- blurred eyes and wandered them around; she was no longer in the luxurious room lit by four lamps, a double bed with a comfortable mattress and nice bed sheets but lay on a
Emilia wiggled off with incoherence and strutted towards the grubby room which was an old cellar. Here, in an unconducive environment, is where she had ordered Jimmy to confine Esther after raping her."This isn't over yet, I will find a way to destroy you completely- soon, you moron!" She snarled, opening the door."Come out! I hope you've learnt your lesson. This is just a mere demonstration of what will happen to you if you don't distance yourself from my son." She said and waited at the door but there was no sign of life inside. "Ah, has she escaped- or someone helped her to? Damn it! Queen! Err-are… you there?" She sputtered, scared- very scared. If anything were to happen to Esther, Miguel's family would be dragged along; the maids, the guards, the mayor and his wife- everyone! This would mean that the reputation Miguel had toiled to build fo
"Ma'am, calm down!" He tried to pacify her and then after some minutes asked,"Err, do you know the father- I mean you spoke with certainty earlier?"Emilia was quiet. What the doctor didn't know was the rift between Emilia and Esther, otherwise, he would have guessed the answer."Did I hear you mention that she's pregnant?" Jimmy asked curiously as soon as he entered. Feeling remorseful and uneasy, he'd stayed close to know about Esther's condition."Yes, she is." Jimmy's face immediately darkened and he glimpsed at Emilia accusingly. By the look of things, he isn't pleased with this news."Ma'am Emilia, may I talk to you for a moment? Please!" Jimmy said trying to hide his hard feelings and the two went out. The two h
Her legs faltered as she advanced, and their eyes! They were charged with animus and she could feel every appalling hatred and reproach in them. They atomized her. She thought of attempting a back-track, but when she saw the smile on her son's lips, she chose to proceed- for him, for his sake.She lifted her woeful face and conferred a fleeting glimpse at Simon. His countenance admonished her for her flaws much more than his tongue could and seeing him, tears streamed down her cheeks. What could she tell him? How could she explain? She came forward and stood in front of him unable to speak. She would have grabbed him and held him close in her arms, embraced him, kissed him but she was annihilated by fear and remorse.Tears escaped Simon's eyes, one after another. He was hurt because he had loved her so much. Now he wasn't sure if he could still revi
A dart of fear chilled Esther's bones. Simon wasn't okay, not at all! And she could feel it as if he was a part of him. When she heard Emilia shrieking out his name, she wanted to run to him, be there for him but had second thoughts, "He hates you, despises you and so does everyone. Why would you want to meddle? You have an unexpected plan, remember!" She told herself and looked at her suitcase she'd stuck in the corner and covered with a cloth. The time was nearing. This was the right opportunity to sneak out because everyone seemed distracted. She'd go out using the back door and pass through the small gate at the far end whose lock she'd broken earlier, or better still go out through the main gate since all the guards had followed Simon inside. All the Luck was on her side.As soon as the clock chimed 1:00 am, she carefully carried Chris on her shoulder. Good thing he was still asleep. She strode
Simon's health degenerated day by day which dealt a blow in Esther's heart and compelled her to contrive to stay around for the time being until the conundrum had been solved. Then one night- one cold night, he broke into continuous hiccups and had complications with breathing. Dr Maxwell came out of the room vexed and spoke to Miguel, "This is fatal!" Said Dr Maxwell. He was one of the most reputable doctors in the city. He too was frightened. Miguel jerked, debilitated by the doctor's statement. "What are you implying?" " He's not doing well, not at all!" How could he tell him bluntly that his son was on death's door? "I'll put him on the life-giving machine immediately. May God have mercy!" He turned to go, and
WARNING!!!Contains explicit scenes. Read at your peril.Esther didn't have any idea what to do or how to start, but when she saw the docility of Simon lying stiff on the bed near the oxygen machine, she flurried and run to him,"Simon, please don't leave." She lamented, her voice trembling with anxiety. She gave him a firm grip on his hand and fiddled his cold face. "It's me, love, wake up, don't do this to me... Okay, I accept I fouled up, but...I don't know how or when it happened. Maybe it was my frailty- the frailty of human nature. You hate me, don't you? I promise I will go far away from you, but you must wake up."Her eyes fraught with tears and she drew much closer and with fervour, she kissed him. Suddenly, his chest heaved and she stopped conscious of what she might have perceived as friv