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Glitz and Glamours is a story of six Nigeria celebrities: A sadist blogger, a model in dilemma, a singer trying to redeem himself, a TV personality facing domestic violence, a gay actor and an actress who will do anything to be at the top. Here is the first episode.

Episode One


1997
Mrs Faith stood by the door smiling as her ten-year-old son, James plays the instrument. God is truly wonderful, he had given her the fruit of the womb at the time she needed it most. Five years of marriage without a single miscarriage was hell for her. There was pressure from her husband’s relatives, especially her mother-in-law who hates her right from day one. James came at the right time and God has blessed with a melodious voice that could melt even a rock when he sings. He had joined the children’s choir group at the church where his father served as a pastor. He had become a sensation and was loved by everyone.
The door swung open and Mr Gabriel walked in with a briefcase on his right hand. He frowned immediately he perceived the smell of burning food. He dropped the briefcase on the sofa and stomped to the kitchen to check on his wife, she wasn’t there; he became furious. He turned in the direction of the room and heard the sound of the guitar and James’s voice coming from his room. He made a turned towards James’s room angrily.
She turned sharply when she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped when she saw her husband approaching. She remembered the food on fire, she stood frozen, the food was burning. She knew hell will be unleashed that evening.
“I am sorry sir,” she said joining her hands together in a plea.
“What sort of woman are you Faith?” He asked yelling. James stopped singing immediately he heard his father’s voice. “You’re too careless for my liking,” he said and hissed loudly.
“I said I am sorry already, it was a mistake,” she said with pain in her voice.
“Will sorry solve the problem? You have burnt all the food in the house.”
“I was listening to James sing,” she said, trying to prove a point.
“And you totally forgot you put something on fire? What if the house has caught fire? What will you do?” He shouted.
“I am sorry I made a mistake, that won’t happen again I promise you,” she said, tears blurring her sight.
“It won’t because I am getting rid of those stupid instruments you waste your hard earned money to buy. You won’t let the boy concentrate in his studies, I have had enough already,” he said, pushing her away and walked into James’s room.
“You can’t do that Gabriel,” she said following him inside. “Let the boy explore his God-given talent.”
He didn’t say a word in reply, he collected the guitar from James and hit it hard on the wall, it shattered into shreds immediately. Mrs Faith gasped with bulging eyes. He made for the keyboard beside the bed and she quickly ran and blocked him. He eyed her before pushing her away; she fell on the floor with a thud and grunt. James stood from the chair he was and walked to the door, there was sadness written all over his face. Mr Gabriel took the keyboard and threw it on the floor. She jerked up angrily and charged towards him. She jumped on his back and grabbed his ear with her teeth, biting it hard. He let out a painful moan as he struggles to get her off his back. She spat out blood and his mutilated ear on the floor as he flung her away to the floor. He put his hand over the wound as blood oozed out, growing. She stood in the centre of the room panting. He stared at her for a while then roared towards her like a mad dog; he knocked her down. He sat atop her and began raining down blows on her face. Within seconds, he had disfigured her face and painted it with blood. James stood confused, looking at his parent fighting. He had witnessed the fight on several occasions but it was never brutal as this. He ran to the kitchen and took a knife from the drainer then returned to the room. His father was still pounding on his mother. His eyes met his mother’s and she shook her head when she saw the knife in his hand. He strode towards them and stood inches away, raised the knife and stabbed his father in the neck. His father turned around angrily, holding his neck. Like a strike of lightning, he slashed his father across the face. He continued splashing his father until he fell on the floor numb. He plodded to where he was and stabbed him with all might in the heart.
“What have you done James?” His mother managed to say as she sat up. Her eyes were swollen; her nose and mouth were oozing blood. “Come here,” she said softly, gesturing to him.
He walked like a zombie to her and stood beside her, eyes on the floor. His mother drew him closer to her and hugged him tightly. Hot tears dripped down his cheeks as his mother burst into a heart-piercing cry. Her tears, mixed with blood dropped on his shoulder. He turned and glanced to at his father’s body lying on the floor.
“I am sorry mummy,” he said regretfully.
She released him from her embrace and wiped the tears from his eyes with her index finger. “I want you to go away, far away from here. Don’t ever come back,” she said faking a smile then sniffled.
“I won’t go, I can’t go away without you,” he said with a teary voice.
“Go!” She shouted, shaking him.
He nodded as she pushed him away towards the door. He moved back towards the door and saw the brown baby-sized teddy bear on the floor. He dashed out of the house into the street, clenching tightly to the teddy bear, weeping. His eyes were covered with tears that he didn’t notice he had reached the roadside. The screeching of wheels and smell of burning tires filled the air. The car hit him, despite the attempt by the driver to prevent that from happening. He landed on the ground beside a tree unconscious with the teddy bear still clenched to his hands. The driver, an elderly man came out of the car, rushed and carried him into the car then drove away.

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Episode Two

Rita Jones, popularly known as Ritz is a young and talented model. She is one of the highest and most sorts after model currently in the country. She is tall, pretty with a flawless honey-wheat skin. Like any normal day which is filled with photo shoots and various adverts, the camera and flashlight were concentrated on her as she strike different poses; it was a shoot for a clothing company. Thirty minutes later, she was done. She went to the changing room and wore her cloth, a black straight skirt and crop top. She dialed her boyfriend’s number but it was switched off. She returned the phone into the black channel handbag, flipped the blonde color weave on backward and strode outside to where her car was parked. She reversed out of the parking lot and zoomed off.
She made a stop at a restaurant and had a launch of salad and wine. She drove around town for awhile then decides to pay her boyfriend a surprise visit. Ritz and Paul have been on and off for almost five years and she is the one that foot the bills. She parked outside the golden colored gate and horned. The gateman peeped through the peephole then went to open the gate. She drove in and parked under the carport. She walked in the direction of the house without responding to the gateman’s greeting.
She was greeting first by loud moaning then the pornographic movie playing on the forty inches plasma television hanged on the wall. She stomped angrily to the center table, took the remote and turned the television off. She heard moans coming from the bedroom and her heart skipped a beat. Not again! She removed the high heeled shoe and hurried towards the bedroom. She pushed the door open with all might and met the awful sight; Paul was giving the lady head. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. The lady who was facing her saw her and quickly sat up, interrupting Paul. He raised his head and looked at the lady then followed her eyes to the door. He stood up immediately and looked around for anything to cover his privacy. He saw his brief on the floor; he took it and quickly wore it. Ritz inhaled deeply then stepped into the room. She took the lady’s clothe from the floor and threw it at her. The lady grabbed them and dashed out of the room. She turned to Paul and stared at him sternly.
‘I can explain this baby,’ he said moving towards her.
‘Don’t you dare come close to me!’ she shouted, pointing a finger at him angrily.
‘It was the devil’s handiwork I swear.’
‘The devil?’ she giggled. “You’re worst than the devil Paul. You know what, it is over between us and this time it is for good,’ she said and walked out of the room.
‘Please don’t do that to me Ritz. I cannot live without you baby,’ he pleaded, holding her by the shoulder. She shrugged off his hands and hissed.
‘You can’t live without me or my money?’
‘You baby, I am not after your money baby.’
‘You can’t live without me yet you Bleep around. How many times have you said that Paul? I am busy working my ass of and all you do is fucking all those cheap sluts in the house I rented for you,’ she spat. ‘You’re a disgrace to the men folk.’
He became angry. ‘Look here lady, you can say anything you want but don’t you dare insult me. How much do you give me in a month for upkeeps, four hundred thousand naira only? There are women out there who give their men two million monthly.’
She looked at him the scoffed. ‘Are you not ashamed of yourself? You call four hundred only? You’re a big fool, how much do you earn in a month?’
‘You’re the bigger fool Ritz. I am the only man that can be with a cheap LovePeddler like you. You’re a LovePeddler Ritz, or you think I don’t know you Bleep around for deals?’
‘Your mother is the who…’ A slap interrupted her from completing her sentence.
‘How dare you call my mother a LovePeddler?’ He shouted at her fuming.
Ritz stood staring at him hand on the cheek confused. She raised her hand unexpectedly and revenged the slap. His eyes bulged in surprise. He dashed in her direction; she saw him coming and ran into the kitchen. She tried shutting the door but he over powered her. He pushed the door open, grabbed her shoulder and threw her away towards the island. She hit her head on the island and stood up almost immediately, looking around for any weapon. She saw a fork in the sink and took it. He roared towards her and she shields her face, pointing the fork at him. The fork pierced his throat, he growled painfully, removing the fork from his neck. Blood splashed around the kitchen as he collapsed on the floor. She looked down at him in horror as she struggles to breath. She removed the scarf underneath her hair and tied it around the wound. He began jerking and she stood up frightfully. She ran out of the kitchen covered in blood to call the gateman.
‘Em don die nah,’ the gateman said standing up after examining him for any pulse.
‘I am doomed,’ she put her hands on her head. Tears stream down her cheeks. ‘What do we do now oga gateman?’
‘We ke? Wetin concern me for your mata? As you see me so, I don leave this work, I no do again. I no want wahala,’ he said and ran out of the house.
She shuffled to where Paul’s lifeless body was and scooted beside it, inside the pool of blood. She put her head on his chest weeping. She heard footsteps outside the house and raised her head, looking at the door. The door opened and four policemen came in followed by the gateman. She stood up and stretched her hand forward without been told anything. One of the policemen brought out a cuff from his waist and cuffed her hands. An ambulance came in later and Paul’s body was taken away. She put her head on her knees as she cries while being moved to the station.

So touchy!!! This story sure gat many vibes in it Long for another mind-Shattering update...mention me wen it ready

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Episode Three




Rhoda finished interviewing the guest and walked out of the studio to her office. She sat on the lounge in her office and brought out her from her handbag. She swiped it open, thirty missed calls. Her heart skipped. She tapped on the call log and saw that the calls were from her husband. She hurriedly stood up and picked her bag. She glanced at the table clock; few minutes to ten p.m. she walked out of the office almost running to the car park. She opened the backseat and threw the handbag, entered the car and drove off. It was Friday, one of the busiest days in Lagos. She nervously taps on the horn as she waits for the traffic to move. She occasionally glanced at the black wristwatch on her right hand. The traffic began moving and she made a turn into a street. It is a long road but in the situation, she is now, it is the best thing to do. Waiting for the traffic to reduce is like waiting for the second coming of Jesus. She arrived at the estate about an hour later. She stopped outside the gate and horned. The gate opened and she drove in. the light in the sitting room was still on. He must still be awake, she thought to herself. She came out of the house, took her back and rushed inside. She locked the door and turned to see her husband, leaning on the stairs. He glimpsed at the wall clock wall clock then returned his eyes to her. She dropped her handbag on the sofa and removed the heels then shuffled to where he stood.
‘I am sorry sweetheart, I got caught up in the traffic,’ she said putting her hands on his shoulder then kissed him.
He didn’t say a word in reply. He eyed her then shook her hands off his shoulder. He hissed and shook his head in disgust. She opened her mouth to speak but he walked away into the kitchen. He came out a moment later with a bottle of water and climbed up the stairs without giving her a second look. She sighed then followed up. He was already lying on the bed, facing the wall when she entered the room. She removed her clothe and entered the bathroom, had a cold shower then changed into a red lingerie. She went downstairs and microwave the chicken stew then boiled yam. She sat on the dining table and gulped down the food, washed the dishes and went to the room. She lay on the bed and turned off the side lamp, drew the duvet to her hip level and shut her eyes. Minutes later, she felt hands all over her. She opened her eyes and sat up then turned on the lamp. He held her waist and drew her closer. She held his hand and flung it away.
‘Please sweetheart, not tonight. I am so tired and not in the mood.’
‘Like seriously? When was the last time we made love Rhoda? You’re tired, is that my fault? You keep flaunting your cleavage on television but you deny me my right. That’s not fair Rhoda.’
‘Okay, we will have sex but not today please,’ she said and lie back on the bed.
‘Are you crazy Rhoda? I am talking to you and you ignored me!’ He shouted, slapping her on the lap.
‘What’s the meaning of this nonsense?’ she said jerking up. ‘I am not ready to have sex with you tonight and that’s all. Is it by force?’ she hissed and lied back on the bed.
He removed the duvet violently and turned her around. ‘We are having sex tonight and that’s final,’ he said removing his short.
He yanked off the lingerie from her body and climbed on top of her. She slapped him on both cheeks then pushed him away. He stood up angrily, climbed the bed and slapped her hard. She punched him in the crotch and he responded by raining blows on her face. He stopped after awhile, hissed and left the room. She sat on the bed and coiled herself, crying.
She woke up the next morning and shuffled out of the room. Her face felt heavy. She went downstairs and checked herself out in the mirror. Her face was swollen and there was a cut on her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks; she quickly wiped them with the back of her palm. She heard his footsteps and quickly went into one of the bathrooms; she got a glimpse of him as she locked the door. She went into the tube and sat in it, putting her arms around her legs. She buried her face in her knees and began sobbing. She heard his footstep stop just outside the door and stopped sobbing. He knocked for awhile then gave up when she didn’t respond. He went upstairs then came down before leaving the house. She cried for almost an hour then came out and fixed herself a breakfast of tea and bread. She came into the sitting room and sat on the sofa. She brought out her phone from the bag and dialled her producer’s number.
‘Good morning sir,’ she said hushed when the call was answered.
‘Morning Rhoda, hope you’re doing good? You’re not in office yet,’ a husky voice said.
‘I am having a running stomach sir; I won’t be coming to the office today.’
‘I am sorry, have you seen a doctor yet?’ the voice asked.
‘Yes sir,’ she replied and coughed.
‘Okay, take your time to recover. I will have Jamila replace you.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said and ended the call. She dropped the phone on the sofa and went into the bathroom.

That Husband of yours is cruel oooo
He should have rape you now!!! Foolish woman! you wan deny Im his right,You think na for show he carry yhu put for house

Lesson No3,never never u refuse ur husband sex,no matter what...nice work man

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Episode Foure

Jeffery came down from the car and looked around. He had just returned from London just a few days ago where he had finished shooting one of the highest budgeted movies of the year. His account was full and it needs to be shaken. He smiled, adjusted the glass on his eyes and bounced into the club. He brought out a bunch of one thousand naira notes and gave to the bouncers at the entrance. He went into the VIP section and sat down in a red leather lounge. He gestured to a waiter and ordered a bottle of Moet nectar rose. The waiter came back seconds later with his order in a small silver bucket filled with ice and a glass cup. He opened the bottle and poured the drink into the cup. He took the bottle and went to the section where the strippers were and poured the rest on the floor. He brought out a bunch of one dollar notes and began spraying the strippers. There was an uproar in the VIP section as people hail him. He danced for a while then returned back to his seat. Two strippers followed him and began touching him at sensitive places. He drew one of the closers and grabbed her lips in a passionate kiss. He let go of the lips just as the second stripper put his head in between her bosom. He shook his head laughing. She bit her lower lips and sat on his laps then moaned loudly. He dipped his hands in their thongs and slides them down to their clitorises. They moaned loudly, grabbing their bosom and licked their lips. One of the strippers pressed hard on his crotch. He giggled and moaned, closing his eyes. He clawed to the seat.
‘You can do better than that babe,’ he said giggling.
One the strippers went on her knees opened his zipper and brought out his manhood. An electric sensation ran through his body as she took him in her mouth. The other stripper locked his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. He was already on cloud nine. The action continued for almost three minutes then he broke away from the kiss. He held the stripper blowing him by her hair and raised her face. They looked at each other then at him. He smiled at them, zipping his trouser.
‘The show hasn’t ended yet, it is just started,’ he sneered wickedly. ‘Go get your things bitches, it going to be one hell of a night. Daddy is going to spoil you silly.’
They glanced at each other, stood up and left. He chuckled, rubbing his nicely trimmed beard. He turned towards the bar and caught a waitress looking at him. He winked at her then bit his lower lip seductively, rubbing his crotch. She smiled and licked her lips. He gestured to her to come over. She walked and stood inches away from him.
‘Three bottles of Johnnie Walker Black and a bottle of Ciroc original. It should be parked just like you,’ he said staring at her exposed bosom.
‘Anything for you sir,’ she said, turned and walked away. He stared at her mighty backside. She came back a few minutes later with a black textile carrier back and dropped it on the table. He paid for the drinks then brought two bundles of a thousand notes. He stretched his hands towards her and she bent forward to and held the money. He shook his head and smiled. She cocked her eyebrows feigning ignorance of what he was trying to do. He smiles then pointed at her exposed cleavage. She nodded, giving him the go ahead. He slowly put each bundle in each of her exposed bosoms. He cupped her bosom and squeezed it gently; she smiled, stood and winked at him then walked away. The strippers came back fully clothed. He jumped up to his feet and took the carrier back from the table, the strippers walked to him and he grabbed their waist as they walked out of the club in the direction of the parking lot. His phone buzzed just as he was about opening the car. He brought it out from his pocket and unlocked it.
Suite 3. The message read. He smiled then turned the strippers who look excited and cleared his throat, sliding his hands in the back pocket. ‘I am sorry ladies, there is a change in plan, nothing is happening today, maybe next time,’ he stared at them disappointedly.
He opened the car and took out bundles of cash from the glove compartment. He brought out two bottles of Johnnie Walker from the carrier bag and gave them. The collected it from him, stared at him with disgust, hissed and walked back into the club angrily. He scoffed as he watched them enter the club, entered the car and drove away. He turned to a turn that leads to The Royal Tropicana Hotel.

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Episode Five



Jane walked out of the steaming tube and tied a white towel around her chest. She stomped into the bedroom and sat in front of the dressing mirror. She untied the towel and dabbed her body, applied lotion all over her body then applied light makeup on her face. She went into the bathroom and dropped the towel on the railing then swaggered into the walk-in closet which was attached to the room. She stood hands akimbo staring at the array of clothes. Her eyes fell on a peach-coloured all lace bodycon dress. She took it from the hanger and moved in the direction of the shoe closet, took a nude heeled court-shoe and peach underwear then walked out to the bedroom. She wore the clothes and went to the safe box where her jewellery are kept, brought out a pearl necklace and earrings. She stood in front of the mirror and checked herself out, a smile escaped her lips when she saw her beautiful she was looking. She chuckled and walked to the drawer, brought out the box of her favourite perfume; the spirit of Dubai and sprayed it all over. She unplugged her phone and walked down to the dining room, took her car key from the table then walked out of the house. About five exotic cars were parked under the carport. She went and entered one of her latest acquires. She brought out her phone and dialled a number.
‘What’s up babe?’ A female voice asked from the other end of the call.
‘Hi Clara, how are you doing?’ Jane said smiling, the dimples on her cheeks appeared.
‘I am doing go ooo, and you?’
‘Same here, I am going to Cindy’s baby shower now. I will be posting some pictures on Instagram and snap, please I want you to post them on your blog.’
‘Hmm. Jane, you and attention are like five and six,’ the voice giggled.
‘One needs to be in the news always to stay relevant you know. I am an A-list actress, a celebrity of the federal republic of Nigeria,’ she said proudly, flipping her hair backwards.
‘Oh yeah! Don’t worry; I will do just that, anything for my friend.’
‘I will send you exclusive photos of the shower.’
‘That’s my friend; I will be waiting for the pictures.’
‘I should be going now, I am running late already.’
‘Okay.’
She ended the call and hissed. She started the engine and drove to the gate. The gateman hurriedly opens the gate and she drove out. She slides a disk into the car stereo and increased the volume to maximum, nodding her head as she drove at full speed.
Jane Albert is a reigning queen in the film industry. One of the richest and most influential actresses in the country. She is well connected and has assets in and outside the country worth millions of naira. Having her feature in any movie means that movie is going to be sold out in the cinema. These made her a hot cake among movie producers. She had won the best actress for five years consecutively and is the most awarded actress ever.
She arrived at the venue, Cindy’s husband’s mansion in Banana Island. The duo has been friends for over a decade. They came into the industry almost at the same time. They became friends when they both featured leading and supporting actresses respectively in a movie. Jane had climbed the ladder faster though many people accuse her of sleeping with producers for movie roles. That didn’t end their friendship as they remain best friends. Cindy got married to one of the sons of an oil mogul two years ago. The wedding had created a buzz that year for two reasons: Cindy getting married to a billionaire husband and Jane being the chief bride’s maid. Now Cindy is pregnant and about giving birth to her first child. Jane smiled and shook her head; how time flies
There were many exotic cars parked in and outside the mansion. It is going to be a show of crème de la crème in the entertainment and oil industry. She parked her car somewhere and came out. She went to the boot and brought out a small box wrapped in a golden gift-wrap, her name was scripted in silver ink. She straightened her dress, ran her fingers through her hair and walked into the house. Two ladies standing by the door turned in admiration as she walked passed them; she smiled and waved at them as she stepped into the gigantic sitting room. A sweet fragrance beat her on the nose.
The sitting room was beautifully decorated with flowers and lights. She smiled and searched around for Cindy. She sighted her standing at a corner, talking with another guest. She flicked her eyes and began walking in her direction. The clicking of her shoes on the cream tiles made heads turn. She smiled inwardly, she was drawing attention to herself and that’s what she wants. She could hear people talking in hush voices and clicks of cameras. One of the guests with Cindy whispered to her and she quickly turned around to face her. She put her hands on her baby bump.
‘You made it,’ Cindy said smiling happily.
‘You know I will come, how is my little angel doing?’ Jane asked looking down at Cindy’s protruding tummy.
‘She is doing, ready to be popped out,’ Cindy replied rubbing her tummy.
‘I can’t wait to hold those tiny hands of hers,’ they giggled. ‘Care for few pictures?’
‘Sure,’ Cindy nodded and moved closer to her.
Jane unlocked her phone and tap on the camera icon. They took some pictures, other people joined in for some group photographs. She was busy porting and smiling when she sighted Samantha, her arch-enemy sitting on the lounge in a corner of the sitting room. She was sitting with legs crossed, talking with other ladies. From the look on their faces, they seem to be brought her brows together into a frown and turned to Cindy.
‘What is that thing doing here?’ she said to Cindy, clenching her teeth.
‘I invited her, I know she I…’
‘She is my number one enemy you know that,’ Jane said interruptedly. ‘I don’t attend the event she goes, I would have walked out of here this moment if not for you.’
‘I am sorry girlfriend,’ Cindy said and held her hand then winked.
‘Next times don’t do that to me please.’
‘Yes ma’am,’ they laughed.
‘Okay, let me find a seat while you attend to other guests.’
‘Thank you so much girlfriend,’ Cindy said and walked away.
Jane flipped her hair backwards and shuffled to the dining area. She drew a chair and sat down. She unlocked her phone, filtered all the picture they snapped then uploaded them to her social media accounts. Likes and comments started flowing in immediately. She smiled; that’s the benefit of being the most followed female celebrity in the country. Something Samantha can never achieve in her miserable career. She took her eyes away from the phone and looked in the direction Samantha was but she wasn’t there. She searched around the sitting room worriedly. She saw her standing by one of the windows with a half-filled glass of champagne, talking to a man. She was covered up with jealousy immediately. The man Samantha was talking to was quite young and rich, looking at the flawless suit and the Italian shoe he wore. She stern at them for awhile then looked away and hissed. Cindy came and sat beside her looking worried.
‘You’re back already back,’ Jane said locking her phone.
‘Yes. The event is about to start and the M.C is nowhere to be found,’ Cindy said disappointedly.
‘Have you tried calling him?’
‘I did but his number isn’t connecting.’
‘That’s disappointing! Okay, don’t stress yourself, I will help with that.’
‘You will? That will be so kind of you girlfriend.’
‘Anything for you girlfriend.’
‘You’re the best girlfriend in the whole world I swear,’ Cindy said hugging her tightly.
‘You can say that again girlfriend, now let’s go give them a never before seen the baby shower,’ they laughed out loudly.
The event lasted for almost two hours, there were presentations of gift, eating and drinking. Some comedians who are friends with the family entertained the guest with rib cracking jokes. A call came through Jane’s phone and she quickly went away from the noise to answer the call. She went outside and answered the call. She heard her name and walked quickly to where she heard voices coming from. Two ladies were sitting on a high stool talking harshly. Jane wondered what they are gossiping about.
‘I wonder what went wrong this time that Smith Abu didn’t the almighty Jane Albert the lead role in his upcoming film.’
‘I heard the film is budgeted around fifty million dollars and will have some of Hollywood popular faces.’
‘The worst of it all is that Smith Abu plan to give Samantha Bayo the lead role.’
‘Jane Albert will go mad when she comes to know about it.’
Jane couldn’t believe what she just heard. If what the ladies said was true, then Samantha is definitely going to snatch the position of the most loved actress. She blinked severally thinking of the way out. As if on cue, Samantha came out hand in hand with the young man she had seen her with. They were whispering and giggling. She brought out her phone and took some pictures of them. Unlike her, Samantha is a very secretive person. They stood by a car and talked for some seconds then kissed passionately, giving Jane the opportunity to take some pictures. She smiled; Clara will do her own part. A chunk of ideas came to her mind; she chuckled mischievously and entered the house.

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Episode Six



Clara sat down in front of the laptop in her spacious study room. She went through Jane’s Instagram pictures. They have so much in common and that had made their friendship wax stronger. She copied the pictures then clicked on her blogger icon the toolbar. She past the pictures and wrote some praises about Jane and hit the publish button.
Clara Jamie is a successful entertainment gossip blogger with millions of views on every post. She has people many people running after her to make a post about them or their businesses. She is rich with many landed properties. Due to their chosen line of business, which involves posting about people’s personal business, she has few friends and many enemies. She was never invited to any event hosted by other celebrities and that made her angry. She vowed to continue posting negative things about anyone that fall into her trap. Many celebrities have fallen prey to her hidden agenda and had their career gone.
Her phone buzzed on the table. It must be one of the many contacts that feed her with information. What people fail to understand is that though she doesn’t attend events, she has spies who keep her posted on what is happening in the entertainment industry. She was surprised when she saw the message was from Jane. She became interested and quickly opened the message.
Check your mail. I have a juicy story for you. The message read. She chuckled and dropped the phone back on the table. She drew her laptop closer and opened her mail. She saw a new mail from Jane; it was a video. She clicked and it played. Her jaws dropped down as the video plays. The video ended at three minutes, she stared at the video then burst out a wicked laugh. She stopped then sneered.
‘Good work with that Jane, Samantha Bayo, you just messed up big time. Welcome to the game bitch!’ She said stressing the last word.
Her phone started ringing, she glimpsed at the screen. Alex was written on the screen. She sighed, pushing her eyes, picked the phone and answered the call. She flipped her hair and placed the phone on her ear, frowning.
‘Why are you calling me by this time of the night Alex? It is past eleven already,’ she said relaxing on the seat.
‘I am sorry Clara but there is no better time to call but now,’ he said happily.
‘Hope all is fine?’
‘Well, yes for us but it is going to be tough for some people. I was at club XYZ awhile ago and guess who I saw going cosy with a stripper, Anthony Orji; popular TV presenter Rhoda Mark’s husband. I took some pictures of him and the stripper.’
‘Wow! That’s good news for us,’ a smile escaped her lips.
‘Wait until I finish, I did a very good job. So they left the club and went to the parking lot where they had sex with a car. Bad for him, I filmed every minute of their illicit activities and have already sent it to you via Whatsapp.’
‘Nice work Alex, I will transfer your money tomorrow morning.’
‘Thank you, Clara, it is nice working with you,’ he said and ended the call.
She smiled, tapping on the Whatsapp icon. There were messages from the Alex; seven pictures and a video. She downloaded then; they were mostly raunchy. She played the video and jealously fixates on her phone screen. The moaning of the stripper turned her on. The video ended and she replayed it twice. Her hand slide into the bum short she was wearing. Her middle finger found its way into her opening and she began going in and out. She lifted her legs up and placed them on the table then spread them widely apart. She played the video and dropped it on the table. She pulled the bum short to her hip level, shut her eyes and rested her head on the seat. She opened her mouth in ecstasy as she adds two more fingers, cupping her boson and squeezing them gently with her other hand. The moans became louder and she began vibrating as her opening tightens. She collapsed on the floor as she cum. She lay on the floor, in her own fluid, panting, trying to catch up her breath. She stood up and looked around as if someone was looking. She closed the laptop, took her phone and left the study room. She went and had a long warm bath then went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. She shut her eyes and slept with a smile on her face, hands between her legs.


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Episode Seven




Rhoda was in the office, deeply concentrated on preparing the list of question for the next interview which was scheduled for that evening. Her phone started ringing, she sighed and dropped the pen on the notepad and took the phone from the top of piles of files on the table beside the laptop. It was her elder sister calling. She pressed the power button; silencing the call. She picked up the phone and continued what she was doing. The phone started ringing again, she hissed without looking up or bothering to silence the call. The call ended and a message came in. her phone rang five more times but she didn’t bother to pick it. The phone started ringing again and she angrily dropped the pen with a bang then took the phone. She raised her eyebrows when she saw her producer’s name written on the screen. She turned and looked at the table clock, there was still time left before the interview, why then was he calling her? Her heart skipped a beat. The call ended just as she was about answering it. Eight missed calls and one message. She checked the call log; two calls were from her sisters, three from her best friend, two from her brother and one from her producer. She opened the message and it read: call me immediately you see this. She swallowed fearfully. A new message arrives just them; it was from her brother. Call me back as soon as possible. Her heart jumped into her mouth and sweat began forming on her forehead.
The door opened and she quickly raised her head just as her producer was stepping into the office. Mr Stanley, her producer hardly comes into her office except when something was wrong. She stared into his eyes; it wasn’t the look of a boss wanting a job to be done, it was something else. He closed the door and drew the window blind down. Her heart escalates, something is definitely wrong. Was she about to be sacked for being absent from for two weeks? He slides his hands into his pocket and stared at her, that got her more scared.
‘Were you able to see the news today?’ he asked.
‘No sir,’ she asked nervously.
‘Okay,’ he nodded and swallowed, he doesn’t want to be the carrier of bad news.
‘Sir did something happened?’ she swallowed hard and flicked her eyes.
‘No, nothing happens Rhoda. I will be going back to my office,’ he said turning around in the direction of the door.
‘All is not alright sir. Something is definitely wrong, I got two missed calls from my sister, three from my best friend, two from my brother, one from you and to cap it all, you’re in my office, something you hardly do. Please, sir, tell me what’s happening, I can handle it I promise,’ she said worriedly, standing up.
‘Whatever it is, I don’t want you to react. Be the strong and calm Rhoda I always know you to be,’ he said, walked and sat on the lounge.
‘Okay,’ she nodded.
‘Your husband....’
‘Oh my God, Anthony!’ she said interruptedly. ‘Did something happen to him?’ She asked with bulging eyes.
‘He his fine but he is in the news. I am sorry but I can’t tell you the detail, you can check it on Clara J’s blog.’
She sat back on the seat and hurriedly took her phone from the table, tapped on the Google chromes icon, typed in the address and wait for it as it loads. She scrolls down, reading the post headlines. Her eyes bulged and her throat became dry when she saw the headline: Popular TV presenter, Rhoda Mark’s Anthony Orji caught on camera banging a stripper against a car in the parking lot of club XYZ. She clicked on the headline and wait as it opens, she could feel her boss’s eyes on her. She held her breath when she saw the first picture. No no no! Let it not be true! She curiously scrolls down to read the news:
Businessman and husband of popular TV presenter, Rhoda Mark’s, Anthony Orji was yesterday night seen going cosy with popular Lagos stripper and self-acclaimed Instagram model, QueenK8 at the VIP section of club XYZ. They later moved to the parking lot of the club to have some hot sex (see video here). Remember, the businessman proposed to the TV presenter atop the Arik airline on the 30th of July 2012 on her birthday (see their engagement photos here). They had their traditional wedding on 1st of November at the Lagos Parkview Event centre and later went to Havana, the capital city of Cuba for an elaborate white wedding on the 15th of the same month (see photos from their traditional and white wedding here and here). We hope God intervene in the couple’s marriage.
She scrolls up and clicked on the link to the video with a shaky hand. It played immediately, she covered her mouth with her other hand as tears rolled down her cheeks. The moaning of the stripper pierced her heart and broke it into shreds. She pressed the power button and threw the phone away. She hit her head on the table and began sobbing; it was as if her world was coming to an end. Mr Stanley stood up and shuffled to where she was. He bent forward, placed one hand on the table on the other on the shoulder, patting her.
‘I am sorry Rhoda, that’s the price we pay for being in the public eyes. Our lives become public. You can take the day off; I will ask Jamila replace you for the interview,’ he said.
She didn’t answer him. He raised her head up and buried them in her hands. Her heart was bleeding from the thousand wounds created by the moans of the stripper. Mr Stanley sighed then stood up and left the office. She burst out a loud mournful cry, thanks to the soundproof in the office no one is going to hear her cry. Everyone in the office must have read the story by now. She removed her hands from her face and sniffled the fluid trying to escape from her nose. Her makeup was ruined, on a normal day she would have done another one immediately but that’s the least of her worries now. She looked around for the wiper box, took two and wiped the makeup from her face. She threw the stained wipers in a small disposable basket beside the table. She parked her things into the bag, wore her shoe and walked out of the office.
It was as if they were all waiting for her to come out of the office. The junior staffs whose cupids were put in a large hall outside the senior staff's office all turned to look at her. She smiled nervously at them and hurried towards the staircase. She met few of her colleagues as she descends down the stairs. She greeted them briskly and continued down the stairs. She strode towards the car, entered and zoomed off.
She drove in silence with a heavy heart, arrived minutes later, parked outside the house and came out. She banged on the door angrily as the gateman delayed in opening the gate. The gate came open and she pushed him aside, entering the house. She pushed the door closed with a bang and walked towards the building without responding to the gateman’s greeting. The gateman opened the gate and looked outside; the car door was still open. It was strange for her to do so. She entered the sitting room and saw the television on, meaning he was around. She tossed her shoes away and ran up into the room, he wasn’t there. She stood angrily looking around at nothing in particular. She went into the guest room and saw his things on the bed. She heard the sound of something crashing downstairs and hurried down. She saw him pouring himself a glass of wine. He glanced at her then went to one of the settees and sat down, legs crossed and eyes fixated on the television. She stood rooted to the ground as she stared at him with disgust, he wasn’t remorseful, unlike other husbands who would have been on their knees crying for forgiveness when they are caught cheating. She went and took the remote then turned off the television. She stood hands akimbo, fuming and dancing with her hips. He looked away to the window.
‘Anthony,’ she called with her voice a little pitched.
‘Yes,’ he replied turning to face her.
‘Why did you do that for God’s sake?’ she asked. She couldn’t hold the tears any longer as it streams down her cheeks, uncontrollable.
He raised his brows up forming ignorance. “Do what?’
‘Stop pretending Anthony, you know what I am talking about. The stripper at club XYZ, you know what I am talking about. You don’t even look sorry for your actions,’ she said bitterly.
‘Sorry?’ he asked giggling. ‘There is nothing to be sorry about Rhoda. You refused to perform your wifely duties of satisfying my sexual urges, I went out and have someone do what you couldn’t do and you’re angry at that also? Don’t worry about getting an STDs, she is clean,’ he sneered, took the glass of wine and sipped from it.
‘You’re disgusting!” she spat. He chuckled and sipped again. ‘I regret marrying you.’
He turned to her and tightened his forehead, giving her the are you serious? Type of look then stood up. He straightened his shirt and swaggered to where she stood. She glared at him. He put his hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off angrily. He flicked his eyes and chuckled mockingly. He smiled and put one leg forward, hands on the hip.
‘I don’t know why you’re angry Rhoda. Someone took proper care of your husband for you; she did what you were unable to do. You ought to be happy and even give her a thank you gift. You know what, you two have so many things in common; the height, curves, big bosom and behind. Oh, I forgot she also likes it from behind, just like you. The differences between you two are that she moans loudly and talks dirt...’
A slap interrupted him from completing his sentence. ‘Shut up you animal!’ she shouted shaking. He stood amazed, his hand on the cheek that was slapped. He fisted his hand and punched her with all might on the nose. She cried out painfully; fell on her knee with her hands over the now bleeding nose. He kicked her in the stomach and climbed on top of her just as she fell on the floor. He held her hands together with one hand and used the other to slap and punch her in the face, chest and neck. She began struggling and calling for help as he continued beating her. She gave up struggling and only cry as he continued his assault. He stood up from her body when he was satisfied, spat on her and went into the bathroom to wash his bloodstained hand. He went upstairs and changed into an orange coloured Hackett polo shirt and blued faded jean trouser and walked out of the house without turning to look at where she was sobbing.


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Episode Eight

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Ritz sat alone in the waiting room sobbing. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. The news was everywhere now; both locally and international. Her blonde weave on was roughly plaited into a ponytail. The blue prisoner’s jumpsuit she was wearing was stained on the neckline. That didn’t worry her, not even the smell produced by the jumpsuit. The door swung opened and two ladies walked in. She raised her head up to look at them. She stood up immediately she saw the lady in the black suit. She made attempt to run to her but was held by the chain on her legs. She almost forgot. She sighed and stood where she was as tingles of tears dropped from her eyes. She wiped it with the back of her palm immediately.
‘Thirty minutes,’ the female warden said and walked out, shutting the door.
Ritz sat back on the small bench and put her cuffed hands in between her legs, slightly bending her head. She was ashamed to look at Martha, her friend. They knew each other from the secondary school attended the same university. Martha was called to the bar a few years ago while she went to pursue a career in modelling. Martha was her lawyer and handled all her legal issues. Martha sat on the bench opposite Ritz and dropped her handbag on the table. She swallowed and sighed.
‘How are you doing Rita?’ she asked looking at her.
Ritz raised her head and stared at her for some seconds then scoffed. ‘Are you seriously asking me that question? I am here, rotting in prison and you ask me how I am doing? Are you also here to mock me like others?’ she said bitterly.
‘Don’t get me wrong Rita, I am your friend and will never ever mock you, besides I am your lawyer also. I am here to do my duty as a friend and work as your lawyer,’ Martha said staring into Ritz's eyes.
Ritz looked away and stared at the milk coloured painted wall. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lips regretfully. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she opened her eyes and sniffled on the fluid in her nose. She stared at her nude painted nails which were fixed two days before the incident; they are now tattered due to constant chewing. She fiddled with her fingers as more tears escaped her eyes, wetting the jumpsuit.
‘I should have listened to you when you told me to leave him, all these won’t have happened if I had listened to you,’ she said looking up at Martha who also has tears in her eyes. ‘Paul would have been alive now, I wish I can turn the hand of time,’ she burst outcry. Martha stood up from her seat and walked to her. She squatted then placed her head on her shoulder.
‘Please stop crying, it breaks my heart. I will surely win the case and you will be free again,’ Martha consoled soothing her hair.
Ritz raised her head and giggled mockingly. ‘Free? Win? I am a criminal; I killed someone and probably never going to be out of the prison. I am going to rot in prison and die. I wish death will just come to me soon,’ she said and began sobbing.
‘Don’t ever say that Rita! Why will you wish yourself death? There are people whose condition are worst than yours, yet they are strong and have the willpower to fight,’ Martha said then sighed, flicking her eyes. ‘I need you to be strong. I will do my best to see you go out of here.’
‘Okay,’ Ritz nodded and smiled. She wiped the tears with the back of her palm. Martha forced a smile then walked back to her seat.
‘The first hearing will be holding next week Friday,’ Martha brought out a file from her handbag. Ritz nodded. ‘I will appeal to the judge for more time and also for your bail.’
‘Will that work? Will I be able to continue working when I am granted bail?’ she asked curiously. Martha sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
‘Work should be the least of your worries now.’
‘I am sorry,’ she said bowing her head embarrassed.
‘Another thing,’ Martha said opening her back. She brought out another file. Ritz's heart jumped into her mouth. ‘The agency you work with have dropped your name from the list of their models and sent this to me.’
‘What! That can’t be true, I made them who they are today, and people know them because of me and that how they are going to repay me? I am definitely using them for the bridge of contract when I get out of here,’ she said fuming.
‘We will do that when you get out of here.’
‘Okay,’ Ritz nodded. She stared into Martha’s eyes and forced a smile. ‘Thank you, Martha.’ She said coldly.
‘For what?’ Martha coked her brows.
‘For being with me through thick and thin,’ she said as tears escaped from her eyes.
‘Please don’t say that Rita, you will do same for me if I was the one in your condition,’ Martha sneered.
The door opened and the turned in the direction. She looked at Martha then at the black wrist watch on her hand. Martha understood what she meant by that. She stood up and shuffled to Ritz was, already standing. They hugged tightly for sometimes then let go of each other. Martha took the files from the table and left the room, with tears in her eyes. The warder held Ritz and led her out to her ward. The cuff and chains were removed from her legs and hands. She lay on the bunk and buried her face in the pillow.
‘Aunty Model,’ one of the cellmates called. She turned to face the lady who had her hand on her hips.
‘Yes,’ she answered.
‘Wetin happens today, you no be like yourself.’
‘Nothing, I am fine,’ she said forcing a smile.
‘Abeg aunty model I no be small pikin. See as your eyes red,’ she said sitting on the bunk beside her.
‘I am just tired that’s all,’ she said burying her head in the pillow.
The lady chuckled. ‘Eku tired oo.’
Ritz turned to face the wall and smiled. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and slept almost immediately, the last time she slept was before she was arrested. She dreamt of Paul in her sleep. He sat on the bed beside her and put his hand on her arm. She opened her eyes and sat up. He smiled at her. She looked around, she wasn’t in the cell. He moved closer to her and planted a kiss on her forehead. He handed her a box and she hurriedly opened it, it was a golden bracelet inside. She looked up at him and smiled. She crawled out of bed and shuffled to the dressing mirror. He stood up and followed her then handed her another box, same colour with the one he had given her earlier but smaller. She glanced at him surprised then opened the box. Her jaws dropped down in shock when she saw the diamond ring. She turned in his direction; he was already on one knee and smiling.
‘Will you marry me, Ritz?’ he said softly.
Words betrayed her; she opened her mouth but no word came out. Her dream was interrupted a loud ringing of the bell, she jerked up and hit her head on the bunk. It was a dream after all. She sighed disappointedly and joined the others as they went out for the evening sermon.


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Episode Nine.




He kept rolling his eyes and tossing his legs, clawing to the bed. He was having another nightmare. He was sweating profusely despite the air condition is on. The event of the night kept appearing in his dream over the years. He began panting loudly as he continues tossing on the bed. He rolled to the other end of the bed and fell to the ground with a thud. He woke up immediately and sat up, shaking all over. He stood up and shuffled to the bathroom. He turned the shower head and stepped into the running water to cool him down. He shut his eyes tightly as he remembers what happened after he was hit by the car.
The man who hit him was a General in the army. He took him to the hospital where his wound was tendered to. The man, General Otedola took him home and introduced him to his wife and two daughters. He had lied to the General that his parents were killed by arm robbers and he agrees to train him. He was enrolled in the same school the General’s daughters attend. That didn’t go well Mrs Bose, the General’s wife who didn’t like him right from the day he was brought into the house. He soon stole hearts in the school and church with his melodious voice. He became close to Funmi the General’s last child and soon, they became inseparable. That made Mrs Bose angrier. Everything was going smoothly until one day when they got news about the General’s involvement in a car accident. He died on the spot. He was in his third year in the university then. Three months after, Mrs Bose threw him out of the house with nothing. He went to stay with one of his friends off campus as he struggles to survive. Life in the street was rough for him. It took the grace of God for him to complete his education. He was posted to Lagos for his one-year mandatory national service and that was when his music career began.
He has accompanied one of his friends to the studio in Ikeja to see a friend when luck shined on him. A popular musician at then had also visited the studio to record a song and his backup has to call in sick. The musician, frustrated kept pacing around the studio worried. He was touched and approached the musician to help. The musician doubted his ability at first but since he had no choice, he decided to give it a trial. He was given the line and they went into the recording room. The musician was awed when he sang his lines. They discuss for a while after the recording and the musician gave him some money and his card. He visited the musician at his home a few days later, they wrote and recorded few songs and that’s how he debuts his singing career.
He closed the shower and stepped out, dripping with water. He removed the singlet and brief, dropped them in a bin, took a towel and tied it around his waist. His phone alarm began ringing just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. He hurriedly went and picked the phone then turned off the alarm. He stomped to the wardrobe and brought out a white sweater shirt and a jogger. He removed the towel and wore the clothes. He took his phone from the bed and a trainers shoe then went out of the room.
He was busy working out in the gym that he didn’t saw someone come in. The person stood meters away from him not wanting to disturb him. He turned around and saw the person; he dropped the weight lift in his hands and removed the earphone from his ears. He took a small towel from a hanger and wiped sweat from his face and arms.
‘When did you come in?’ he asked dropping the back of the hanger.
‘a Few seconds ago,’ the person answered, sitting on one of the machines.
‘You should have let me know you arrived,’ he said sitting on the floor, legs apart.
‘I didn’t want to disturb you from working out Jay.’
‘You’re my manager Adeola,’ he said standing up. ‘Are the dancers here already?”
‘No,’ Adeola replied standing up also.
‘That’s good; we need to record a song before they come.’
They walked out of the gym into the studio which was in-house and located at the same place. Adeola sat on the sofa and crossed while Jay sat in front of the laptop and switched it on. He scrolled through the document and clicked on one named ‘new beats’. It opened and he went down to the last file. He played it and folded his arms as he listens to the beat, nodding his head.
‘Get me the guitar please,’ he said to Adeola without turning to look at him.
Adeola stood up and shuffled to where the guitar was hanging beside the door and carried it to Jay. Jay collected the guitar then stopped the beat; he stood up and called on Adeola who was about sitting down.
‘I need to add guitar to the beat,’ he said looking into Adeola’s eyes.
‘Okay,’ Adeola nodded, sniffing.
‘You please coordinate things from outside as usual while I record,’
‘Yes boss,’ he nodded sitting on the chair in front of the laptop.
He went into the studio and sat on a high stool then put on the headphone. He sighed and raised his hands up. Adeola nodded and gave him a thumb up. Three! Two! One! Adeola played the beat immediately Jay fisted his hand. He closed his eyes and wait for the beat to play for some seconds then he began playing the guitar. He became emotional as he remembers his parents, General Otedola and Funmi. Tears rolled down from his eyes as he continued playing the guitar passionately. Adeola surprised stood up and went close to the glass that separated them. The recording ended but Jay continued playing the guitar. Adeola went and sat back on the seat, he had never seen Jay record a beat with such passion. Jay stopped, opened his eyes and removed the headphone. He smiled then wiped the tears with his palm. He walked out of the recording room and stood beside Adeola.
‘How did you see it,’ he asked folding his arms.
‘Dope, this is going to be a hit track I bet you,’ Adeola smiled.
He nodded and smiled, then sighed. ‘You know what; let me do freestyle on this beat. I have formed a song in my head already,’ he said walking in the direction of the recording room.
‘Now?’ Adeola said cocking his brows.
‘Yes,’ he nodded entering the recording room.
He stood in front of the microphone and sighed heavily. The door opened and the dance instructor walked in. She waved at him as she locates a chair to sit near Adeola. He winked at her and cleared his throat. He nodded at Adeola then shut his eyes. He slides his hands his pocket to hide them as they trembles. He beat was played and he allowed it play for some seconds then started singing. Adeola and the dance instructor turned and glanced at each other surprised. They have never heard him sing like that before. The lyrics could melt the heart of the listener. The song ended, he opened his eyes to see Adeola and the dance instructor on their feet clapping and nodding their heads. He smiled and walked out of the recording room.
‘Wow! I have never heard you sing like this before. It was superb, you killed that song.’ The dance instructor said happily.
‘Thank you Maryam,’ he sneered. ‘Are the dancers ready?’
‘Yes, they are outside waiting.’
‘Okay, let’s get to them. Please Adeola, turn off all the appliances,’ he said turning to Adeola then they walked out.



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