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Ochyglowsglows:
Millieademi, please give me your phone number. I should do you a top up for this rain of updates. I the last time I was here, I was on page 32. Imagine having over 7 updates to read. You're amazing. I love you.

Awwn. Welcome back love.


Are you serious about this or you're pulling my legs?


Don't raise my expectations o.

Zuriel100:
milli dear..... for weeks I didn't come to read tnks to my busy schedules..... but was glad to see lots of updates.. u beautiful, the way u control d storyline, describes each scenes with the perfect words and phrases makes me fall for u.... u d next chimamanda adiche..... love u.... respect....

Thanks love.


Don't fall too hard though.

Chimmamanda? Guy, don't whine me.

zhayyd039:
Prologue:
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"Alpha team secures the building from the north, Bravo team from the back," said the team leader as they quickly moved into two groups of three. "We have gone across the mission objectives over at debrief, there's no room for misplay. Vector, you lead the Bravo team. Move out."
The two groups moved with great efficiency, the Bravo team ahead of Alpha.
As the Alpha team reached the front door they spread with a man flanking the team leader in the middle.
"Bravo in position," the voice over the comms said.
"Right on cue," replied the Alpha team leader. "On three…two…one."
The man on the right gently pushed the door open while the team leader sprinted in, weapon raised. The other two joined quickly after.
"Clear," the men said one after the other.
"Alpha, this is Bravo. I got movement upstairs. East side."
They exchanged glances with each other before rushing to the location given.
"Bravo team engaging."
"Do not engage! This is Zero, do you copy?" another voice interrupted. "I repeat, do not engage!"
"Zero?" the team leader called, nothing.
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This totally reminded me of Quantico and Penguins of Madagascar.

Good job. I loved the simplicity and vividness.

Sunday jollof rice is served o.


Let me know what you think, my lovelies. Muah!!

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Jaiye walked into his boss’ office and shut the door behind him. He stood before the older lawyer and waited for him to end his call. The man gestured at the seats I front of his table. Jaiye unbuttoned his jacket and took a seat. He crossed his legs and linked his fingers together waiting patiently. The man got off the phone and faced him.
“Jaiye.”
“Sir?”
“I got a very disturbing message from the director of the women’s prison. He told me you sent him a letter commanding him to release an inmate from solitary confinement. Is there truth in that?”, the man asked and reclined in his chair.
“To some extent.”, Jaiye said.
“Elucidate me on the extent of the truth, then.”
“I asked him to either investigate the facts surrounding the offence he claimed the inmate committed and release her or to make sure the conditions of her confinement were up to par with the other inmates. Failure to do either would result in the office of the attorney general suing him for human rights violations and gross negligence.”, Jaiye explained.
The man shook his head chuckling. “I heard about the rape case you started and the arrest of three prison guards for the rape of the same inmate. Is she related to you, somehow?”
“Not exactly. My wife met her during her prison evangelism with our church evangelism team. She saw the degrading treatment the woman suffered and told me about it. I decided to take the matter up after having had some investigations done.”
“ I must commend your vigilance and magnanimity, Jaiye. But be careful. This is federal government. I can assure you protection within the ministry but outside of it? Jaiye, we are dealing with sharks and big dogs here. You might not want to make enemies here so soon. You have a promising future. Be careful.”
“Yes, sir.”, he stated. “Sir, what about the case the Attorney General of Gombe state filed against the government?”, Jaiye said with excitement dancing in his eyes.
“You want to handle it, don’t you?”, the man said smiling.
“If you permit me. My paralegal and I are intrigued by the facts and particulars of the case. And…”
He was interrupted by the sudden jarring of the door. The attorney general's secretary ran in after the gatecrasher.
“Sir, im sorry. I told him to wait but he didn’t listen to me.”, the secretary explained.
“Its ok. Jaiye, we will continue later.”, the attorney general said. Jaiye nodded and left with the secretary. When the door was shut, the attorney general stood and faced his brother. “Brother or not, I don’t like people barging into my office.”
His brother walked up to him and punched him square on the jaw.
“What is wrong with you, Jola?”, the man shouted in shock only to be punched again. He fell into his chair from the impact. He watched his brother come around the table and he saw his brother’s eyes -crimson. He held his jaw as his brother gripped him by the lapels of his jacket.
“I can have you arrested for this.”, Fola threatened in fear. He had only seen his brother this angry twice. Once, when a boy had snatched their mother’s handbag in the market. He chased the boy down and beat him till his face was bloody. The other time was when he caught him in bed with Elsa.
“Go ahead and while you’re at it, fill out your charge sheet for raping my wife.”, Jola said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, Fola said. Jola punched him again and gripped him harder. “She showed me the scars on her back. Scars from when you raped her on the broken glass from the picture frame. Look into my eyes and deny it, Olufolajimi.”
“I don’t know what came over me then.”, Fola whimpered.
“God!”, Jola gasped and released his grip on his brother. He held his head in his hands. “God!”, he gasped again. “God!”, he screamed. “Fola, I believed you. I trusted that you would never betray me like that. She was my wife! My wife! The mother of my son! My only son! And you betrayed me. Fola, you raped my wife!”
“Im sorry.”, Fola apologized.
“Sorry doesn’t fix it. It doesn’t give me back the thirty-two years I lost with my son and Elsa.”, he fired. “Fola, you’re dead to me. Forget you have a brother.”, he said and left the office.

Ladyzeus:
I really love this story. More ink to your pen. Kudos to you millieademi

Awwn. Thanks dearie.

Oyinibeji:
Well done! Interesting.

Thanks love

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Illiya looked from Dele to his mother as he spoke. The guy wasn’t the seventeen horned beast AJ painted him out to be. Maybe he had made a few mistakes but he genuinely cared about Tinu and their children. The elderly woman had come all the way from Lagos to Abuja to help Tinu. People were simply grey- like yin and yang. Every good person could make mistakes.
“So what exactly do you need me to do?”, Illiya said.
“I just want to inform you about the plan. I don’t want it to seem like the custody issue. And the fewer the people that know about it, the better.”, Dele said.
“Ok. That’s cool with me.”, his phone vibrated and brought it out of his pocket. He checked the message he got from Ajiri. “Sorry, are we through? Zino's awake and her bottle is with me.”, he stated.
“Of course.”, Dele said.
“Please, I’ll go with you to Tinu’s ward.”, Délé’s mother said.
“Ok, ma.”, Illiya said and led the way with Délé’s mother in tow.
Dele brought out his phone. He had been calling the head paediatrician for days but the man didn’t pick his calls. He sighed and unlocked his phone. He saw a missed call from an unknown number. He was dialling the number to return the call when he heard an “Excuse me.” He turned around and saw his father.
“Yes?”, he asked snidely.
“Youre Elsa’s son, aren’t you?”, the man asked with an air of importance.
Elsa’s son.
The remark uppercut Dele. The man didn’t see him as his son even after all these years. He didn’t want to be accepted but it still hurt.
“What’s it to you?”, Dele fired stoic. He watched in satisfaction as the man’s nostrils flared at the rude question.
“Youre Bamidele?”, the man asked.
“Do you know of another son of Elsa Daramola? Oh wait, you couldn’t possibly know.”, Dele said.
“Do you have manners at all?”, the man asked, irked by Délé’s flagrant impertinence.
“Look sir, I don’t have time for this. I…”
“Bamidele, I think I left the things I bought for the children in the car.”, his mother called causing Dele to turn. He instinctively stood in front of the man to obstruct his mother from seeing the man that had caused her pain and misery.
“Ok. I’ll get them. Go back to Tinu.”, he said hastily.
“Are you okay?”, she asked.
“Elsa?”, the man asked peering out from behind his son.
Watching the color siphoned out of his mother’s face made him want to strangle his father. The elderly woman shook her head in disbelief.
“Mum, let’s go back to the ward. Please.”, he said and walked to his mother. He pulled softly on her arm but she stayed rooted to that spot. He watched a tear fall from her eyes. He didn’t want this. He couldn’t stand to see her cry for a man that didn’t deserve it. He didn’t want her to feel miserable because of a man beneath her.
“Jola?”, his mother whispered.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. She thought she would never see him again. She thought she’d face death first before she came face to face with the man that pierced her through with many sorrows. The only man she had loved in her sixty plus years. Her tears fell faster.
“H-h- how are you? Can I talk to you?”, the man stuttered and walked towards her.
“Sir, I will suggest you stay where you are and far away from my mother. I won’t hesitate to beat up and old man if you don’t respect yourself.”, Dele threatened. She knew her tears had caused Dele to see red and brought out the beast in him. She wiped her tears and held his hand.
“I want to talk to him.”, Elsa stated. Dele turned to look at her in shock.
“Mum, you don’t have to. He isn’t worth your time and tears.”, he said cupping her face and wiping her tears with his thumbs. “Mum, he doesn’t deserve your time. Please, don’t let him hurt you.”, he begged and caressed her face. “Lets ignore him. Let’s go back to the ward. I can go and get the gifts for the kids later.”
She leaned into his hands and smiled. He was her consolation. He was the only good thing she got out of their divorce. She couldn’t imagine what her life would have been like if he had accepted Dele as his and divorced her. She would have died. She kissed his arms and pulled him down for a hug.
“Dele, thank you for being my son. I love you so much. Thank you for protecting me. I’m old but I need closure.”, she whispered in his ears.
“I don’t want him to hurt you.”, he whined.
“He can’t possibly hurt me anymore than he already has. Plus, I have you. He doesn’t.”, she whispered back. She let him go and walked towards her ex-husband.
“Hurt her and I will show you just how manner less I am.”, Dele threatened.
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Jaiye walked into his boss’ office and shut the door behind him. He stood before the older lawyer and waited for him to end his call. The man gestured at the seats I front of his table. Jaiye unbuttoned his jacket and took a seat. He crossed his legs and linked his fingers together waiting patiently. The man got off the phone and faced him.
“Jaiye.”
“Sir?”
“I got a very disturbing message from the director of the women’s prison. He told me you sent him a letter commanding him to release an inmate from solitary confinement. Is there truth in that?”, the man asked and reclined in his chair.
“To some extent.”, Jaiye said.
“Elucidate me on the extent of the truth, then.”
“I asked him to either investigate the facts surrounding the offence he claimed the inmate committed and release her or to make sure the conditions of her confinement were up to par with the other inmates. Failure to do either would result in the office of the attorney general suing him for human rights violations and gross negligence.”, Jaiye explained.
The man shook his head chuckling. “I heard about the rape case you started and the arrest of three prison guards for the rape of the same inmate. Is she related to you, somehow?”
“Not exactly. My wife met her during her prison evangelism with our church evangelism team. She saw the degrading treatment the woman suffered and told me about it. I decided to take the matter up after having had some investigations done.”
“ I must commend your vigilance and magnanimity, Jaiye. But be careful. This is federal government. I can assure you protection within the ministry but outside of it? Jaiye, we are dealing with sharks and big dogs here. You might not want to make enemies here so soon. You have a promising future. Be careful.”
“Yes, sir.”, he stated. “Sir, what about the case the Attorney General of Gombe state filed against the government?”, Jaiye said with excitement dancing in his eyes.
“You want to handle it, don’t you?”, the man said smiling.
“If you permit me. My paralegal and I are intrigued by the facts and particulars of the case. And…”
He was interrupted by the sudden jarring of the door. The attorney general's secretary ran in after the gatecrasher.
“Sir, im sorry. I told him to wait but he didn’t listen to me.”, the secretary explained.
“Its ok. Jaiye, we will continue later.”, the attorney general said. Jaiye nodded and left with the secretary. When the door was shut, the attorney general stood and faced his brother. “Brother or not, I don’t like people barging into my office.”
His brother walked up to him and punched him square on the jaw.

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Tinu’s lids fluttered open and she tried to move her left hand to cover her eyes from the piercing glare of the fluorescent light. She could only move it half way as it was tethered by a handcuff to the bed. She turned and saw the evangelist lady from prison stirring awake. Had she been there the whole time? She rested her right hand on her flatter abdomen. Her womb felt empty and panic washed through her.
“Where is my baby?”, her frog-like voice managed to croak before she burst into a fit of coughs. Felicia rushed to her side and brought a cold tumbler of water to her lips. Tinu drank like a fish that had been out of water. She gulped loudly and raised her hand to signal she was filled.
“Thank you.”, she said breathily and burped. “Where’s my baby?”, she asked.
“The doctor said she was delivered prematurely. She’s in a incubator.”, Felicia answered.
“Have you seen her? Is she ok? What does she look like? Can I go and see her?”, Tinu rambled on one breath and she tried to sit up but pain coursed through her pelvic area. She hissed in response.
“Be careful.”, Felicia pleaded and rested a hand on her shoulder. “The doctor said you suffered wounds and lacerations to your vaginal canal. So take it easy.”
Tinu sighed as she recalled what the guards had done to her. The pain was like lead in her heart but the thought of her baby blew it away like down feather. Her baby survived it. Her Regina survived it- the hunger and the rape. She survived it all. She chuckled with mirth and wiped the tears on her face.
“When can I go and see my baby?”, she asked.
“Im sorry but the guard was instructed not to let you leave this room. You’ll have to wait till she mature enough.”, Felicia said.
“What?!”, Tinu screamed.
“Im sorry.”, Felicia whispered. Tinu kept quiet for a minute and then grabbed Felicia’s hand out of the blue. “Felicia, please can you do me a huge favor?”
“Sure, anything.”, Felicia said.
Tinu sniffled and said, “Please can you check on her for me? So I can be sure she’s ok and safe and healthy. And please can you let me know what she looks like?”
Felicia wiped her tears with her free hand and nodded reassuringly. “Of course. I’ll even take a picture of her, if that’s allowed.”
“Thank you.”
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Tinu’s mind designed and created possible features her baby could have. She probably be brown skinned like her. Maybe, she’d inherit Chris’s curly dark hair and pink lips. Then she’d probably look like Tóminí. Maybe she’d look like Chris's mother. Chris had shown her a picture of his mother and the woman was an icon of beauty. She was certain Chris got all his good looks from her. The woman had been more than fair skinned She had the curly hair Chris inherited. The only thing Chris inherited from his father were his height, complexion and probably business skills.
The sound of the door opening made her turn to the door smiling. She assumed it was Felicia returning with a picture of her Regina. Her expectant smile turned into a grin when she saw her visitors. It was Ajiri and her children. The twins ran to her bed screaming Mummy while Ajiri tsked in disappointment as she carried Zino and held Chris by the hand. She managed to close the door and walked to the bed with the toddler and infant in tow.
The twins jumped onto their mother's bed and she embraced them till they couldn’t breathe. He released them and looked at them. Temi’s hair was Fuller and styled into a punk. He wore a blue and red plaid shirt and light blue jean knickerbockers. Tóminí's dark virgin hair was sectioned, gelled and twisted. She was wearing a a floral patterned short dress with jean shorts. She kissed them and they laughed. She collected Chris and hugged him- the carbon copy of his father. He was dressed in the same attire as his older brother but his shirt was made of blue and white plaid. He said “Mummy, I miss you” and she teared up. He was still babbling and barely pronouncing words right when she last saw him.
“I missed you too. I missed you all.”, she said and kissed all of them again. She noticed the healing chicken pox scars on the three of them. “You had chicken pox?”
“Yes. Daniel brought it to school and gave everyone in the class.”, Tóminí babbled scowling. “They asked us to go home and Uncle Illiya brought us home. Aunty AJ rubbed caladine lotion on us.”
“Calamine lotion.”, Temi corrected.
“Calamine lotion.”, Tóminí corrected herself. “And mummy, Temi will be using glasses now.”
“Not yet. He complained he couldn’t see the board clearly from his seat when I went for their open day. I asked his class teacher to change his seat but he still complained. I took him for a test. The doctor asked us to include food rich in vitamin A in his diet. So I told the school. We’ll wait and see if his eyesight get better.”, Ajiri explained.
“Are you okay, my love?.”, Tinu asked and touched her son’s cheeks. He smiled and nodded. Tinu turned to her friend and held her hands. “Ajiri, thank you so much for taking care of my children. God bless you and Illiya. Thank you so much.”
“Psst.”, Ajiri scoffed. “What are you talking about? You would have done the same for me. So why are you thanking me? Besides, they’re good children, obedient and they don’t stress.”
“Still. You didn’t have to but you did. Thank you. Tell Illiya I said thank you.”, Tinu continued.
“Abeg, mama. Don’t you know where we’re coming from? I will now turn my back on you now? Illiya already knows that you were my first husband and I cannot let anything happen to you and yours. If you want to thank anybody, thank Grace. One of your former maids. She said she will stay to take care of the children. So don’t think I’m one Mary Poppins. I had a lot of help.”, Ajiri said smiling and yanked her hands out of Tinu’s hold.
Tinu smiled and was thankful for making friends with Ajiri in primary one. There had been fights and quarrels but they always came back together.
“How’s Tega?”, Tinu asked.
“He’s fine. He still wants to be doing Mummy’s baby at seven. He doesn’t want to accept that he is no longer the baby of the house and the only child.”, Ajiri complained as she walked to take a seat on the nearest sofa. She unstrapped her baby from the carrier in front of her and placed the girl on the sofa to sleep gently.
“How’s Illiya? And how is the business going?”, Tinu asked.
“He’s fine. He’s at accounting with Dele and his mum trying to sort out the bill. He’s going to launch a line of wedding dresses in two months. I hope everything goes according to plan.”, Ajiri said.
“Dele is around with his mum?”, Tinu asked as she rocked a sleepy Chris.


“The woman heard what happened and wanted to see you. And Délé’s been worried sick about you and the baby.”, Ajiri informed. Tinu nodded.
The twins noticing the conversation between the adults was over jabbered on and on about their friends and peculiar children in school. Tinu listened with rapt attention to their anecdotes about Gbenga the boy who always went back to sleep even after their hall mistress woke them up in the morning, Fisayo the girl who never did her assignments and Dapo, the boy who consoled Tóminí when she cried in school.


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He could not hold back the boisterous laughter that left him. He heard her scoff but that didn’t stop his laughter. When he was able to strong two words together without laughing, he asked her, “Is that what you heard or what you watched on TV?” The look in her eyes told him it was the latter and he burst into ribcracking laughter.
“God, who will help me laugh?”, he said in between guffaws. Just how naïve was this woman?
He didn’t realize she looked much older than her sixteen years until he saw her in the school he finally decided to teach at. She was the assembly prefect and the principal had asked her to take him to the staff room and biology labs. Seeing her in her navy blue skirt and sky blue short sleeved shirt shocked him more than he could ever describe. And her embarrassment that Monday morning glued her tongue to the roof of his mouth and bent her head in shame. Through the journey from the principal’s office to the staff room, she answered all his questions by the move of her Atlas.
She avoided him like a plague or perhaps like a corper who could use diabolical means to get into her skirts. From what he heard from other teachers, she loved participating in the classroom, asking intelligent questions and giving brilliant answers to questions asked. But in his class, she became mute, deaf and an idiot. After listening to her answer ‘I don’t know the answer’ to the fifth question he asked her on Tuesday afternoon, and hearing one bespectacled girl sitting in front of him say absentmindedly 'But Elsa always knows the answer.’, he decided to punish her. He asked her to come to the biology lab to clean up and arrange specimens for the midterm practical test. She came, served her punishment and left without uttering a word of complaint. She got every question right on the midterm test but refused to contribute or participate in his class.
He decided to leave her alone. And he did so till she broke her arm while lifting speakers for the assembly one morning. The tripod stand for a speaker was weak and under the weight of the speaker it snapped and the heavy speaker fell on her arm. He had been assisting in the sick bay that morning due to the endemic catarrh that plague members of the town that time of the year. He made a splint for her and had taken her to the hospital since the school nurse was busy.
Her gratitude for his help thawed the ice in their teacher-student relationship. She began participating in his classes and he was awed by her intelligence and wit. She was better than so called science students and she topped the entire SSS3 at Mathematics. From what he garnered from teachers, she was the first choice for senior prefect but her father stood against her appointment. He didn’t want anything to distract her from her studies. The school and her father came to the compromise of Assembly Prefect.
He didn’t realize that the embers she had lighted in him at the hospital still glowed steadily till the preparation for the school’s Inter-House Sport Competition. Elsa hated sport and hid from tryouts and preparatory activities in the library or biology lab where she doodled impressive drawings of students running around. He had noticed her sketches of specimens were impeccable but seeing her draw animate objects, humans had wowed him. They got talking and he got carried away and forgot she was just a sixteen years old. He unconsciously allowed himself to fall for her and let the embers become flames. Before he knew what happened it was a bonfire and there was no dousing it then.
He thought he made the right decision by marrying her. He regretted it the morning he saw in bed with his brother. Of all things Fola was, he wasn’t a liar. And Fola would never betray him that way if he hadn’t been seduced.
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Tinu’s lids fluttered open and she tried to move her left hand to cover her eyes from the piercing glare of the fluorescent light. She could only move it half way as it was tethered by a handcuff to the bed. She turned and saw the evangelist lady from prison stirring awake. Had she been there the whole time? She rested her right hand on her flatter abdomen. Her womb felt empty and panic washed through her.
“Where is my baby?”, her frog-like voice managed to croak before she burst into a fit of coughs. Felicia rushed to her side and brought a cold tumbler of water to her lips. Tinu drank like a fish that had been out of water. She gulped loudly and raised her hand to signal she was filled.
“Thank you.”, she said breathily and burped. “Where’s my baby?”, she asked.
“The doctor said she was delivered prematurely. She’s in a incubator.”, Felicia answered.
“Have you seen her? Is she ok? What does she look like? Can I go and see her?”, Tinu rambled on one breath.

NaijaDonCast:
Firstly this is the first time I'm commenting on a literature thread, secondly, I'II be goofing not to acknowledge the exuberant performance the author put up on this story, normally I'm not a fan of fiction, because most fictionally developed novels and writings without undergoing thorough reviews are just too flawed or predictable and dead on arrival, from a scale of 0-10 i will want to score Milli 9/10 and the remaining 1 is left for the culture, this is a Virtuoso performance i must say, your choice of words were liberal, moderate and top notch although some readers like myself revel in a tease of vulgar. I want to also commend the way you have been able to relate with your audience thereby instilling a robust relationship with the readers, it seems you know properly the work ethics of the various characters and scene thereby creating no vague and ineptness, the twists? We love all the twists never bother about that

Today must definitely be Make MillieAdemi blush and cry day.


Thanks for the love and the rating, NaijaDonCast.


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bigbauer:
Milieademi wow. Wish I wasn't the one saying this, but you've disappointed me, I wasn't expecting this from you. I mean back to back updates no excuses, no delays? You got me floored. Hmm, this is the way to treat naysayers, you allow your success do the talking. Thanks. And hope this isn't one of those moments you just do some good, next thing you've relapsed to excuses and mediocrity?

bigbauer, you remind me of senseis and kungfu sifus. With all your tough love. In a way, my mum too


Guess what. I heart you. A really really pink heart.


Thank you so much.


I'll try not to disappoint you.


And P.S.


In your face, boo, in your face.

Oremeyii:
Awwwn, Millie! U posted so much updates and I wasn't around, I'm ashamed of myself for not logging in on nairaland for so long.

The twists, the onslaught of new characters, everything has me like....I'd have used emojis but u know na...

Tinu's suffering broke my heart, the guards were brutal!

Mr. Oduah's hate and all these hate for Tinu, me I'm not understanding o, I don't get why someone would just hate someone so deeply!

Dele's father should interfere and save Regina from the clutches of her grandfather or a pending orphanage home, they're not as rosy as they seem.

On a lighter note, I have to admit that I mixed up the Roses siiiince B4 this shit got serious even, I just started putting them together now.

Millie, u really really really did well with all these updates, it's a masterpiece, ur choice of words, the plot, ur twists. Everything is muah!
Ur story touches us, it makes us feel a variety of emotions, from anger, to fear, to love and even lust=_= and that's really something.
You've done a really good work babe, words can't express how much we all appreciate u.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn. Thank you so much for the kind words.

God, my cheeks are hurting.

Oyinibeji:
Millie dear, hmmm! it will be unfair for me not to comment despite being a silent reader on NL. You are good, Almighty God will continue to inspire you more. This is just the beginning for you.
Do u what? I ve read alot of novels, Sydney Sheldon, Hadley Chase and the likes so i know a good story when i read one.
Patiently reading the story since i came across it since yesterday, you kept me glued to my phone. Yet i was looking for how to judge your story but today you brought out the HIGH POINT of the story.
Bringing back Dele's father into the picture is what ve been waiting for, without Fola, Jola, and Dele's mum your story would have been incomplete.
But mehn! you are born to to do this.
Kudos to you, you made my reading worthwhile.
Waiting for more updates.

Dear, I'm blushing. My undertones are gleaming like 24 carat gold.

Thank you so much.

I'll try to keep making your reading worthwhile.

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Dr. Jola Ige dragged himself towards his office feeling drained and praying for the month to end. Then, his retirement would be official and he could relax peacefully at home. He wondered why the board would choose someone as lackadaisical as Dr. Owen Edoghame to replace him as head paediatrician. The man had not showed up for rounds for a week. The future of paediatriccs in the hospital was going to rest on the shoulders of an unreliable practitioner and in less than a month, it would cease to be his problem.
The eyes of the man he saw danced on his mind. Those eyes were so familiar but he couldn’t place his finger on whom he had seen them. Maybe he was the father of a child he treated. It had to be that. He settled his curious mind with that explanation.
“Doctor Ige.”, a nurse called as he passed by the nurses' station.
“Yes?”, he answered and turned to face them.
“You have mail.”, the nurse said and handed him some envelopes. He scanned through them. They were mostly invitations. Apparently, events would usher him into his retirement. A nurse ran into the station and panted, “Elsa left Roberto on the altar. She told him she still loves Guillermo.”
“What?!”, all the nurses exclaimed.
“The patient I went to give injection was watching it online.”, she said panting. One of the nurses nudged the rest to keep quiet thinking their brazen behavior was what made the doctor go ashen. They all busied themselves with little nothings hoping not to get scolded by the doctor.
They watched the man shake his head and gather his envelopes and leave without a word. They then turned to face the announcer.
“Mercy, didn’t you see Doctor Ige? You should have waited till he left before telling us that kind of news. I don’t want query o.”, a nurse said and continued filling out a form.
“Everybody knows Doctor Ige is either lecture or query. Frankly, I like my file the way it is. This one that he didn’t say anything. God please, I don’t want query.”, another nurse said fretting.
“Prisca, please I will follow you to your church. HR said if I get another query that is the end. God should let him forget about it.”, another one said.
“Assuming this stupid Doctor Edoghame will be responsible for once, shey Doctor Ige will not have retired since?”, the first nurse asked.
“That is by the way. Guillermo slept with Elsa after she returned to him.”, Mercy said in glee.
“Mercy, abi what are they calling you? Your head is not correct. It is because you are new, you are still doing yen yen yen yen yen yen yen yen. When you fill one of Doctor Ige's query and you have to answer a query five times, your sense that took vacation will return.”, Prisca said and grabbed a tray of tablets and pushed the nurse that cause the uproar earlier out of the way.
“Them no dey tell person.”, the nurse filling out the form said.
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Jola Ige shook his head at his stupidity and forgetfulness. How could he have forgotten Elsa’s eyes? Her milky white eyeballs and ink black irises had haunted him day and night when he first met her. He closed the door of his office and hung his coat on the rack sitting on the door. He never loved any woman the way he loved her and she slept with his brother. His twin brother. He had trusted her and loved her with every cell in his body. He would have done anything to make her happy. He had taken up more shifts at the hospital he was working in then to buy all her textbooks and hand-outs. He worked himself to death to put her through school. And when she kept having recurrent miscarriages, he stood by her. But his love for her meant nothing to her. She slept with his brother and lied that he raped her. He would never have believed the innocent young lady he fell in love with at the hospital would turn out to be a viper.

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He groaned and collapsed onto the waiting room bench, nearly squashing the demure lady beside him. He apologized offhandedly without really meaning it and wondered why he had been posted to a town on the outskirts of Lagos with close to zero hospitals. He could count the number of hospitals he had seen and been to on the fingers of one hand and they had all told the same thing. We don’t need a corper? Why on Earth wouldn’t they need a youth corper? He didn’t want to teach. All his mates had opted for schools and he wanted to make an impact, to save lives and to help people. He didn’t want to be writing lesson notes and marking assignments. If he did, he would have studied biology education. He looked out of the window and saw the yellow sun happily going about its quest to bake everything it radiated on. He wasn’t going to leave the breeze of this OX standing fan yet.
He noticed the lady beside him reading a book. He read a couple of lines and was intrigued. He leaned closer unconsciously to make out its title. The lady noticed him and scooted over to the other end of the bench and eyed him with disdain as though he had been untoward with her. Was she angry he wanted to learn the name of the novel she was reading or because his apology earlier on was insincere?
“I’m sorry for the way I sat earlier.”, he said. He saw the error of his way and he didn’t need to make enemies in a small town like this one. He wanted a peaceful service year.

“Don’t talk to me. I know what you corpers are capable of?”, she said haughtily as if he was a bacteria and so beneath her. Was he in a town where previous corpers had being mischievous and ruined the reputation of youth corpers? But everyone had been kind to him since he arrived. Or was it the same kind of kindness one showed a Christmas chicken. Feed it well and take care of it till December comes and then you slaughter it.
“What might that be?”, his curiosity and nerves spurred him to ask.
“I know what you corpers do to women. How you get them pregnant and abandon them all for your enjoyment.”, the lady answered and flipped to the next page. He raised an eyebrow. Did she think he could get her pregnant by merely talking to her?
Small town people and their small minds.
“You do know how pregnancy occurs?”, he asked. He had seen her reading a novel with heightened grammar. She must be educated. She ought to have learnt how pregnancy came to be.
“Of course.”, she said and turned to face him. He was taken away by how white her eyeballs were and how dark her irises were. “And I know how you corpers make it happen. How you resort to diabolical means to get girls and all what not. Guess what. I’m not going to fall into that trap.”, she stated and continued reading.
He could not hold back the boisterous laughter that left him

Ann2012:
Could Dele's father be the head paedetrician?
Why is Mr Oduah so wicked towards Tinu, I just hope Dele does the right thing now.

Thanks for the update ma'am, each one is a bomb

You're welcome love.


Ok, let me just me this clear. Though it will be stated in subsequent updates. Jason Oduah never wanted Tinu for his son. He only conceded to the marriage because of Chris's willpower and the love he has for his son.

We are soon going to find out just how much he loves his son.

Chuksdavis:
I think you are letting the story flow out in any direction as you type. You don’t have it completely thought out. That’s just by the way. Thanks for entertaining us with your wonderful writing skills. You might be good at many other things but I think this (writing) is what you are born to do.


“Well, I need you to seduce my wife.”, he replied.

Well, I'm restless and impatient when it comes to outlining. I simply just want to write when I get an idea. I'm not yet J.K. Rowling who can spend 5 years outlining.


That's by the way. You're welcome, love.


And you're totally making me tear up and blush.

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Felicia followed the guard to the solitary confinement cell area. She waited patiently as the man unlocked the cell grumbling under his breath. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched the man feign ineptitude, fumbling the padlock.
Whether you like it or not,you will open this gate today.
It wasn’t her fault the mad director chose to vent his frustrations out on him. All she wanted was for the pregnant woman in solitary confinement receive medical care and proper feeding. She didn’t even commit the offense she was even being punished for. The man opened the door and Felicia went in and caught Tinu lying on the floor. She thought she was sleeping untill she saw the blood streaming down her legs. She tapped Tinu but she didn’t wake up.
“Help!”, she screamed on top of her voice. She brought two fingers to the inside of Tinu's wrist and screamed with all the air in her lungs, “Help!.”

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Dele knocked the door again and waited for Ajiri to open the door. He could hear the sound of children laughing. He knocked again. God, what was the woman doing? He knocked again and rang the doorbell. He heard an I’m coming.”. A few seconds after, the door opened. The worried look on Ajiri’s face transformed into a scowl. He didn’t have time for her petty quarrels.
“I’m just coming from the prison. Tinu is in solitary confinement.”, he said.
“What?!”, Ajiri shouted in shock.
“The guards there told me she beat someone up.”, he explained.
“Tinu that can’t slap a mosquito to save her life?”, Ajiri asked. She invited him in and went to get her phone from the coffee table.
“Babe, they said Tinu beat someone up and she’s in solitary confinement.”, she rattled off to her husband who was refereeing the game of Scrabble between Temi and Tega. She saw Tóminí blowing raspberries on Chris’s stomach and watching him giggle in delight.
“Good afternoon, I’m Illiya.”, Ajiri said from his seat as referee.
“Dele.”, he said.
“Why aren’t the children in school?”, he asked and caused the children to look up.
“If you aren’t blind…”
“AJ”, Illiya scolded. “Children, can’t you greet?”, he said sternly. They all mumbled discordant good afternoon sirs and resumed their recreational activities.
“The children contracted chicken pox from school. They just recovered.”, Illiya explained.
“I’ve been calling Demola. He isn’t picking my calls. Babe, I have to go down to the prison. I’ve changed and fed Zino. Can you keep an eye on the children? Grace is with Zino so she should be good for now. But she'll be going to the market later.”, Ajiri asked fretting.
“Of course. Tega, go and bring the baby monitor.”, Illiya instructed.


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Felicia clamped her thighs together and rested her head on her palms and prayed for Tinu and for forgiveness.
Father, by your mercy, don’t let Tinu and her baby die. Father, please, have mercy on me. Let your healing power flow here today.
She sighed and stood and began to pace the hallway of the hospital. This was her fault. The Holy Spirit had been nudging her to speak to Jaiye about Tinu for over two weeks but she shunned Him. She had shunned the Spirit of truth. Look at the result of her foolishness.
Father, please let your mercy speak today.
Tears stung her eyes. She never would have raised the issue up with Jaiye if not for the dream Dapo said he had. The boy had seen his mother looking ghoulish, with the ability to save a drowning pregnant woman but walked away and the woman drowned. Tinu and her baby’s blood would be on her hand if anything happened to them. A sob escaped her lips. She fumbled her phone out of her pocket. She had to call her prayer partner.
“Hello.”, he said, picking up after the third ring.
“Hello, Jaiye?”, she sobbed.
“Felicia, are you ok? What happened at the prison?”, he asked alarmed.
“Jaiye, please can you pray with me? Please we need mercy. Tinu has to be operated on to save her and the baby’s lives. Jay, I need mercy. Jay, I need mercy…”, she sobbed harder and clamped her hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs.
“Felicia, calm down. Psalm 86 verse 5 says for thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee. And more importantly, the bible says in Hebrews For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in….”
“Time of need.”, Felicia completed. She wiped her tears. “Jaiye, I can’t string a decent prayer point together now.”
“Lean not on your own understanding. Pray in the spirit for…”,
“The Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.”, she completed again. That was his favorite verse to quote whenever they prayed together before they began to speak in tongues.
“Lean on the Spirit, my love. I’m on my way to court but I’ll be praying here as well.”, he said.
“Thank you, Jay.”, she said and sniffled.
“All will be well. The effectual fervent prayer of the righteous availeth much. I’ll call Brother Matthew and Sister Faith in Intercessory Prayer department. Just have faith. Prayers move mountains.”, he said.
“Thank you, love.”, she said and he hung up. She wiped her tears and began to mumble prayers in another tongue, the heavenly tongue. She paced the length of the hallway as she prayed.

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Tanya stood by the doorway listening to the voices coming from Gabriel’s apartment. She had been calling him for weeks but he refused to pick her calls. She had visited numerous times but he always seemed not to be at home. Today, she had caught him at home and with the racket he and whoever it was were making, he couldn’t feign absence. At first, rage coursed through her to hear it was a woman he was talking to but at she paid closer attention her anger faded into curiosity and worry.
“MJ, we are taking this revenge too far. We already put Tinu in Jail. Why on Earth do we have to kidnap her baby?”, Gabriel said sternly.
“I lost my own baby too. Or don’t you remember? And you are saying this revenge thing. Is it not your blood brother we are avenging? The son of your father and mother.”, MJ replied.
“MJ, we are taking it too far.”, Gabriel said.
“Too far is killing the baby like they killed Simon. I’m only going to have the baby taken to an orphanage.”, MJ said offhandedly.
Tanya gasped and left the doorway. Only God knew what they could do to her if they found out she had been eavesdropping on their not so quiet conversation. Tinu had been a good boss to her while she was a maid in her house but she had loved Gabriel more than any feeling of loyalty Tinu’s kindness could spur in her. But stealing her baby. All the maids knew how much Tinu wanted the baby. Even prayer warrior Grace carried the matter on her head and prayed about it whenever she had her disturbing night vigils.
To steal that baby was cruel. Gabriel didn’t want to do it, right? Maybe she could help thwart MJ's plan. She pulled out her phone and texted her boss’s father-in-law. If he chose to ignore it then it was no longer her problem. She removed the SIM she had bought for the purpose of sending the anonymous text messages to Chris and broke it.
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Dele looked up when his phone vibrated. Ajiri had gone home to take care of the children and he was left alone with the prison evangelist woman who had been muttering prayers in tongues since they got there hours ago. The woman reminded him of his mother who always prayed as though her life depended on it. She was probably praying too. She had said she would pray together with Donald for a successful CS for Tinu when he called her.
He brought out his phone and saw a text from Mr. Jason Oduah. “If you know you want your granddaughter alive and well and with your family you better be alert. Else, you will lose her and lose her forever.” Dele was confused. He saw an incoming call from Mr. Jason Oduah and he answered it.
“Dele, are you alone?”, the man asked as soon as Dele picked the call.
“Yes, sir”, he answered warily and walked away from the praying woman.
“I just got that text I sent you. The one threatening Regina.”, the man explained.
“Sir, what do we do?”, Dele asked.
“I am friends with the head paediatrician. Once, Regina is delivered, I’ll have them change her name to Patricia. Listen and listen carefully. Noone can know about this. The name that will be written on her incubator is Patricia Daramola. Do you understand? Tinu will be told her baby is dead….”
“What?”, Dele exclaimed.
“Look, I don’t care about Tinu. All that matters to me is the life and safety of my granddaughter. After a few days, Tinu will return to prison. You will have to stay in the hospital as the parent of the baby. When she is mature enough, I will fly her out of the country to be with C… her cousin. Margaux will raise her.”, the man explained.
“Ok, sir. I’ve heard you.”, Dele said.
“Thank you.”, the man said and hung up.


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Dele paced round the paediatric wing of the hospital. He had to meet the head paediatrician. Discuss with him. No, the man could be a loyal friend of Jason Oduah. He had to be cautious. He was about to double cross Mr. Oduah in his own turf. Caution was the rule of the game. He brought out his phone. He needed advise. His mother would know what to do. As he typed in his password, he walked smack into someone and his phone fell out of his hand.
“You youngsters and your phones.”, the elderly man complained as he dusted and smoothened out invisible drinks in his starched, white coat.
“I apologise, sir.”, Dele said and bent to pick up his phone. He looked up and met the scowling aged face of the one man he hated the most in the entire cosmos.
His father.
The man’s scowl faded as he stared at Dele. Why did his eyes look so familiar? He had to have seen those eyes somewhere. But where?
“I’m sorry. Excuse me.”, Dele said and turned to walk out of the wing. He wanted to do so many things to the man. To gloat, to hit him, to ask him how he could throw his wife and son away and never look back, how he could believe the lies of his brother and how he slept at night.

Hello,my lovelies. How's the day going? As if Ikeja Electric had a vendetta against me, there's been no light. And I can't cry.


Anyway, update will be in a bit.

And we made FP again. (Can I get a whoop whoop?) Thanks for the love fam. I love you all. So now I'm at a crossroads. And maybe we can resolve it together.

Ose is a character I love. Because he is the entire reason behind the second book. (Wait and find out how)

Should I give him a love interest or forget about it?


Please let's send in our views. Thank you.

NELLY1990:
Beautiful piece, keep it up. I loved the challenge and please whatever u set ur mind to do, do it. Don’t wait for human validation.

Thanks Nelz

Glossystar:
nice story
Pls it's (in a polite tone) not "in an polite tone" thanks
Keep up, good one.

Must have been a typographical error

tobbyoladejo:
Millie Millie �.. I just love this story so much. Thank you for giving these beautiful updates today. We'll love to see many updates like these every day if possible ehn�

Thanks love.


You're welcome


Everyday? I don't know . Today was a really good day for me. There was a lot of inspiration and light to charge my phone. Plus, I want to finish this part of the trilogy and get to the interesting part. Tinu's woes ti fe su mi.

Niwdog:
Today was lit
Update upon update
The story is tha bomb but I feel for tinu
The bae done too suffer

(in parte after parte voice) Update after update then we mash up the place.

Lol




Thanks love.


Well, all suffering comes to an end with death.

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Felicia clamped her thighs together and rested her head on her palms and prayed for Tinu and for forgiveness.
Father, by your mercy, don’t let Tinu and her baby die. Father, please, have mercy on me. Let your healing power flow here today.
She sighed and stood and began to pace the hallway of the hospital. This was her fault. The Holy Spirit had been nudging her to speak to Jaiye about Tinu for over two weeks but she shunned Him. She had shunned the Spirit of truth. Look at the result of her foolishness.
Father, please let your mercy speak today.
Tears stung her eyes. She never would have raised the issue up with Jaiye if not for the dream Dapo said he had. The boy had seen his mother looking ghoulish, with the ability to save a drowning pregnant woman but walked away and the woman drowned. Tinu and her baby’s blood would be on her hand if anything happened to them. A sob escaped her lips. She fumbled her phone out of her pocket. She had to call her prayer partner.
“Hello.”, he said, picking up after the third ring.
“Hello, Jaiye?”, she sobbed.
“Felicia, are you ok? What happened at the prison?”, he asked alarmed.
“Jaiye, please can you pray with me? Please we need mercy. Tinu has to be operated on to save her and the baby’s lives. Jay, I need mercy. Jay, I need mercy…”, she sobbed harder and clamped her hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs.
“Felicia, calm down. Psalm 86 verse 5 says for thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee. And more importantly, the bible says in Hebrews For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in….”
“Time of need.”, Felicia completed. She wiped her tears. “Jaiye, I can’t string a decent prayer point together now.”
“Lean not on your own understanding. Pray in the spirit for…”,
“The Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.”, she completed again. That was his favorite verse to quote whenever they prayed together before they began to speak in tongues.
“Lean on the Spirit, my love. I’m on my way to court but I’ll be praying here as well.”, he said.
“Thank you, Jay.”, she said and sniffled.
“All will be well. The effectual fervent prayer of the righteous availeth much. I’ll call Brother Matthew and Sister Faith in Intercessory Prayer department. Just have faith. Prayers move mountains.”, he said.
“Thank you, love.”, she said and he hung up. She wiped her tears and began to mumble prayers in another tongue, the heavenly tongue. She paced the length of the hallway as she prayed.

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Tanya stood by the doorway listening to the voices coming from Gabriel’s apartment. She had been calling him for weeks but he refused to pick her calls. She had visited numerous times but he always seemed not to be at home. Today, she had caught him at home and with the racket he and whoever it was were making, he couldn’t feign absence. At first, rage coursed through her to hear it was a woman he was talking to but at she paid closer attention her anger faded into curiosity and worry.
“MJ, we are taking this revenge too far. We already put Tinu in Jail. Why on Earth do we have to kidnap her baby?”, Gabriel said sternly.
“I lost my own baby too. Or don’t you remember? And you are saying this revenge thing. Is it not your blood brother we are avenging? The son of your father and mother.”, MJ replied.
“MJ, we are taking it too far.”, Gabriel said.
“Too far is killing the baby like they killed Simon. I’m only going to have the baby taken to an orphanage.”, MJ said offhandedly.





What do you think is going to happen? Teaser for tomorrow's update.

Night night my lovelies.

Last update of the day.


Comment levels are making me cry.

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Felicia followed the guard to the solitary confinement cell area. She waited patiently as the man unlocked the cell grumbling under his breath. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched the man feign ineptitude, fumbling the padlock.
Whether you like it or not,you will open this gate today.
It wasn’t her fault the mad director chose to vent his frustrations out on him. All she wanted was for the pregnant woman in solitary confinement receive medical care and proper feeding. She didn’t even commit the offense she was even being punished for. The man opened the door and Felicia went in and caught Tinu lying on the floor. She thought she was sleeping untill she saw the blood streaming down her legs. She tapped Tinu but she didn’t wake up.
“Help!”, she screamed on top of her voice. She brought two fingers to Tinu's wrist and screamed with all the air in her lungs, “Help!.”

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Dele knocked the door again and waited for Ajiri to open the door. He could hear the sound of children laughing. He knocked again. God, what was the woman doing? He knocked again and rang the doorbell. He heard an I’m coming.”. A few seconds after, the door opened. The worried look on Ajiri’s face transformed into a scowl. He didn’t have time for her petty quarrels.
“I’m just coming from the prison. Tinu is in solitary confinement.”, he said.
“What?!”, Ajiri shouted in shock.
“The guards there told me she beat someone up.”, he explained.
“Tinu that can’t slap a mosquito to save her life?”, Ajiri asked. She invited him in and went to get her phone from the coffee table.
“Babe, they said Tinu beat someone up and she’s in solitary confinement.”, she rattled off to her husband who was refereeing the game of Scrabble between Temi and Tega. She saw Tóminí blowing raspberries on Chris’s stomach and watching him giggle in delight.
“Good afternoon, I’m Illiya.”, Ajiri said from his seat as referee.
“Dele.”, he said.
“Why aren’t the children in school?”, he asked and caused the children to look up.
“If you aren’t blind…”
“AJ”, Illiya scolded. “Children, can’t you greet?”, he said sternly. They all mumbled discordant good afternoon sirs and resumed their recreational activities.
“The children contracted chicken pox from school. They just recovered.”, Illiya explained.
“I’ve been calling Demola. He isn’t picking my calls. Babe, I have to go down to the prison. I’ve changed and fed Zino. Can you keep an eye on the children?”, Ajiri asked fretting.
“Of course. Tega, go and bring the baby monitor.”, Illiya instructed.

He cleared his throat and downed his wine. “It’s getting late. I should return you home. I’ll fetch a coat. I don’t want everyone to see you like this.”, he said and stood. He made to leave but Rosanna latched onto his hand. He turned to look at her. She stood with tears in her eyes and said,
“Dare, everytime I ask you, you change the subject. Dare, are you playing with me? Because I don’t think I can take the pain a second time.”, she said with her voice quivering. “If this is another bet or game, tell me. I won’t hold it against you. I won’t even hate you. But please don’t let me feel all these…” She gestured at her heart, trying to find the right word. “all these feelings and emotions without knowing you’re on the same page with me. Dare, I’m trying so hard not to. But I’m falling hard and fast. All my defenses are crumbling right before my eyes and I can’t put them back together.” She looked into his eyes trying to find the answer but the cloud of emotion in them was unreadable. “ Dare, why the hell did you come back? I want to know.”, she yelled crying.
He pulled her flush against him and kissed the living daylights out her. “Because I love you, Rosanna. I love you like crazy. I never stopped loving you. And I don’t think I ever will.”, he breathed against her lips.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?”, she asked in fear and searched his eyes for traces of lies in them.
“I swear on the air I breathe, Rosanna. You’re the one my heart beats for and I love you with every fiber of my being.”, he said staring down into her eyes.
“Dare, please don’t deceive me. Tell me the truth.”, she said crying. She didn’t want to fall a victim again. She wanted to give him her whole heart, love and trust. But she had to make sure first. He had to be worthy.
“Rosanna, I love you. That is why I came here. I never forgot about you and I never stopped loving you.”, he stated and nipped at her jaw. “Youre all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I need to get by, Rosanna.”
“Dare.”, she moaned as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder.
“Rosanna, I’m crazy about you.”, he said. She curled her fingers into his hair and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him with all her pent-up love.


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Rosanna stirred and tried to stretch but a log was on her. She opened her eyes and saw Dare’s arm around her. He seemed like he was holding unto her to prevent her from running away. She turned to look at him. He looked so peaceful and content. She pressed a small kiss to his pink lips. She tried to remove his arm from around her but it wouldn’t budge. She then realized he was awake.
“Goodmorning, love.”, he said with his eyes still closed. If he hadn’t spoken, she wouldn’t believe he was awake. He pulled her closer to him and she smiled.
“Morning, Dare.”,she said smirking. She snuggled closer to him and she felt it. “Dare!”, she cried in shock.
“Once upon a time, you wanted to go again.”, he said and opened his eyes. She smiled and pressed her lips to his. She licked the seam of his mouth and he groaned. Her tongue darted into his mouth. She kissed him passionately and rolled over to straddle him. His palms went up to her hips and held them firm. Her tongue continued to dance with his and he brought his hands to her breasts and she cried out in pleasure. He took over and rolled them over onto Rosanna’s back. He pasted kisses to her neck and collarbone and then assaulted her breasts with his mouth. The singular act turned her in a thrashing, squirming mess of moans.
“Dare.”, she groaned in ecstasy. She felt his hand descend from her waist and travel to the Apex of her thighs. She moaned in anticipation and then the phone rang.
“F***!”, he cried out. He made to get up but Rosanna pulled him back and kiss him. He broke the kiss and whispered panting, “I am expecting an important call. I have to answer it.”
“But I’m wet for you.”, she moaned and suckled on his studless earlobe and her mischievous hand dipped past his waist to the organ that had poked her earlier
“F***, Rosanna.”, he called out. The phone rang out again and that broke the sexy haze clouding him. He grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. “Rosanna, give me five minutes and I’ll make it so that you won’t be able to walk straight for the next three days.”, he promised and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor and left the room.
Rosanna squealed in ecstasy and got out of the bed. She picked up his jersey and wore it. She walked towards the second door in the room hoping it was an ensuit. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She thank God she was on braids. Her foundation and powder had cleaned off some parts of her face and her mascara had run down the sides of her face. Her lipstick was smeared and lips were swollen. They had been throughly kissed. And she had done a bit of kissing of her own. She grinned and wondered where the boldness to do all the raunchy things she had done had come from. She pulled open one of the drawers looking for grooming items. She could go around with smudged makeup and morning breath. picked up one of the brand-new toothbrushes the hotel had left and a toothpaste that half full.
She found make up cleanser and an unused pack of cotton wool pads. She brought them out and drenched a pad of cotton wool with the cleanser and wiped her face free of the make-up. When she was satisfied with the result of the cleanser, she grabbed the toothbrush and removed it from it’s packaging. She squeezed some toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush and brushed her teeth. When she finished, she got into the shower tray . She packed her braids into a bun and wrapped it tight with a towel on the rack by the shower stall. She showered briskly with Dare’s bodywash and got out the stall. She removed the towel from her head and dried her body. She put Dare’s jersey back on and tossed the towel into the hamper. She picked up the packaging of the toothbrush she used and threw it in the trash can.
She left the bathroom and walked into the room. She picked up her dress and underwear from the floor and placed them on an arm chair. She picked up Dare’s jeans and placed them on the arm chair.
Where is Dare?
She walked out of the room and walked towards the living room. She saw him standing outside on the balcony still talking on the phone with a document in his hands. She stared at him watching the way the muscles in his back flexed as he moved his arms. She smiled and walked back towards the room. Rather than enter his room, she entered the room opposite his room which turned out to be his office. She went to sit in his chair and she spun around in his swivel chair like she used to whenever she visited her father’s office as a child. She opened his drawers looking wanting to know their contents. She pulled one the drawer on the right and found a stapler, Staples and and a file of documents. She closed it and opened the one on the left. She found it bare save for a bulky Manila envelope with Rosanna written on it.
She set it down on the desk and pulled out the contents. She saw pictures upon pictures of her. Pictures of her on her way to work, at the gym, at the supermarket, in her car. Some were of her standing on the balcony of her apartment. She recognized the picture of her laughing with her friends at a bar. This was the night of her graduation from Yale.
What the….?
She dropped the pictures and read the papers she had pulled out from the envelope. She clamped her hand against her mouth at the date on the document. It dated back to ten years ago. She flipped through the pages of the document. They stated how she spent her day, every day of every month for the past ten years. The dates stopped about seven months ago. That was when Dare came to Nigeria.
He had been watching her all these years








This update has to have the raunchiest scene I've ever written. God help me.


Please comment, loves.

He walked to the door and opened it, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time. He had never seen her in anything so daring and bodacious. She had always kept it demure and modest but elegant. He had never seen her so sexy. She had never shown so much skin in the years he had known her and watched her. Yes, he had watched her all the years they were apart. His private investigator kept tabs on her and sent him a report oh her every month. In all the pictures he received he never saw her in anything above her knee. It was always pants and knee-length dresses and skirts. She never revealed her cleavage or breasts. Now, the woman before him had broken her life long dress code. The woman before him had goddamn knocked the wind out of him. He vowed he wouldn’t bed her until she wanted him to. How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself when she was looking like a temptress sent from the depths of hell. Or was it heaven? Something so beautiful and gorgeous couldn’t possibly be made in hell, right?
She came in and the scent of strawberry and apricot hit him like a train.
God, she smelled so good.
He longed to run his nose all over her and fill his lungs with that mesmerizing fragrance. He cleared his throat and locked the door. “You look amazing.”, he breathed out.
“Thank you. You clean up nice as well.”, she said nervously and bit the inside of her cheek.
Rosanna, really? You clean up nice as well? Get yourself together. You’re a grown ass woman.
“Come in.”, he said and placed his hand on the small of her back. Right on her skin. Electric sparks flew from the point he touched her to every nerve ending in her body. She was all the more convinced she shouldn’t have worn that dress. He led her into the living room of his suite. She sat down on a loveseat and drank in the sight of him.
His biceps bulged as he crossed his arms across his chest. He was wearing one of his jerseys on jeans and his feet were bare. She wondered why he stopped playing basketball. He looked up at his face and caught it marred in a frown.
“What is it?”, she asked in concern.
“You didn’t hand me a coat.”, he stated.
“Because I’m not wearing any.”, she said with an eyebrow raised. That much was obvious, right?
“You came up here like this?”, he asked.
“Is there something wrong with how I’m dressed?”, she asked feeling self conscious.
“No, you look breathtaking. I don’t just fancy the idea of other people seeing you like this.”, he said and left her to check on what he was cooking.
Rosanna smiled as her heart warmed up. She gnawed on her cheek linings to stop her cheeks from swelling so widely but nothing could stop the grin on her face. She took off her silver stilettoes and padded in the direction of where the aroma of spices and cooked meat was coming from barefoot.
She stealthily walked to where he was standing in front of the cooker and wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his back. The crown of her head barely reached the mid of his back.
“You weren’t startled.”, she said.
“Youre not so light on your feet.”, he said as he stirred the contents of the saucepan.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”, she asked in mock outrage and released Dare and took two steps away from him.
“You’re perfect, Rosanna. You’re perfect just the way you are.”, he said as he turned to face her.
“Good answer.”, she said and hugged him. “I smell steak.”
“I’m making steak and shepherd's pie.”, he stated and placed the lid on the pot.
“Seems you’ve added more meals to your cooking repertoire.”, she said and leaned against the island.
“Well, early retirement does that.”, he said and walked past her to the refrigerator and brought out a cheese plate and a bottle of wine. He placed the on the counter and went to fetch wine glasses.
Rosanna picked up the bottle and studied the label. “Chardonnay?”, she asked and he nodded.
“With Brie?”, she asked after taking a bite out of the cheese.
“Hmmhmn.”, he answered as he poured out the wine.
“Excellent choice.”
“Only the best for you.”, he said and handed her a glass.
“Aren’t you the charmer?”, she said smiling. “What do we toast to?”
“To us.”, he said and raised his glass.
“To us.”, she said and clinked her glass with his.

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Alisdare's laughter died as he saw the rise and fall of Rosanna’s breasts as she laughed hard. As if that wasn’t enough, she crossed her legs and gave him a clear view of her caramel thighs. He wondered if they were still as smooth as he remembered. She uncrossed her legs and let out a breath clogged in his throat. She threw her hair over one shoulder and leaned forward to close the distance between them.
“Dare, why did you come here? After a decade, why didn’t you just move on?, she asked, all traces of amusement gone.
He sighed. He dreaded answering this question. How was he supposed to tell her he finally worked the courage to face her because he was afraid she was returning home to get married? How was he supposed to explain that he was afraid of losing her forever? Would she understand that he regretted what he did and he never stopped loving her? Would she believe that he was sincere about his feelings? What if this was all a fling to her? What if the mention of love scared her?
He cleared his throat and downed his wine. “It’s getting late. I should return you home. I’ll fetch a coat. I don’t want everyone to see you like this.”, he said and stood. He made to leave but Rosanna latched onto his hand. He turned to look at her. She stood with tears in her eyes and said,
“Dare, everytime I ask you, you change the subject. Dare, are you playing with me? Because I don’t think I can take the pain a second time.”, she said with her voice quivering. “If this is another bet or game, tell me. I won’t hold it against you. I won’t even hate you. But please don’t let me feel all these…” She gestured at her heart, trying to find the right word. “all these feelings and emotions without knowing you’re on the same page with me. Dare, I’m trying so hard not to. But I’m falling hard and fast. All my defenses are crumbling right before my eyes and I can’t put them back together.” She looked into his eyes trying to find the answer but the cloud of emotion in them was unreadable. “ Dare, why the hell did you come back? I want to know.”, she yelled crying.
He pulled her flush against him and kissed the living daylights out her. “Because I love you, Rosanna. I love you like crazy. I never stopped loving you. And I don’t think I ever will.”, he breathed against her lips.

hotswagg12:
Thanks for the update. You are a rare gem.

Awwn. Thanks b.

graciouslygrace:
thanks�����

You're welcome baby.

aprilwise:
Prison guards forcing theirselves on a pregnant woman . Wickedness of the world. Thanks for the update

According to what I found out about female prison in Nigeria. It is like the norm. Guards abusing inmates. Some women even get pregnant for these guards and deliver the babies in prison.

Nigerian prisons need to restructured. God will just help us in this country.

You're welcome by the way.

Ann2012:
Ohhh millieademi!!!! You're a darling, 2 bottles of ciroc for you.

Those warders must be castrated for desecrating Tinu like that�.

Love you too baby. I have no idea what ciroc is but thanks nonetheless.

ikhibones:
Nice one op..u a darling.. really enjoyed the updates..first time commenting tho, even if I have been following from the beginning..

Thanks love. You're amazing.