I don't know how many times in I had faintted until I could not longer bear the pain. At some point I felt like my skin was peeling off under the impact of the hot water.My fingers were almost flattened by the cold giant pliers. The sharp pain in my chest and the strong aroma or roasted meat startled me from the deep fanatasy I hadn't sunk at the pain.One minute I was dreaming about her the other I was groaning and yelling under the pain, cursing the very day I decided to love her. On my chest was the fresh tattoo of the a logo I had never seen before. My tormentor was smiling at me with satisfaction. I let out an eerie scream and the echoe resounded in the room but the devil just smiled at me while holding the hot iron.I don't know what else he had done to me when I had passed away. The feeling of my whole body made me I had been under fire. I was restless and desperte. The well of my tears had tried up. "Let me go?" I yelled in pain as I struggled to free myself. He stood up
There was no single reason for me to anticipate happiness even in the next minute of life. I was being prepared to live with the most inhumane person I had ever before. This was the most realistic nightmare ever. I hated drugs and the sight of the transparent bottle full of some purple tablets on the table almost made me puke. But an idea struck my mind. I kept hoping I would one day see Rotimi again. I loved him for his cheerful attitude, always optimistic. I wished the universe would just keep him alive for my sake. Even if we had to meet in heaven, it would still be fine.We had a business to finish together. A week had elapsed and I regained my senses. Once in while mum had come and for the few minutes she stayed I wished she couldn't have came. My dad and my uncle were my regular visitors, they came to insult and threaten me. Lyza was the most caring person ever but I had learnt that she worked for Clemont Hill. What she sold me were pieces of fake hope and I had to buy them
Clemont Hill was the most feared man in the city and the news had gone around that I was the small boy standing his lane between him and his wife to be. I had been given examples of people who had dared meddle in his affairs. All were their in the it new homes, the graves in the cemetery and other mass graves scattered in the outskirts of the city.And who was going to be the next victim? I was sudden his men were already secretly watching all my movements. And that son d**k head , Alvarez! He would one day live to regret what he did to me. It was useless to try running away into another country or city. But I had a certain feeling, my instincts affirmed my actions. This time I was going to wait for death. I was going to wait for the jaws and claws of the dragon."Look here, there's fire on the mountain," Jacob said as she confidently folded his hands on his wide chest. I anxiously waited for him to break the bad news to me."Been told Clemont Hill may consider seeing you in the co
Whenever I reminded myself of what was awaiting me, throbs of pain sprung up in my head again and again. They talked of taking the bull by it's horns but for me I was going to take the dragon by it's jaws.The wedding plans were underway... I smiled. I was like a dead body waiting to be kept somewhere dark. I was just the collateral damage... But my tears were not counting and my pleas made fhem angrier than before.They were bargaining with me at the same time but I had no chance to have a say in whatever the were saying. If wishes were horses...She told me I was just inches away from my destiny... Little did she know I hated her for stopping me from accomplishing what my soul wanted. She worked for Clemont and that's why she was so committed.I still loved Rotimi... I would never stop loving him. Ryan... Why did he look so familiar? The longer I tried to remember things the more fhey slipped away into the darkness and I just got angrier."My name is just enough for now!" He said
I could see the fright in his eyes as much as he tried to remain calm. His chest rhythymically went in and out as Clemont went for his briefcase. Jacob glanced at me again before staring at Clemont Hill who slowly opened opened it using some codes.Probably he was choosing the right gun!"You are now officially under my authority!" He said as he carried bundles of cash in dollars and placed them before Jacob who was now tensed."But I don't mean I have forgiven you for messing with one of my wives. You will definitely pay for it the hard way," he emphasized as he slowly blew the cigarette towards the open window.He slowly turned and stared at me again. The message in his eyes was very clear... I was definitely the one going to bear the most punishment for my weird deeds. Again I regretted meeting Charlotte than anything else. Here was a man who no one pleads with. Whose word is final and whose chambers no one escaped alive! I gasped!"Clinsman, it's your turn to exceute your dilige
I couldn't grasp what was going for a moment. Only disgusting smiles and words... Things that didn't match their outstanding beauty.But how did Abigael choose to get married to him? Was she forced like me? I couldn't afford to look at them straight in the eyes. They were a way distance from their smiles and soothing words. I felt my head spinning around as Abigael stared at me. I looked at my reflection through the glass table and I got lost forgetting that I was in their mighty presence for a while. And what were they even talking about in the first place?"In fact you have no say in whatever that's going to happen on that day! You only have to comply with the order lest you get yourself in trouble again," Bella insisted as she stood up from her sit.I could hear their words from a distance... As if we were in hollow tunnel and I was at the far end only getting the waves of their frustrating echo."And you got a nice hair," Bella said as she touched my hair jilting me from my sma
Some things remind me of my youthful era... Those fresh days that I had just started modelling. The days I took the reknown stages of the cty with a storm. My superb figure was not something to be ignored.I was the envy of other girls who I shadowed with my fame. At the same time I was a role model to many who had no clue how and where I sourced my fame from.Before that I used to be an ordinary girl like Charlotte, though Charlotte is a bit lost and naive. I wanted fame, I loved everything that came along with it.Bad guys owned a portion of me and like a lioness I wanted the strongest of all. I had that animal instinct in. I wanted to be fought for. I remember the first day I met him. He was not as famous as he is today but something in him sparked my attention. His wiry courage I had not seen in an other man. He was the kind of alpha I wanted. The age Gap wasn't a big deal for me. All I wanted was one ruthless guy and I got the most feared guy in the city, the one maestro Clemon
I was no longer the author of my own story, the pen was in the hands on someone else and I had to helplessly watch as they wrote whatever they wanted. I even thought I had a better a past than the hell bent future awaiting for me. I had to press myself for more trouble ahead, my emotions and opinions were not as important as I had earlier thought.The uncertainty of the creepy experience after the wedding almost made my heart freeze with fear. If only death was an option at that crucial point I could have welcomed it with my two wide arms.Abigael and Bella were two individuals with strange personalities I hated the most. I still couldn't understand if they made a choice in their right minds to get married to that beast. Nothing was adding up at all..My tears didn't even move them, even as my heart shrunk with immense pain they thought I was faking my tears to get away with what they thought was my a atrocity.I hated each and every moment in their presence, I wished something could