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|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Sensitivity1254: 10:31pm On Jun 30|
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|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 4:13pm On Jul 03|
Amen. Thank you @Abefe99.I appreciate. He is getting better.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 4:35pm On Jul 03|
TWIST OF FATE : #9
“Congratulations Mrs. Williams! How are you today?" Roseline enthused over the phone.
"I am pretty cool. How are you too, babe? How is work?" Rebecca yawned loudly as she struggled to sit up in bed.
"I guess I woke you up. I am sorry about that. How is your baby? I longed to see him." The smile radiated through her voice but Rebecca was quiet for sometimes.
"Becky, are you there? What is wrong?" She frowned.
"The baby is his carbon copy, even at birth. I can't just believe it." Rebecca whispered into the phone. It was Roseline's turn to become unusually quiet.
"I take it you are not talking about your husband. Could that be Joseph?" She hesitated briefly.
"Yes." Rebecca's voice was barely audible.
"Precious God of mercy! When did that happen? When did you sleep with him?" She asked in complete amazement.
"I was in his house on the wedding eve and we made love inside my car. It was the best night of my life." Rebecca giggled as she covered her mouth. The sound warms Roseline's heart and made it ache at the same time. What kind of Twisted Fate is this? She thought sadly.
"The conservative Becky making love in the back of a car? I guess Lizzy's spirit entered you that night? Gist me, babe. I am all ears" She laughed.
Rebecca gave a blow by blow details of how she lost her virginity to the man she was suspecting would be her only love in life. "I can't count the number of times I came that night. It was an incredible feeling." Becky was grinning from ear to ear and Roseline sighed with envy.
"Welcome to the land of the living. I am almost wet here. I thought you will be coming over to deliver your baby. Why did you change your mind?" She asked with a smile.
"After renewing my Visa, he refused to let me come over. He said it is a waste of money and that we can make use of hospitals in Nigeria. All pleas fell on deaf ear. You won't believe he has moved mum and Lizzy out of our former house into one of Dad's smaller houses. His excuse was that they do not need to stay alone in such a big house." Rebecca's voice was sad and tired.
"Your mum agreed to that? Was he using black magic?" She sounded incredulous. "I think he took advantage of her emotional state when she was still mourning my Dad's death but the reality of what he did was just seeping into her conscience. I was furious and took him up on it but he was just indifferent." Rebecca shrugged.
"Get a lawyer and sue his sorry ass. Sorry, I have forgotten he is your husband." She mumbled angrily.
"I spoke to the family lawyer but it was as if Ramson has bought his loyalty. No matter how much we complain, he's solidly behind him. I don't have the finance to hire another lawyer." Rebecca sighed heavily.
"I am sorry you are going through all these, Becky. I wish I can help." Roseline stated sadly. She lost her dad when she was seven years old and was her mother's only child until she re-married when she was seventeen years old. Her mother and step-dad died recently in a plane crash, leaving behind her seven-year-old step-sister, Caitlin. She had taken up the role of single parent/guardianship without a second thought.
"I understand, babe. We will be fine. Either he wants it or not, I am getting a job as soon as my baby is old enough to be left with a Nanny." Rebeca stated with forced cheerfulness but Roseline wasn't fooled.
"By the way, has anyone noticed that your baby doesn't resemble anyone in the family?" She asked curiously.
"I don't think so. It is my perfect revenge." Rebecca grinned maliciously and Roseline laughed. Her cell phone beeped loudly.
"Break time is over. I will talk to you later." Roseline stated regretfully.
"Go and save some lives. Catch up with you later." Rebecca smiled as she put an end to the call.
"Your apartment is amazing, Andrew. I am in love with it." Joseph flopped onto the leather sofa in the sitting room and put his booted feet on the center glass table.
"Thank you. I am still in awe myself." Andrew grinned as he sat down opposite him and mirrored his sitting posture.
"It is cool. Any cold beer in your fridge?" Joseph grinned at him.
"You want to take a cold beer when you just returned from the land of the dead a few months ago. I am not a party to that." He stated bluntly.
"Stop mimicking mum's role, please. I am sick of her hovering over me as if I am an invalid. You have been doing the same." Joseph glared at him and he shrugged.
"I don't give a damn how you feel about that, not when you are not yet back to the Joseph I used to know. Our dreams are coming through, we have a great job that we loved and we are doing fine, financially. Yet, you are still moping around. I am worried about you and it is pissing me off." Andrew glared back at him and he released his breath in a whoosh.
"I am fine. I don't know why you guys refused to believe me. Let's hang out on Friday then." Joseph grinned at him.
"We will see how it goes. By the way, what is it with Mr. Salmon and your mum? Is he your dad?" Andrew asked curiously.
"I don't think so. Mum said they used to be very close, that he was her best friend then but I don't know why they stopped being friends or why they lose contact with each other. I do know his interest in mum is beyond friendship. I don't know how I feel about that." He frowned slightly.
"Mum is a beautiful woman and I don't blame him. Thanks to him. At least we have decent jobs now and can take care of our own." Andrew stated with a smile.
"Yeah. So what's up with you and the boss's first daughter? Are you banging her?" Joseph's smile was wicked.
"And bite the finger that is feeding me. I don't go beyond my boundaries." Andrew didn't smile back.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Bella came in. She was looking hot and curvy in the short formal gown she wore and nude color high heel shoe showed her long smooth legs to advantage. They exchanged glances. Joseph tucked his tongue in his cheek to hide his smile and Andrew glared silently at him. "How are you, guys? How has been your day?" She beamed at Joseph before swinging her gaze to Andrew, lingering on his face. He scowled and Joseph gave a sputtering cough.
"We are good, dear. How was your day?" Joseph turned to face her.
"It was great. I went for an interview today. It was a hot seat." She sighed softly as she dropped her handbag and sat on the single sofa in the room.
"Are you tired of going to parties and hanging out with your friends?" Andrew asked saucily as he crossed his legs at the ankle.
"Yes, I am. I have something to prove and I will surprise you." She took his challenge with a lift in her chin. He snorted rudely and Joseph rubbed his rough jaw thoughtfully.
"The job that was arranged by Dad through a single phone call right?" He sneered at her.
"That is where you are wrong. I won't need any interview to get a job if my Dad made a call. I got this interview because I wrote a test and I will get a job too. If not this one, I am sure another one will come along." She stated determinedly, even as she battled to hide the fact that he was hurting her.
"I wish you best of luck, Bella. I am sure it will be successful." Joseph smiled at her.
"Thank you. I appreciate your confidence in me." She smiled back at him.
"Is that why you are here? To show off?" Andrew raised an eye-brow at her.
"Yes, you are quite right. Is there anything to eat around here?" She asked casually.
"You can go into the kitchen and do the cooking if you want something to eat. No knickknacks around here." Andrew answered flippantly and gaped at her when she got to her feet. "Where are you going?" He barely kept the shock out of his voice.
"I am going to the kitchen to cook. You just dare me." She grinned as she sashayed towards the kitchen and both men stared at her gently undulating hips.
"Please come out here, Bella. We don't want to consume poison." He got to his feet. Joseph covered his mouth as he laughed till his ribs ached.
"I will surprise you, Andy. What is it about me that you don't like?" She asked quietly immediately he entered the kitchen.
"I have told you there is no place for you in my life. I am engaged." He lied glibly. "I want to meet her." She stated firmly.
"What will you do when you meet her?" He couldn't help smiling.
"Leave that to me." She smiled softly and he raised an eyebrow at that. Her phone rang and she looked down at the caller I.D. It was her mother. "Hi, mum." She greeted cheerfully. "Oh! I will be right over. Keep calm, mum. Everything would be okay." She ended the call as she moved out of the kitchen.
"What is the problem?" He asked in concern as he followed her.
"Aliyah is in labor. I have to be with her." She picked up her bag. Both men got to their feet.
"We are coming along. Don't worry. She will be fine." Joseph put his arm around her and hugged her to his side.
"Thank you. I will call dad now. I brought my car." She held her car key to Joseph. Andrew scowled as he locked up his house and jammed his hands in his pockets.
"Congratulations on the birth of your first grandchild, Mr. Salmon Awodele." The doctor stated soberly. The last two days had shaved years off his age as he watched his last daughter battled to bring another life into the world. She had needed to be transfused with blood several times during the labor period and he was amazed that neither his genotype nor blood group matched hers at all. They had needed to source for blood from external sources and she gave birth to a baby boy through caesarean section. He had pushed the niggling issue to the back of his mind until their family doctor requested to see him alone.
"Thank you, Doctor Leye. How is your family?" He smiled at the elderly man who was in his mid-fifties.
"They are doing very well. Thank you. I am sure you noticed that your blood didn't match your daughter's own." He stated gravelly as he held his gaze.
"I noticed it. What could be wrong, Doc?" He asked, puzzled.
"I have known you and your family for a long time, Salmon. I delivered your two elder daughters while your wife chose to travel out to give birth to Aliyah." He paused as he took a deep breath and Salmon's heart picked up speed.
"I have every reason to believe Aliyah is not your biological daughter." He stated quietly and Salmon stared at him in absolute shock!
“Thank you for your patronage, madam.” Naomi smiled warmly at the customer that was leaving her new store, even as she noticed the black Lexus F sport car pulled up in front of her shop.
“You are welcome. You have great things here and your prices are reasonable and affordable.” The elderly woman nodded with approval as she looked around before reaching for the door handle.
“I appreciate the feedback. We hope to improve more on our service. Have a great day ma!” She beamed as she watched Salmon locked up the car. The customer left and he came in. His shoulders were slumped and he looked exhausted.
“Are you alright? By the way, congratulations on the birth of your grandbaby.” She smiled as she led him to the cash register table and pulled out the extra seat for him.
“Thank you. How is business?” His smile was sad as he sat down.
“What is wrong? Is everyone alright?” She took his hand in concern.
“I am ruined. Aliyah is not my biological daughter.” He swallowed hard as he slumped in his seat.
“What do you mean?” She asked puzzled. He narrated the conversation between him and the doctor to her.
“How am I so sure the two other girls are mine as well? I dread to find out.” His voice trembled as he rubbed his palm down his face and his eyes shown with unshed tears. Naomi sat back with a heavy sigh.
“This is serious. I honestly don’t know what to say. All I can say is that I am sorry for this and everything you are feeling at this moment. All the same you need to take the bull by the horn and take the kids for DNA Test.” She looked at him straight in the eye.
“I don’t want to believe this but does this mean ify has been cheating on me, despite how busy she claimed? I can’t even remember the last time we made love. She was so consumed with her career and I understand the fact that she is drained out by the time she got home most times. When did she have the time to sleep with another man?” He asked in an incredulous voice and she blew out a breath.
“How old is Aliyah?” She asked quietly.
“She is eighteen year old. Why did you ask?” He gave her a puzzled look.
“Well, that is a long time ago and it may be a one-off thing. I am sure it must have been a mistake. I am sure she would have use protection if she had planned to cheat on you.” She stated in defense of the other woman.
“It doesn’t erase the fact that she cheated, Naomi. No wonder the kids are so wayward, they took after her.” He stated in a miserable voice.
“Stop right there, Salmon. Do you want to tell me you have not had a fling with another woman since you got married? Just because you weren’t caught doesn’t make you a saint.” She gave him a chiding look. A customer came in before he could answer and Naomi excused herself to attend to him. He stood up and joined her to attend to other customers that started trickling in one after the other.
“Excuse me sir. Your face look familiar. Have we met before?” Someone tapped Salmon gently on the shoulder and he turned round to behold an elderly woman in her mid-forties. She was a tall willowy woman with a dark smooth skin that belied her age and she was smiling uncertainly at him.
“Well, it is possible. I’m Salmon Awodele. What is your name ma?’ He flashed her his gaped teeth smile that never ceased to capture women’s attention, both the young and the elderly.
“I know I can’t be mistaken. I’m Patricia Coker but used to be Pat Fagbemi. We met in the club years ago. You may not remember but it was a night I can never forget.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she smiled shyly at him.
He shifted through his mental files as he tried to place her face and it clicked. He grabbed her hands with both of his. He drew her towards a corner of the shop as he made sure Naomi wasn’t watching him.
“Oh my God! It was a week to your wedding. You still look as beautiful as ever. How have you been? Did your wedding eventually take place?” He grinned at her.
“Yes, it did. I have a boy and a girl, all grown now. You are still the ladies’ man you have always been.” She touched his cheek briefly and let her hand dropped away as she reminded herself she was no longer the young lady she was when they met.
“Thank you. Can I have your contact please? I know you are a married woman now and I promise not to bother you unnecessarily.” He brought out his phone and hastily collected her number.
“I have to leave now. I will go and pay for my shopping now. Thank you, Salmon. My regards to your family.” She grinned at him.
“Don’t worry about it. I will pay for it. Take good care of yourself.” He took her to the cash register and paid for the bill.
“Thank you.” She beamed at him before walking out of the store. He sighed.
“Who is she?” Naomi gave him a searching look as she came to sit down at the cash register. The last customer just walked out a moment ago.
“Just a woman I used to know a long time ago.” He stated in a dismissing voice.
‘Hmm.” She obviously didn’t believe him but he ignored her and refused to elaborate further on the issue.
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|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by faithfulgrl(f): 11:09am On Jul 05|
ghostmode deactivated.I.love dis writeup. keep getting better. more update
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by abefe99: 11:19am On Jul 05|
nice update dear how is your son health now?
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Kamelot77(m): 12:32pm On Jul 05|
can't wait for the next episode.........nyc one
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by horlah1(f): 11:16pm On Jul 05|
nice update.. pls when is d next update coming
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by peaceakiat: 10:57am On Jul 08|
Please went is the text update is going to come
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by peaceakiat: 11:00am On Jul 08|
Please went is the text update is going to come,i can't wait to read the next update
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 10:57am On Jul 13|
abefe99:He is much better. Playing hard, though we are still on medication.
Thank you for checking up. God bless you.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 10:59am On Jul 13|
TWIST OF FATE: #10
“Mum, what is wrong with Dad these days?” Bella grumbled as she walked into her parent’s bedroom, closely followed by her two younger sister. It was Saturday morning and her mother was still lounging in bed. Her father had left the house early in the morning as he had been doing these days.
“What did he do?” Ifeoma turned to sit up in bed.
“Well, he told us to go and see our family doctor. When we got there, the lab technician took some blood samples and cheek swabs. There was no explanation for this however and he refused to talk to anyone of us. Is something going on that you are not telling us about? We deserve to know the truth.” Bella stated in a shaky voice.
Ifeoma sighed heavily. Her meetings with Kingsley was getting on her nerves and her husband was adding his own drama to further complicate her life.
“I honestly don’t know what is going on. He refused to talk to me too but I have been thinking he will get over it. Test? What sort of test?” She asked in a puzzled voice as Bella’s words finally penetrated her sense. Bella rolled her eyes skyward and exchanged glances with her siblings.
“Mum, are you here at all? I told him that Kingsley and his family wants to come and introduced themselves but he said I should discuss with you.” Aliyah mentioned the most important thing on her mind.
“You know what, girls? I will talk to him and give you a feedback. Aliyah, hope the nanny is taking good care of your baby?” Ifeoma smiled uncertainly at them before focusing on Aliyah.
“She is trying. Mum, I thought you will have more time for your grandchild. You barely see him since he was born.” Aliyah stared accusingly at her.
“I am sorry, baby. I will try and see him more often now. I promise.” Ifeoma was eager to get them going so she could align her thought. Bella and Aliyah turned and left the room but her second daughter, Maria refused to follow them. She was the most reserved among the three girls but also the smartest and most intelligent. She made her mother nervous whenever she fixed those solemn eyes on her.
“What is it, Maria?” Ifeoma frowned at her.
“I went online, mum. Blood test and cheek swabs could mean DNA Test.” She stated quietly. Ifeoma’s heart missed a bit.
“It could also mean other things too. Are they only used for DNA test?” Ifeoma retorted acidly.
“No. None of us required a test, we do not have health issues, mum and we all know our genotype and blood group. So why are we sent to take a test without our consent or your consent? Dad is not talking to us. That is unusual as he has always been there for us. Despite our shortcomings, he talks to us and listen to us.” She paused without taking her eyes off her mother’s face. Ifeoma swallowed hard.
“If something is wrong, please let us know on time.” She concluded quietly.
“I have told you I will talk to him and I will give you a feedback. What else do you want to hear from me?” Ifeoma nearly shouted as she sat up straighter in bed.
“Okay, mum. I have heard you.” She turned her body slightly and Ifeoma released a sigh of relieve. “Whose call have you been receiving in the middle of the night, mum?” The question came out of the blues and her heart gave a lurch. She gaped at her daughter in shock.
“Mum, I am talking to you.” Maria stared back unflinchingly at her mother.
“Get out of my room at this minute. I don’t want to see you again.” Ifeoma choked out.
“Mum, everyone has a past. If you truly love us and want to save your marriage, I suggest that you and Dad should have a heart to heart talk before it is too late.” She stated gravelly, turned on her feet and walked out. Ifeoma slumped back in bed as she felt suddenly drained out. What should I do, Dear God? She thought helplessly.
“Andy, what is wrong with you? You have been taking that wine steadily since I came in.” Joseph lifted the bottle of bailey on the table and inspected it. He rarely went home these days and his mother had stopped bothering about his appearance at home.
“Well, I am not drunk yet.” Andrew stared at the creamy drink in his wine glass and frowned.
“How was your trip to Abuja? You didn’t come back to the office when you get back to town.” Joseph sat beside him.
“It was okay. We won the contract. I was very tired when I got back and decided to take the day off.” He smiled but it was a grim one.
“Where did you go when you get back into town? Why are you drinking this much?” Joseph asked worriedly. Andrew threw the wine glass against the wall to his surprise and the glass chattered into million tiny pieces. He got to his feet and started pacing back and forth in the room. Joseph watched him with interest.
“Can you believe that idiot girlfriend of mine has been cheating on me?” He bellowed at the top of his voice.
“Could that be Carol Adams?” Joseph asked in a disbelieving voice. Andrew and Carol had been dating steadily since Andrew was in year two in the university.
“Who else? The fool that I was, I wanted to surprise her when I returned earlier than expected. I even went shopping for her.” He gave a depreciating laugh as he picked up the shopping bags beside the seat and flung it across the room.
“How did you find out she was cheating on you?’ Joseph asked curiously, still finding it difficult to believe.
“She didn’t know I was coming back today. We spoke last night and I told her I wasn’t sure when I will be back. Her door was closed but not locked. I walked in, beaming from ear to ear only to find my babe in bed with another man. He was shagging her furiously from the back and my babe was there, moaning and screaming. I thought I will faint with shock.” He smiled grimly at his friend.
“What did you do? You didn’t pick him up and hit his head against the wall?” Joseph asked coldly. That calmed him down more than anything in the world. He smiled.
“No, I didn’t. I just called her name and watched her focus her eyes on me and I left. She has been calling my number since then.” He sat down, a bit calm now.
“I am highly disappointed in Caroline. She is the last girl I expected to do this. I know it is not easy but you just have to get over it. I am surprised I didn’t meet her here though, considering what happened.” Joseph touched his arm and squeezed briefly.
“She has made her choice. I will make mine too.” He shrugged. There was a knock on the door but before any of them could answer, the door swung open and Caroline came in. She went straight on her knees and both men watched her as she crawled into her room.
“It is the devil’s handwork. Forgive me please, my love.” She begged as tears filled her eyes and spilled over as she raised her palms in a plea.
“What is going on here, guys?” Bella made an entrance on the doorway in a silver color dinner wear that accentuated her full curves. The clingy sheer material revealed and covered her form at the same time as it dipped and stretched over her feminine form. She glided into the room, looking from one to the other. Joseph hide a smile.
“Nothing much. You can seize up the situation by yourself and arrive at your own conclusion.” Andrew grinned at her. Caroline jumped to her feet and glared at Bella.
“Andrew, who is this?” Caroline asked angrily. He stared coldly at her and Bella smiled to herself.
“I am Bella and you must be who?” Bella glided around her, measuring her from head to toes. Carol drew herself up to her full height.
“I am Carol, Andrew’s fiancée. You are the boss’s daughter, right? Have you been sleeping with him?” Carol asked as he looked down her nose at her. Bella laughed, a soft tingling sound that pleased Joseph immensely.
“I have not started sleeping with him yet but I intend to very soon. You have been blocking my path and now the coast is clear. Thank you.” Bella rubbed her hands together maliciously.
“What did you tell her, Andrew? Have you been sleeping with her? Is that how you got the job in the place?” Carol turned on him hotly.
“You have got guts, Carol. You have a real nerve to be asking me that kind of question. Please get out at this minute before I do something we will both regret.” Andrew stated coldly.
“You have not seen the last of me. I will be right back.” She snapped her hand and headed for the door.
“Carol.” Bella called softly and she turned to glare at her. “Please don’t bother to come back because this door is completely closed to you.” She stared back at her.
“I don’t really care who your father is. Stay off my man or I will skin you alive, you bitch.” Carol lunged towards her with her hand raised and Bella caught it neatly.
“I fight dirty and rough when I do. Stay off and we won’t have any problem. Go on, girlie and don’t look back.” Bella flung her hand away and she stormed out of the room.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish. Celebrate with me, guys! I got the job.” She grinned at both of them and Joseph laughed out loud.
“I know it. Congratulations babe!” He vaulted to his feet and swung her around in joy.
“Thank you.” She laughed as she hugged him and gave him a smacking kiss on the lips.
“Congratulations Bella! I am proud of you.” Andrew stated solemnly as he drew her into his arms and hugged her, long and hard.
“Thank you. I am sorry you are hurt, dude.” She framed his face in her palms and placed her lips gently on his. It softened beneath hers before he drew back and grinned at her.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. You are looking hot by the way. Where are we going tonight?” His eyes undressed her from her hair to her toes and she felt her bare Tips hardened beneath her bodice at his open scrutiny.
“I know the place. Let’s get moving.” Joseph picked up his car key and they left the house.
Salmon sat alone in his study room. It was dark except for the lamp on the desk, illuminating the DNA results he spread out before him and he stared down endlessly at it. Bella and Maria were biologically his daughters but Aliyah wasn't his. How long has this been going? His mind wandered in anguish. He looked towards the door when he heard a knock and the knocking went on consistently.
"Please open the door, Salmon. I know you are in there." Ifeoma's pleading voice penetrated through the door. He remained seated for several minutes longer before he stood up and went to unlock the door. She stood just inside the room, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness while he locked the door and went back to his seat.
"Why have you been avoiding me? Why are you not talking to me?" She asked quietly.
"Have your seat." He gestured to the wooden chair in front of the desk. She moved on heavy feet to sit down with her eyes glued to the papers in front of him and her heart hammered with dread.
"Please take a look at this." He picked up the results and held it out to her. Her hand trembled as she collected the papers from him and she stared down at it blindly without seeing a thing but she knew what was there! She had been fearing this day since that cursed night that she allowed mindless passion to rule her life. She was surprised at the feeling of relief that went through her and the feeling of terror that followed.
"You cheated on me, Ifeoma." He stated clearly, calmly. She put the papers back on the desk and stared at him soberly. "I loved those kids with my life but it was the one that held the string to my heart that ended up not being mine. Why did you do it?" He asked bitterly and she swallowed hard.
"I have suffered and paid for this mistake for a very long time. What can I say, salmon? Telling you I deeply regret it will not undo the past or the damage done but I am so sorry for hurting you this way." Tears filled her eyes and spilled uncheck down her cheek.
"Who is he? What did he offer you that I couldn't or didn't offer you?" He asked bitterly.
She sighed heavily and stared down at her entwined hands.
"He was a senior colleague and my immediate boss back then. We worked together as a team. Most times, we stayed behind to work late into the night and we grew quite close. He gave me the attention I didn't know I was craving for and bought me silly little things that warmed my heart. By then, you and I have grown apart and seemed to be living separate lives. He was a divorcee and his family was out of the country or so he told me. It happened one night when we traveled to Abuja on a business trip." She swallowed hard and gazed at her husband through tear-filled eyes.
"Ifeoma, please let's do a quick recap of those issues we raised in the board meeting. I have some documents in my room that I will like to give to you to go through when you are less busy. I promise not to take more than a few minutes of your time so we can retire to bed on time." Kingsley had said briskly with a polite smile as the meeting ended and he got to his feet.
"I am right behind you sir." She responded as she smiled at the other executives and bid them goodnight as they filed out of the conference room in a single row.
"Please have your seat. What can I offer you?" He went straight to the fridge in a corner of his King-sized room.
"I have already had enough food during dinner. I will just take a look at those documents and retire to bed. I am so tired right now." She hides a yawn behind her palm as she dropped on the long sofa in the room and eased her feet out of the navy blue high heel she wore.
"Well, you won't mind taking some wine then." He brought out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.
"Thank you. I hope it is not too alcoholic because my system can't take too much of it." She smiled as he poured the rich red drink into the wine glass and handed it to her.
"No, it is a sweet wine. How are your girls?" He poured himself a glass and sat down beside her.
"I am missing them so much. I wish I can spend more time with them but this banking job is so demanding." She stated with a sigh and took a sip. "Wow! This is so sweet. I have such a terrible sweet tooth." She grinned as she gulped down the drink.
"I love your dedication to your work. I am confident you will make it to the top of your career sooner than you expect." He topped her wine glass and took a sip of his own.
"Thank you for your vote of confidence. I appreciate you. You have been a great mentor and supervisor to me." She smiled at him. He grinned at her and his dimple winked. Her heart gave a lurch.
They talked about her family, his own and the general nature of their job.
"I need to use the loo." She got to her feet and the room seemed to be spinning on its axis. "I think I am drunk." She giggled helplessly as she weaved her way unsteadily to the restroom.
He was clad in his boxers' shorts and under-vest when she came out. He met her half-way into the room.
"You are a bit unsteady on your feet. Lie down. It will soon wear off." He guided her onto his bed.
"I need to start going to my room. We have an early morning flight to catch tomorrow." She stretched out gratefully. He sat down on the bed and massaged the soul of her aching foot one after the other.
"Thank you. How did you learn how to do that?" She purred with pleasure as she closed her eyes.
"You are a beautiful woman." His voice was close to her ear and her eyes opened slowly to see him staring at her lips. Her throat went dry and she struggled to sit up.
"Easy, baby. I didn't mean to scare you." He eased her back on the bed as he smiled at her and kissed her eyelids.
"I don't think we should be doing this." She began in a weak voice. Her limbs weigh a ton. She watched him helplessly as he parted her legs slightly and traced his fingers up her inner thigh. Her thighs quivered in anticipation and desire curled deep in her belly.
Unknown to her, he had studied her carefully and planned every detail. He turned out to be the best lover she ever had. He held her gaze as he settled between her spread thighs. He reached for her pants beneath her trim pencil skirt and rolled it down slowly. The skirts pulled at her waist and her hips jerked involuntarily when he flicked his tongue over the center of her womanhood. She moaned and groaned as he teased her mercilessly.
His finger joined his tongue and she buckled hard as the several orgasms rolled over her in rapid succession. He came up for air with a wicked smile and pushed up her camisole as he flicked his tongue over the navel.
"Please…" Her voice ended in a whimper as he slipped his fingers into her bra and teased her Tips.
"Tell me what you want, baby. I will gladly do it." He whispered against her mouth as he pulled off her jacket and she allowed him to UnCloth her.
He took her in several positions and she enjoyed every moment of it. She fell asleep towards dawn, satisfied and exhausted. Kingsley arranged her nude beautiful body in several obscene positions and took lots of her pictures. He then put away the video recorder that was hidden in a corner of the room and the camera and joined her in bed for an early morning romp before they started preparing for their morning flight back to Lagos.
"He was sacked shortly after we returned back to Lagos on several fraudulent charges. I was shocked because I never see it coming. I was promoted to his position and the nightmare began." She stated sadly.
"Was he blackmailing you?" Salmon frowned at her.
"Yes. I think he planned everything that happened that night. He recorded everything that took place between us and took several incriminating pictures. He was sued to court after he was sacked and was nearly sent to jail if not for the help of a very expensive lawyer who drained him financially. As a result, his career was ruined and he found it difficult to start all over again. He has been blackmailing me for more than fifteen years." She stated tiredly.
"I see. Does he know he is Aliyah's father?" He asked quietly.
"No, he doesn't. I didn't even know I was pregnant until I was in my second trimester. I did my calculation and knew the baby wasn't yours. You never noticed or suspected either and I just kept it to myself. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" Her voice was hoarse with tears as she stared at him. He sighed.
"I don't know. I am not even sure our marriage will remain the same. What should we do with Aliyah?" He gave her a steady look.
"The ball is in your court. I know you love her very much and she would be heart-broken if you chose to tell her." She shrugged weakly as she used the pack of her palm to wipe the tears and mucus running down her face.
"Go to bed, Ifeoma. We will discuss this another time." He sat back, suddenly very tired. She buried her face on the desk and sobbed as if her heart would break.
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|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by bummybummy(f): 12:52pm On Jul 13|
dat wat normally happens to the carrier woman, dat dey put their job ova dia family, Salmon, plzzzz just help ur wife out her predicament.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Precious111(f): 7:41pm On Jul 13|
Welldone Miss/Mrs Bolape I gladly await the next update PLS mention me
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Deji124(m): 11:11pm On Jul 13|
Wehdone ma and tanks for updating but try to be more consistent in updating these story,
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 11:23am On Jul 14|
Yes, it does happen. We should try and balance our family life and career life. It is not easy but when career life ends, the family would still be there. Thank you for reading.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 11:25am On Jul 14|
Thank you for reading. It is a Miss by the way. I update once in a week because of my regular workload in the office.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 11:26am On Jul 14|
Thank you for reading. I will be more consistent with it.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by bummybummy(f): 4:46pm On Jul 14|
BOLAPE:uwc and we need another update plz
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by mayor4love(f): 8:50am On Jul 17|
I love what I'm reading. More grace!
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 10:00am On Jul 17|
Thank you for reading. I will post the next update this week.Please be on standby.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Blezzzed(m): 1:38pm On Jul 17|
Nice story but your slow update is killing the vibe, I hope you adjust...
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 3:54pm On Jul 19|
TWIST OF FATE : #11
Naomi paused outside Joseph's room, her hand on the doorknob and stood very still. Loneliness weighed down her heart and she pushed the door open. Her son had always been neat, even as a boy but she picked up a dry rag and started dusting everywhere. He had been spending more time at Andrew's place and rarely come home these days. She knew in her heart that he would get married one day and moved away from her. That day was getting closer and she wondered how she was going to fill the void. Where did I go wrong, oh God? I lost my family all in the name of love. Am I going to spend the rest of my life without a companion? She thought forlornly. She sat down on his bed and stared into space.
"Mum, what is wrong? Why are you looking miserable?" Joseph asked worriedly as he hurried into his room. She jerked around like someone who had been in a slumber and gave him an uncertain smile.
"Where did you spring from? I thought you will be spending the weekend at Andrew's place." She smoothed her hand over the bedspread in a nervous movement.
"Yes, I intended to spend the weekend at his place. Bella invited us to a birthday party but I changed my mind about attending. Two is a company, three is a crowd. I need to give them space to spend time together." He smiled as he sat beside his mother.
"Is Bella and Andrew dating each other now?" She asked curiously.
"They are attracted to each other but Andrew doesn't want to over-step his boundary. At the same time, he wanted to be sure he wasn't on a rebound. Caroline really hurt him and she is still begging to come back." He stated with a frown.
"Caroline has a wide streak in her she hides so well. They were not meant to be together. Andrew is a good boy. I don't think salmon would mind seeing both of them as an item, provided he has a good plan for Bella. Who are you dating, Joseph?" She asked quietly.
"Don't turn this around, Mum. I know I have not been around lately to keep your company. I apologize for that." He stated solemnly.
"Don't be silly, Boy. You owe me no apology. If you hang around here, trying to keep me company, then I will have to take you to the psychiatric home." She chided mildly. He laughed heartily.
"Thank you for letting me off the hook. Why are you looking so sad when I came in? Is it your business?" He asked in concern. She sighed. If there was something her son inherited from her, it was his persistent.
"My business is doing fine. I just returned from a business trip to Dubai. It was fun and challenging. I love every moment of it. I also employed a new sales girl before I left so I will have someone stayed and manned my shop when I am away. Her name is Jessica." His mother rambled on without stopping. He frowned in concern.
"Mum, what is wrong?" He took her slim hands in his and rubbed it gently. She stopped talking abruptly, covered her face with her palm and burst into tears. He put his arm around her shoulder and allowed her to sob quietly, even as different thoughts raced through his mind.
"I miss him so much." Her next words made his blood ran cold. He frowned.
"Who is he?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"Olayemi Coker, your father. I call him Ola mi." She gave him a quiet look through red-rimmed eyes. His breath shuddered out in relieve. Her grin flashed, full of mischief. She prodded his rib with her elbow teasingly. "You are a jealous oaf." She smiled at him.
"Thank God. I am glad it is not Mr. Salmon. He looks like someone that loves the women and the women love him." He shrugged.
"Salmon is a natural flirt but he is a good man. We are friends during my university days before I dropped out but he keeps trying to cross the line. When I fell in love with Yemi, he felt betrayed and stopped talking to me. The heart knows its owner." Her voice ended in a murmur. He nodded in agreement as Rebecca's face flitted through his mind.
"You have never discussed my father, at least not in my presence. What is he like?" He asked curiously as he turned to face her.
"I remember him every day. You are his exact spitting image. I look at your face and my heart ache. Time has not erased the memories between us but I have learned to live with it. I hope he is happy and contented wherever he is." She smiled sadly.
"It is obvious you are still in love with him. Why are you no longer together? What went wrong between the two of you?' He asked curiously, the question that had been burning in his mind for a long time.
"I am an Edo girl and I come from a middle-class family. My mother is a primary school teacher and Father is a lecturer in a college of Education. They are disciplinarians and staunch Christians. I am the first child and I was supposed to set good examples for my two younger siblings." She smiled faintly.
"Where is your family?" He asked curiously.
"I am sure they are doing very well. I was disowned when I marry your father against my father's wish." She paused as she got to her feet. "Olayemi is a full blooded Yoruba man and religion is not their strong point in their family. His mother is an oil tycoon while his father has groups of companies across the country. They are wealthy and influential." She smiled grimly.
"I see." He frowned as he began to have an idea of what took place between his parent.
"He represents everything my father secretly envied, feared and detest with all his being. He forbade me to stop seeing him immediately he knew who Olayemi is. It was the same at his family home but I couldn't complain to anyone. He proposed to me within three months that we met and I accepted. Hell was let loose within the two families but it didn't stop us from getting married. We gathered few friends and went to the registry to sort ourselves out." A giggle escaped her and she grinned at him.
"That means you are still married to him legally, right?' He asked in an incredulous voice.
"Yes, I am still married to him legally. I gave birth to you in his family house." Her lips trembled but she firmed it.
"Did his family maltreat you when you were there?" He asked in a cold voice.
"Maltreat is an understatement, they treated me like a piece of poo. I got pregnant the first time we had sex. Initially, we lived in an apartment out of town but his admission came through. He had applied for his MBA at Harvard school of business shortly before we met. He wanted to forego it because he didn't want to leave me on my own but I rejected the idea. He now gave me the condition that the only reason he will go was if I moved into his family house. He didn't know the extent of his family's hatred and hostility towards me. I agreed. He left the country reluctantly and I was left to survive in the den of shark. It was hell." She took a deep breath and faced her son. He was silent as he stared at her.
"It was a difficult pregnancy but his family made it worse. He has a younger sister, Aderonke. She was a she-devil, her mother's daughter through and through. There were no mobile phones back then but he called me immediately he got there and gave me a number where I could reach him. We talked virtually every day and hearing his voice made living in his house much easier. Shortly before I was due to put to bed, the number stopped going through and I couldn't reach him. All efforts to reach him proved abortive. He didn't come back and he never witnesses the birth of his son" Her voice went hoarse with tears and she coughed to clear it.
"What happened? Don't you think something is not right here? From the little you told me now, I don't think he is the kind of guy that will abandon his pregnant wife without any apparent cause." He stated in a puzzled voice.
"I don't know what happened. I received a letter about three months after you were born. It was from him. In summary, the content of the letter was that I should move on and that he is no longer interested in our marriage. Ronke delivered the letter to me with great relish. They wasted no time in driving me out of their home. Going home is not an option, there is no money to go back to school and surviving become my topmost priority." Tears rolled down her face silently.
He stood up and engulfed his mother in a warm tight hug. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and his t-shirt become soaked with her tears.
"It was a relief to get that off my chest." She stepped back and gave him a watery smile.
"Go and dress up, mum. I will take you to that new eatery in town, The Niche." He gave her a gentle push towards the doorway.
"Thank you." She sniffed and walked out of the room.
Olayemi Coker sat in a moody silence in the corner of the new restaurant, nursing a can of unsweetened yogurt. He just got into town a week ago and he was already feeling restless. The last conversation he had with his mother played in his head all over again. It made him sad and angry.
"Olayemi, what's happening? Pat complained that you have not been having time for the family." Afolake Coker frowned at her son. She was a short plump woman in her seventies but didn't look a day above fifty. She took care of her health and skin with a determination of a young man that was about to sit for Cambridge exams. She had the financial ability to take care of all her whims and never spare any expenses as long as it got her what she wanted. The evidence of her beautiful, radiant and youthful skin could be seen in several tubes and bottles that littered her bathroom and cosmetic table. She was sitting in her favorite armchair in her private sitting room, clad in a thick house robe with a towel wrapped around her head. Her right feet was placed on a stool where her personal nail technician was working on her feet.
"What am I supposed to do? Sit home and play scrabbles with them? I work my butt off to provide for all their needs and you are here, criticizing me for not being there. I think it is time you stop interfering in my life. I am sick and tired of it." He glared coldly at her. Her call was the first he received as he woke up from bed in the morning and he had promised to see her before the close of the day.
"I will keep interfering as long as you are not doing the right thing. The girl that Kayode impregnated has put to bed. I have carried out my investigation. She is from a good home. I think we should try and see her family to request for her hand in marriage. I am sure it will keep him in check and make him more responsible." She stated breezily, undaunted by her son's angry look.
"Marriage doesn't make anyone responsible, mother. You never ceased to amaze me. Kayode is the most irresponsible young man I have ever come across. He impregnated a girl and all you can think of is the family the young slut comes from. Why are you so vain and shallow? Do you care about anything except your prestigious class?" He asked bitterly, glaring at his mother.
"Don't take that tone with me, son. The deed has been done. We have to make the best of it. He is the heir and we can't afford to allow him to settle for trash." She flicked a well-manicured, beautifully painted finger at him.
"He is not my heir. I will rather give out my wealth to the orphanage, rather than hand it over to him. See you later, mother." He turned on his heels.
"Hold on, Yemi. We will get in touch with the family and give you a feedback. By the way, Titilola would be flying out for her MBA soon. Please let's get the ceremony out of the way so she can attend. I love you, dear." She flashed pearly white teeth at her son. He groaned with resignation. Titilola was Kayode's younger sister. She was everything that Kayode was not, serious, responsible and focused. She was twenty-three years old and he had never seen her romantically involved with any man. It bothered him a bit.
"Who is she dating by the way? Any business tycoon in her life yet?" His voice dripped with sarcasm since his mother seemed to know more about his immediate family than he does.
"I don't think so. That girl is too serious for her own good. I will have to look for a suitable suitor and match-make them." She frowned at him. The sarcasm was lost on her.
"Just like you match-make her mother and I, right? Stay out of her business. She is a beautiful young girl and she's old enough to select her man." His eyes narrowed at his mother in warning.
"Go away and drink beer with your fellow men. What do you know?" She waved him away like a pestering fly. He just realized what made his mother a successful businesswoman. She never took No for an answer. When she wanted something, she rolled over whatever obstacle was on the way without looking at the casualties she left behind. He walked out without another word.
Her laughter cut through the angry thoughts in Olayemi’s head and he thought he was hallucinating. He looked towards the entrance with a frown and his heart seemed to come to a standstill.
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|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Sensitivity1254: 4:43pm On Jul 19|
Wow. So Salmon don't know that the guy that got "his" daughter pregnant is the son of his rival?
This is getting interesting.
I have a feeling that all will be revealed in this restraunt.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Precious111(f): 9:53pm On Jul 19|
Thanks for the update Miss
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 9:32am On Jul 20|
Thanks for reading,guys.
More revelations coming along...keep your fingers crossed!
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by abefe99: 11:04am On Jul 20|
this is getting more interesting please more update biko it been long faar
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by crislyn(f): 7:14pm On Jul 20|
wehdone Bolape...very nice and interesting story.
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 9:29am On Jul 21|
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Lordshola: 11:49am On Jul 22|
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by Ralupresh(f): 10:10pm On Jul 22|
wow...this story is different shades of amazing..
|Re: TWIST OF FATE By Olanrewaju Mobolaji by BOLAPE(f): 3:48pm On Jul 26|
TWIST OF FATE: #12
She came through the door with her arms around a young man's waist but he had eyes only for her. He drank in her sight like a man who had his last drink several days ago. She was clad in light blue kaftan that swept the floor with a thin veil wrapped around her neck. Her thick black hair, tinged lightly with gray was styled in bangs around her narrow face and it lifted slightly from the pressure of the air blowing from the Air condition mounted in a corner of the room. She is truly alive, his heart sang as he got shakenly to his feet and approached them.
"Mum, what will you like to take?" Joseph asked as he pulled out a seat for her and she slides in.
"This place is freezing. Chai!" She rubbed her hands together.
"You can't live in the Arctic, mum. I will tell them to reduce it. It is because we are still few in here. That is why you are feeling the cold so much." He grinned at her as he sat down and signaled to a waiter.
"You know I am a market woman. I am used to the sun and the heat. I will get used to the cold with time." She teased lightly.
"You are welcome sir, ma'am." The young man presented the menu to them with a deep curtsey and stood back discreetly.
"Excuse me?" A familiar male voice stated hesitantly at her elbow. Her hand trembled as she frowned and looked up.
"No, I can't believe my eye." Naomi whispered inaudibly as she got shakenly to her feet.
"Who is he, mum?" Joseph eyed the stranger as he stood up too and moved to his mother's side protectively.
"I am alive. I thought you are dead. Mother and Ronke told me you died during childbirth. I called the family doctor for confirmation and he confirmed it. Ronke later said you are not dead during her last few minutes on earth but I didn't believe her. I went through hell. My mind shut down for months afterward and I ended up in the home." He touched her cheek as if he was expecting her to disappear.
"No wonder, your number wasn't going through. It was a difficult labor but my baby and I survived. We are living." She smiled, even as tears filled her eyes and spilled over.
"Ife mi, come here." He pulled her into his arms and they were locked together in a tight hug for several minutes.
Joseph was grinning when he turned to the waiter and placed an order for them. There was no point hanging around in the eatery as they have created enough scene as it was.
"Each time I look at your face, it is like staring at my own face. Who are you?" Olayemi asked curiously immediately they walked into their home. He left his car at the Restaurant's parking space and followed Naomi home. They both sat at the back while Joseph drove. They didn't say a word throughout the drive home but their silence spoke volume.
"He is your son, Ola mi. His name is Joseph Olamiposi Coker." Naomi stated quietly.
"He is so grown. Come here, son." He closed the distance between them and engulfed Joseph in a warm, tight hug.
"It's my pleasure to meet you, Dad." Joseph grinned at him and stepped back.
"The pleasure is all mine, Son." Olayemi flashed an identical grin, even as he felt the anger rising in him.
"Mum, I will be going back to Andrew's place to spend the night. I am sure you guys have a lot to discuss. Here is my car key in case you need to move around." Joseph handed over his car key to him.
"Here's mine. Go and pick it up at the Niche's packing space and take it wherever you are going." Olayemi gave him the key to his black Porsche along with a wad of cash to take a bike. Silence reign after he left and Naomi continued staring at his face as if she wanted to memorize it in her head.
"I can kill Ronke with my bare hands if she is not dead already." Olayemi hit his hand on the wall in a dark rage.
"What happened to her?" Naomi sat down abruptly.
"She had complications during childbirth. She is being dead for more than 10 years and her son is staying with mother. Her husband remarried." He sat down beside her and released a weary sigh.
"I am sorry about her death. May her soul rest in peace." She took his hand in his hers and squeezed reassuringly.
"You still find it in your heart to pray for her? Damn it! She and mother ruined my life." He got to his feet and prowled around like a caged animal. She went into her room and came back with a fading paper which she gave to him. He read it in silence.
"Naomi, this is not my handwriting. It is similar but it is not mine. Why will I send you a letter when I can call you? I ended up in the hospital for several months after they delivered the horrible news to me because I couldn't comprehend your death." He sat down beside her again.
"Lovesick fools. Like father like son." She mumbled under her breath.
"What do you mean?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"Don't worry about it. I will humor you one day. I asked myself why you will take the coward way of sending a letter, instead of calling but there is no one to give me answers. After I left your home, surviving with my boy become my sole priority." She shrugged, her eyes were focused on the screen.
"That means you didn't go back home? Why, Ife mi?" He frowned at her.
"I did. Papa threatened to kill me if I ever step my feet on his doorstep again with my bastard. Mama was in support, as usual, being the obedient wife always. I left and never go back." She smiled grimly.
"Please forgive me. I can't undo the past but I promise I will never abandon you again. Hell, I have missed my son's growing years." He pressed his fingers to his eyes as he knelt in front of her.
"No. Please stand up." She wrapped her arms around his middle and he drew her into his embrace.
"I have never stopped loving you. I miss you so much." He buried his face in her neck.
"I miss you too, Ola mi." She whispered in a voice, hoarse with tears.
"Let's eat while we catch up on each other's lives." He tucked her beneath his arm as he sat on the sofa and reached for the nylon of take-out brought in by Joseph.
"I will get some plates." She began to stand up but he pulled her back.
"Where is your sense of adventure, Ife mi?" He looked pained and she giggled as she dipped her fingers into the salty fries.
Patricia was coming out of the bathroom when her phone rang. It was blinking in the middle of the bed and she leaned closer to see the caller ID. It was Salmon. She picked up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hello, Pat. I hope I didn't catch you at an awkward time?" His husky voice asked over the phone.
"No. I just got home a few moment ago. How have you been?" She asked quietly.
"I could be better. Do you care to meet for a drink this evening or tomorrow afternoon? You can choose any time that is convenient for you." He stated with quiet confidence.
The memory of the last time they were together years ago suffused her mind. Adrenaline coursed through her and her heart raced in fear and excitement. She glanced at the wall clock. It was 5 pm in the evening.
"Where do you want to meet?" She asked quietly before she changed her mind.
"I will see you in an hour's time at Sultan Garden. I can't wait to see your pretty face again.'" She heard the smile in his face.
‘I will be there." She grinned and put a stop to the call.
"Patricia, I am sure it must be an important issue for you to interrupt my afternoon nap because you know I don't joke with it." Afolake swept into her private sitting room as she tied the sash of her violet blue house robe. She was frowning.
It was Saturday afternoon. Even though it was hot and sunny outside, Patricia was almost shivering as she got to her seat. Cold air blasted her from all corner of the room from invisible Air conditioning system.
"I am sorry for disturbing your rest. Olayemi has not been spending the night at home since he came back into the country. I assumed he has been very busy and didn't want to disturb him. He came home this morning and told me he wants a divorce from me." She stated solemnly. The memory of her dinner date with Salmon kept drifting into her mind and she struggled to keep a straight face in front of her mother in law.
"What? Are you sure of what you are saying? What was his ground for divorce?" She asked angrily.
"He claimed he is already legally married to one woman and that being married to two women at the same time is against the law. Though he promised to compensate me well." Patricia struggled to maintain a sober look.
"That is ridiculous." She stated with a frown as she lowered herself into a seat.
"I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to tell the children? I wanted to discuss Kayode's engagement with him but he is not ready to listen." Patricia sighed heavily.
"Leave him to me. I will handle him." She stated with a reassuring smile.
"There is nothing to handle, mother." Olayemi strolled into the room, closely followed by Joseph. Both were dressed in similar attires, blue jeans, and Ralph Lauren t-shirt.
"Oluwa mi ooo." Afolake whispered as she got shakenly to her feet.
"Good afternoon, Grandma." Joseph prostrated fully in front of the elderly woman.
"Son, stand up." She reached for his face and held it in her palms. "What kind of resemblance is this?" She wondered aloud as she traced her fingers all over his face.
Patricia's legs trembled and she paled visibly as she stared at the young man.
"He's Naomi's son." Olayemi stated simply as he sat down.
"Ah! Mo gbe! Wahala ti de ooo." Afolake seemed to age visibly as she sat down slowly beside her son.
Joseph sat on the other side of his father and tried not to gape around in pure awe at the evidence of wealth around him.
"Mother, what is going on around here? So Yemi has a son outside wedlock and you never tell me." Patricia shot accusing eyes at her mother in law, though she was worried because she had never seen her look so pale and shaken before.
"My dear, please excuse me for now. I will call you and explain everything to you in good time." She stated firmly.
"Mother, I don't understand what's going on here. You know Kayode is the rightful heir. I didn't bargain for all these nasty surprises." Patricia stated stubbornly.
"Woman, leave my presence now. I will call you when I need you." She glared at her. Patricia stormed out in anger.
"How is your mother? What is your name again?" Afolake asked as she turned to face Joseph. It gave Olayemi a dark satisfaction to see his mother looked suddenly old, pale and tired.
"My name is Joseph Olamiposi Coker. My mother is doing very well. Thank you. She extends her regards." Joseph smiled at the elderly woman.
"I don't believe that. We made her life a living hell while she was here. Karma paid me well for that. I lost my only daughter during childbirth labor." She stated calmly but Joseph heard the grief and misery in her voice.
"Grandma, don't beat yourself up over it. It's destiny. It's in the past. Everything in life happened for a reason. May her soul rest in peace." He stated solemnly.
"You are such an intelligent young man. I am impressed. I need to commend your mother for doing such a great job of bringing you up." Her eyes shone with unshed tears.
"Thank you, ma.' He bowed slightly.
"Are you married or engaged? You are such a fine looking man. I am sure you will have lots of beautiful young ladies fawning over you.' She stated with undisguised curiosity.
"Mother, please don't start with him on relationship issues." Olayemi groaned in exasperation. Joseph laughed heartily, even as Rebecca's face floated into his mind and his heart aches at the memory.
"None of the above. I prefer older women. They are more matured. I don't have the patience and time for all the dramas that young women exhibit. Do you have anyone in mind that suit my taste?" He flashed her a devilish grin.
"You are such a rogue." She tried without success to disguise a grin but Olayemi suspected she was amused.
"On a serious note, Grandma, I carried out my findings on you. No wonder you earned the nickname "The dragon" in the business world. I am impressed with your achievements. You are such a strong and smart business woman. I hope to emulate your footsteps one day." He stated with undisguised admiration. Afolake blushed. Her son practically gaped at his mother.
"Thank you, dear. It's such a pity your Grandpa is no longer alive. He would have been so proud of you. I have merged our businesses. Olayemi and I have been doing a great job of holding the fort but it is the right time to add the next generation with their fresher ideas. You deserve a seat in the next board of directors meeting. What do you say, Yemi?" She turned to her son with a smile. This was much easier than he had anticipated. Olayemi struggled to hide a smile.
"Yes, he does. I am sure he will earn the position." Olayemi nodded thoughtfully.
"Grandma, please give me one month to do a proper hand-over at my place of work. My employer has been very good to me and I don't want to let him down. Secondly, I will like to start as a junior executive. It will give me time to learn the rope and the experience needed to carry out my responsibilities in the near future. It will also reduce the animosity towards me as it will give me the time to build a relationship with the staffs and win their loyalty. What do you think, Dad? Grandma?" He sat forward as he asked, looking from one to the other.
Afolake sat back in her seat and gave him a thoughtful look. Olayemi' s heart beat fast with anxiety.
"I need to see your mother. She deserves my appreciation and gratitude. You will do alright. Take your time." She stated solemnly.
"Thank you mother." Olayemi smiled.
Joseph stood up and engulfed the elderly woman in a warm hug. She hesitated briefly before hugging him back.
"Thank you for the opportunity. I promise not to soil the family name and not to let you down. I believe you and Dad still have lots of things to discuss. I will see you later." He placed a kiss on her forehead and on both cheeks before walking out. Afolake was smiling as she watched him leave.
How will Patricia and her children take this new development in the Coker family? What is going between Salmon and Patricia?
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