Imela POV"I will be late for class if you don't get up!" I yelled, hoping it got into the thick skull of the man on top of me and made him move."Same as me." He said but didn't look ready to move. "You do not see me complaining about it, do you?" He rolled his eyes.I laughed because there was nothing I could do. Oliver was bigger and larger, and the only way I would escape was if he were to let me.You would think that after five weeks of doing this every morning, he would tire, but he didn't seem tired.He would wake up early most mornings and awaken me to his seductive touch. On mornings, when I woke up first, like today, he would find a reason to lure me into bed and take advantage of the situation. "Come on, Olly." I groaned, but he kissed my lips lovingly, and his tongue pushed into my mouth to taste and explore.My toes curled, and my hands came up to touch his chest. He arrested it there, not letting it go."Touch me like that; you know I love it." He mumbled and kissed the

My lashes must have fluttered too quickly because I felt a massive headache immediately. My eyes shut, and my hand ran up to rub my aching head as I wondered why I was in such pain. I recalled the room I saw for a second before my eyes shut, and it looked nothing like the apartment in which Oliver and I lived. This was a different location.I forcefully opened my eyes and kept them that way despite the pain it caused. I was in a room I'd never been in before. Panicking, I sat up immediately, and the white bedsheets covering me fell off. I was naked from the waist up. I gasped and picked up the bedsheet to cover myself with it again. My eyes searched the room for my clothes while I tried to retrace my steps and figure out how I ended up in a stranger's room this morning. The last thing I remember was Oliver trying to keep me in bed longer than needed.Oliver! This wasn't his room, nor was it our bed, yet I was naked in it. My heart skipped, and my lips trembled, dreading this reality.

"Do you want to say any last words?" Onu's small voice came through as we stood at the cemetery, saying our final farewells to Elena.It was a small burial ceremony, and only the family was present. We couldn't even afford a proper funeral, and all I had, I gave to Onu as my contribution. We could only have this small gathering with our contribution, and honestly, this was so much better.The priest had read a passage from the Bible and proceeded to give words of comfort to our family. After he finished, Onu and his wife said a few words; Godiya also did, and now it was my turn.I stood staring at the casket already lowered into the grave, and I didn't know what to say. I didn't plan to say goodbye this early-not until she had seen all I set out to achieve, not until I made her proud. We had so much planned out for our lives, and now it's over.What could I say? Where would I begin?I stepped closer to the grave, clutching the rose in my hand, and a tear rolled down. "I didn't see thi

My heavy lashes fluttered, but seeing came a few seconds later. I found myself on a bed in a white, empty room, and I stayed, unable to move; all I could do was stare at the white ceiling with its chandelier hanging over me. It illuminated a golden light, and my senses tried to make calculations of it. It was beautiful and peaceful, and though I couldn't remember much, I knew I had not felt this way in a while.Was this heaven? Was this my heaven? If it was, it wasn't so bad; the peace and beauty were like none other, but this wasn't heaven. There would have been much joy, happiness, and people if it were. Also, I would be able to move.I wanted to move, though, but I couldn't; I couldn't move my head or my mouth. The only thing I could move was my eyes, which scanned as much of the big room as possible. My eyes found a beeping monitor above my head, which made it hard to spot, and beside it was an IV pole with a drip on it, connected to my hand. I noticed I had a respiratory mask ove

Ocean was the best thing to come out of the hell I lived through four years ago. I didn’t think he would even make it after everything I went through, but he was a fighter from the beginning. The world didn’t want us, but here we were, shoving our middle finger back at themFour years ago, my life took a significant turn I never imagined: I met my father.Marcel Boris Garcia is a Russian-Spanish billionaire businessman. What were the odds that instead of drowning, as my attackers intended, I would be found by my biological father?After my recovery began, I asked Marcel about my mother, Otaria Barau, and he told me what he knew about her. She was the woman he met and fell in love with after he visited Port Harcourt.He had separated from his wife, Felicity, a year prior, and meeting my mother was a breath of fresh air. Their love story would not last because Felicity returned after seven months, wanting them to give their marriage another shot.When he told my mother, she was brokenhe