Adeola25:
Madonna the witch. Thanks for the update ma'am and more please

Witch? I wouldn't call her that. I just see her as trying to protect her percieved "territory". Of course she will challenge Awka. If na u nko?

Rosemary33:
Chapter 23

She came face to face with a bronze skinned middle aged woman who had taken the empty seat beside her.

“Sorry…my name is Madonna”

Hahaha.. I just knew it.. The witch has arrived and LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!!

I only wish Akwa REDEMPTION.

Morgan should have told her about his family, the witch Madonna beat him to it...

Thanks for the update ma’am

Modanna come and hear o. Everyone now calls you 'THE WITCH'

If it's me, I would have done the same thing. But to me, Madonna is still a witch. Make she leave our Morgan alone Jor. Lol

Adeola25:
If it's me, I would have done the same thing. But to me, Madonna is still a witch. Make she leave our Morgan alone Jor. Lol

I only fault morgan for not telling akwa about his family

peacy26:
I only fault morgan for not telling akwa about his family

I think you are a lady and that's why you talk this way ...
Normally, guys don't just give up their history because they love a lady or something.... Women are always the first to do such at least relay 70% of their previous life to their men...
Men give you like 5% at the start and as time goes on, depending on the trust built in the relationship overtime past life experiences and things you never know your man for will start coming out from his mouth....

Using my parents for example, nearly 3 decades of their marriage now and my mom still hears my dad tell stories about his life (before marriage) for the very first time but my dad knows my mom like the palm of his life same applies to every man out there I believe...

So, my dear, it's a "MAN-THING"

Good story

nice one rose...I love dis and as well learning igbo language,who knows maybe I'll end up with one later in future..but I'd love an intelligent igbo girl like rosemary but in akwuago's beautiful body

Enemies front and back, home and away but, i believe the innocent Akwaugo will triumph at last. Rosemary over to you.

I know it will come to this. I know this is a tip of the troubles yet to come but with love they can conquer Madonna

Weldone Rosie

Rosemary33:
My Novel "One more night" is set to be released by the end of this month. I am so excited and scared too.

If you have read any of my published works, you would know they are not the same with rough works here

I polish, re write, edit, add and remove before sending to an editor. So you know what is coming when you pick my works: a mixture of touching stories, romance and clean writings.

You don't need to be scared dear, if your rough work gives us taste for more then your finished book will be a best seller.
All the best Rosie

Rosemary33:
Okay...

Do you have this particular story on OkadaBooks too?

The story tight die

fataisulaiman:


Witch? I wouldn't call her that. I just see her as trying to protect her percieved "territory". Of course she will challenge Awka. If na u nko?

Her territory? Does Morgan belong to her, is she his wife or are they dating? Morgan have never accepted her advances for once, I dislike with passion women that throws themselves at men who don't want them and even go as far as hurting the ones they love, this is purely foolishness, territory gbakwa oku

I can't view the last update for days now, page 18 is not opening for me ���

divinelypruned:

Her territory? Does Morgan belong to her, is she his wife or are they dating? Morgan have never accepted her advances for once, I dislike with passion women that throws themselves at men who don't want them and even go as far as hurting the ones they love, this is purely foolishness, territory gbakwa oku

Note that I stated "perceived". She believes Morgan is hers, and seeing another beautiful and much younger lady in the picture will make her want to do everything possible to win him.

Rosie anything for the girls, I don refresh sotia I come try, abeg do am again nah �

Is this Morgan same as Morgan Cookey in 'One more night?'

Please I still can't load page 18 �
Can someone quote the whole story chapter 23 so that I can read it, pleaseee☹️

Rosemary33:
Chapter 23

“You look so beautiful ma’am”

Not beautiful- Akwaugo observed. Exquisite was the word. This woman, her house keeper, had pulled her front hair up, away from her face, leaving the rest to fall past her shoulder. She had flattered her with touches of gold scattered over her flawless skin. There was gold on her cheeks, eyelid even a subtle touch on her lips.

“A beauty like yours is rear” the woman stepped back and survey her

She smiled. It seemed she would have to get use to hearing that from people. Morgan had called her a mermaid once. She tilted her head to the side, admiring her white lace choker, straightened her white off shoulder blouse which was tucked into a black pencil cut skirt.

The buzzer rang.

“Its him” the woman said

“I am so nervous”

“You don’t have to be ma’am. he wants you by his side…”

Talking the talk wasn’t same as walking the walk. Morgan was going to address his partners and he wanted her to be there. “I want to be stealing glances at you while I close this deal” he’d say. She had felt like a queen when he’d beg her to follow him. Now excitement had turned to qualm.
The buzzer rang again.

“Here” the woman handed her handbag to her “Have a wonderful time Ma’am. don’t bother about Ola…me and that little baby have a lot to talk about while you are gone.”

She took the woman’s hands “Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would have done without you around”

“Oh stop. I am doing my job” the woman blushed and opened the door for her.

He was talking with some men when she came out. His back on her. she waited. Didn’t want to interrupt and trying to get a grip of herself. As if her silence announced her presence- he turned. What ever he wanted to say hung on his throat as he gaped. It took a throat clearing from one of the men for him to blink and grinned

He motioned her to join him “Everyone, this is my woman” he slid his hand round her waist, gave her trembling midriff a gentle squeeze as the men muttered their approvals. "You are the most beautiful woman that walked the surface of the earth" he whispered as he led her to the waiting car.

"You should get tired of me by now"

"When i have not even started? my love, i have so much to do with you" they were comfortably seated.

He was true to his words, made her seat very close to the stage. He would give her stolen glances, they smirked at each other- like a secret they shared, they spoke silently.

He was like a god standing there- a full definition of masculinity. He stood tall, chest thrusted out, a gleam in his eyes. This was his world, his territory- he ruled here. He was a man of power and he knew how to wield it. Like he had gotten hold of her heart, yet he seemed not to be in a hurry to possess her body- only teasing, tempting and heightening fire that smoldered within her. She lowered her gaze to her fingers. This wasn’t the place nor the time to allow her mind wonder or will her body to respond to the desire he had ignited in her.

“Mrs Ochudo?” a soft female voice whispered behind her.

She tilted her voice toward the voice. Everyone wanted to know about her- are you married to him? Where have you been all the while? Endless questions.

She came face to face with a bronze skinned middle aged woman who had taken the empty seat beside her.

“Sorry…my name is Madonna”

She took the woman’s extended hand “Just call me Akwaugo”

“Oh! You are not his wife?”

“Not yet…we are working towards it”

“Don’t mind me, I wanted to know who the beautiful woman beside our powerful Morgan is. I am glad to finally meet the woman after his heart”

The woman rose to leave “Akwa…uh…what do you do? You work?”

She didn’t prepare for that question and if her suspicion was right- she’d swear she sensed mockery and disdain hidden in the woman’s voice.

“I am a Nurse actually” that she was! Was it not just three days ago she got her appointment later from the University of Lagos Teaching hospital? Morgan had made it possible though he had pretended he didn’t. I only need a driver to take me there and I can meet who ever that is in charge myself, she had insisted. But the chief medical director had betrayed him.

“Oh, A nurse. Our Morgan prefers a nurse now” the woman looked her over “One more thing- did he tell you he already has a family? You need to find out more about him and his daughter”

What was she talking about? A family? A daughter? What was going on? Before she could ask the question that bugged her heart the woman had sashayed away.

*

She didn’t know which one grieved her the more- that he chose a mere nurse over her or the beauty she saw today. Madonna felt bitterness down her core, it twisted her stomach and made her want to puke.

He did it to spite her, bringing his harlot to an important business gathering like this because he knew she would be there. She clicked out of the conference hall scurried to the waiting taxi and buried her face on her palm as the vehicle left the venue. A seething loathe wrenched her gut, she felt like a fool- thinking South Africa would be the best place to make up with him, convince him, they would have had the best times of their lives! But he had come with his LovePeddler- a miserable nurse!

Her father would laugh at her. “Why don’t you get yourself another man buttercup. If this particular one doesn’t want you, then you shouldn’t push it” her father had warned. But her father didn’t understand what love is, he knew just one two things- business and fucking around.

She pushed herself inside her suit and let out a loud cry. She wouldn’t lose him, not to that light skinned jelly fish.

*

“You have not spoken to me since we entered this car. My love what is wrong?”

A special night for him, yet she wouldn’t share on his joy. What would make her countenance suddenly change? He thought they were having fun, now she had suddenly gone cold. He took her hand and she snatched it back. Adjusted her skirt and moved far from him.

“Asa please what is it?” he tried again

“Don’t call me that”

He clenched his fist, shut his eyes and heaved. The rest of his day was ruined.

She jumped off the car as soon as it stopped in front of the hotel, brisk- walking, she scaled the staircase in twos. He met up with her with faster gaits, grabbed her waist “Are you ready to tell me what is wrong with you?”

“Get your lying hand off me…” the tremor in her voice wasn’t unnoticed

He was taken aback by her sudden outburst. Where was that coning from? Him- a liar? He pulled her towards his room and forced her inside.

“Let me go!”

He took her shoulder and shook her furiously “Will you get a grip and let me know what you are talking about?”

“Your family you have been hiding from me! That’s what is wrong with me Morgan!”

He felt her shoulder sunk and her eyes held tears that would soil her beautiful face soon. He took his hands off her, dazed.

“What rubbish are you talking about? What family?”

“The one you hid away outside Nigeria! You have a daughter even. How could you lie to me? You deceived me…you know what I’ve been through” she sobbed

He wiped his face, sat on the sofa “Who told you this?”

“Does it matter? Are you going to deny it?”

“Yes I will deny every part of that story!” he sprang to his feet “Girl I am disappointed! How could you believe such a thing about me, you didn’t even wait to hear from me!”

“One question Morgan. Do you have a child?”

He didn’t answer. How could he have waited this long to let her know about his Ariel? He could he be this stupid?

“Answer me Morgan…you have a child?”

here you have it

Ellafav:
Please I still can't load page 18 �
Can someone quote the whole story chapter 23 so that I can read it, pleaseee☹️

quoted

Pofgrace:
here you have it

thanks a lot ��

Pofgrace:
here you have it

rubbish! So u had to quote d whole episode just to prove your point? Come closer lemme land u some slaps

elmagnifico411:
rubbish! So u had to quote d whole episode just to prove your point? Come closer lemme land u some slaps

no I asked for it, I couldn't load page 18 for the past 5 days so I haven't been able to read chapter 23 �... Now I have and am looking forward to next chapter �

elmagnifico411:
rubbish! So u had to quote d whole episode just to prove your point? Come closer lemme land u some slaps

someone asked for it bro

Yes, that's him you read the story? wow!

Gloriagee:
Is this Morgan same as Morgan Cookey in 'One more night?'

Chapter 24

He pinned her to the seat. Strong arm astride her, restraining her from bolting as soon as their car stopped in front of her house

“Stay” his cold deep voice was enough to get her butt glued to the car seat.

He stepped down and spoke to the nanny for a while and returned “She requests you express some milk for the baby”

“I don’t have the pump with me” She stuttered

“Where will I find it?”

“In my room, at the cabinet beside my bed”

He trotted off. Her eyes followed until he disappeared into the house. She suppressed the sob that hung in her throat and looked away. Bit her trembling lower lip. The strain between them threatened to choke the life out of her if she didn’t put things right.

She had thought she could do that two nights ago, but he had returned with some people, had kissed her on the lips and sent her off. A pretense- put up as a cover.

The seat depressed with his weight. He handed the pump to her. she waited.

“Do you need help? I can hold the breasts while you do your thing”

His humour wasn’t unnoticed, same as the leer in his eyes. She shook her head “No, I will be fine” she propped her top, hand trembled as she eased a breast out of her bra cup. She flashed him a glance- he’d stare! Only looked away when her eyes caught his. She felt naked before him, the pump slipped off her hand and she swore under her breath

“Let me help”

He was by her side before she could suck in air into her tightened chest. His heavy breath ruffled the hair at her nape, his scent! strong, and over-powering. He gently pushed her back into the seat

“Relax, I am not going to bite except you want me to”

Oh, how her hands itched to grab his collar and sink her tongue into his mouth.

He covered her hand with his as she struggled to steady the shield on her nipple. The helm of her blouse kept getting on the way. She felt like crying, clumsiness had decided to visit her today of all they- with him watching!

She fluttered as his fingers brushed her bare breast while, wetness flooded into her mouth, her skin tingled with the awareness of him. “Thank you” she muttered

“It’s a great pleasure, my love. Take your time”

Finally, the job was done, delivered to the Nanny. He tapped at the partition between them and the driver, the car was brought to life- pulled to the road.

*
“What will you have me do?”

The bones in his fingers tugged him to circle he fleshy neck of the priest and squeeze tight. The eyes of the gods don’t ask mortals questions- they tilt their ears to their dirty wooden carvings and come up with solutions.

“My wife broke the oath. She had uncovered my unclothedness for everyone to see”

“I ask you again, what do you want Okija to do?”

Mezie cracked his knuckles and leaned forward “Let Okija do what he promised. The penalty for her crime is death!”

“You want your wife to die?”

“An oath is an oath! The penalty is death…it is not my fault” he batted his eyelid and adjusted his buttocks on the bench. He shouldn’t be seen as the bad one, if Akwaugo had kept her mouth shut- he wouldn’t be here reminding a deity of his commitment.

The priest’s gaze burned his face, piercing into his soul- it searched out his coldness.

“You are a selfish man. You didn’t care for that woman”

Who was this man to tell him about not caring for Akwaugo? What did it even matter what he felt for his wife? He had been hurt! Disgraced by the same woman, for what? She was the selfish one- selfish and wicked.

“I have done nothing but love my wife since I married her. I gave her everything, she has paid me back with evil…”

“That wasn’t what I see the day you brought her here. I saw a frightened woman, who was ready to do anything you wanted…not every woman would have done that”

He hunched- elbow on his laps supporting his weight. “I want you to understand that I am a sinking man” his voice quaked, more interrogation from this priest and he would break down. “I lost everything…she took all from me” he mellowed his voice.

The silence that followed made him uncomfortable. It was a bad idea coming here. Somehow, the deities had gathered themselves against him.

“Okija have received your offering and have heard your complaint. You will hear from Okija soon”

*
A volcano. That was the best way to describe what she had turned him into, his inside was boiling, with anger first, then jealousy. She had decided to avoid him after the night she found out. Smiling and laughing with those men back there except him.

He loosened his tie, unbuttoned and folded his sleeves, clasped his legs to hide his arousal. F*ck! It was difficult to be with her for a few minutes without feeling like making sweet love to her. He rested his head and watched her from the slit of his eyes, the swollen of her bosom, the softness of her bulged skin, his eye strayed to the hollow between her two breasts- at least she had given him that privilege and had not buttoned all up.

She bit her lips and looked away, he would have loved to have those lips trapped in his, her tongue captured inside his mouth while he sucked greedily of her sweet fluid, but she had decided to shut him out, torturing him- very close yet he couldn’t touch or hold her hand. F*ck! He muttered again, earning himself a glance from her.

The car pulled into an already opened gate and stopped

“We here love”

“Where is this place?”

He followed her gaze to armed security men at the gate. Took her arm and pulled her closer “This is my home, don’t be scared”

She turned her face to him, confusion written all over her

“Another thing I am apologizing for, I should have brought you here earlier, but I wanted to give you freedom…” who was he kidding? This was his sanctuary, a wall that hid his flaws. He wouldn’t be able to control himself around her here. “I was waiting for when the time is ripe”
She didn’t seem to make sense out of anything he just said

“I am sorry for keeping so much away from you”

She nodded

“Come, I have a lot to show you” he squeezed her hand “Please”

Leaning against his door, legs crossed, he watched her twirled, the childish gleam in her eyes made him grin, he tilted his head sideways and observed her angelic beaming face.

“This is suited for a king!”

She made him laugh, easing himself off the door and came to her. “I am a king.” He stroked the back of her palm, the edge between them forgotten. And you will be my queen, beautiful one- he thought

“Why did you finally decide to bring me here?” her eyes softened.

His gaze moved from her face to her neck, his hands skimming their way down her body and settled on her hips. She felt curvaceously desirable, he couldn’t resist the urge to slid his palms to her ass, grabbing them gently and sucking in air through his teeth. Right now, he would want to do more things than just hold her like this, but he would keep his words- he would marry her properly- that is if she would want to have him.

She kept sticking out her tongue and wetting her lips, and the movement of her breasts against his chest. Damn it! Who was he deceiving- this was going to be so difficult for both of them, he fused his lips with hers and every thought of waiting vanished. Actually, he couldn’t think at all- only feel!
And Akwaugo felt so good to him. her body curved into the hard couture of his, her hands tightly gripping his head, her fingered dug into his hair- pulling and massaging his scalp. This is his woman!

When was the last time he ravished the body of a woman? Akwaugo had made him stay away- he didn’t feel any other woman was worthy, and feared he would soil himself- he wanted to be pure for her.

Now he knew how a thirsty man in a desert had to feel when offered water because all he wanted to do was to continue drinking and never stop.

“Nkem…” she moaned, wrapping one of her legs around him. his fingers depressing into her smooth flesh, finding their way to her pantie-line, he moved it aside, caressed her bare butt and worked his way up to her front folds from behind. She gasped and held him tightly.

She was wet! Covered his fingered with her juice, and her eagerness surprise and excite her.

“You want this” he muttered

A mistake!

She brought down her legs and lowered her gaze in shame. “I am sorry…”

“Oh, stop my love,” he pulled her to him “I want you as bad as I want to breath”

She said nothing

“You are shy? my love you shouldn't be ashamed, you can command me if you want.” he muttered.

She swallowed. Bit her lips “I have not done this for a long time. My husband…Mezie…we didn’t do it…”

Jesus Christ! What was she talking about, “You mean he didn’t have sex with you for how long?”

“His manhood stopped walking after our first year of marriage”

“That was why you came to me?”

She nodded

“F*ck!” he shook his head, “I thought it was just that he can’t father a child- I didn’t know…” he looked her over

“What I had with you was…”

“Good gracious!” he propped her face up “Marry me”

“What?”

“Yes Akwam, Marry me now.”

“But it’s not as easy as you think! My mum said Mezie had refused to accept the bride price”

“Forget about him, just say ‘yes’ to me and I will go down to that village myself. Money stops bullshit!”

This shouldn’t be hard. He loves her so much, and he knew she cares about him a lot. And she was the mother of his daughter! Why is she hesitating?

“I have a curse hanging on my neck Morgan, I told you about it”

He let go of his hands around her. unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his singlet over his head dropping both on the floor.

“Look at this” he pointed at the ugly scar on his chest. "I have not told you the story- I didn’t know you would come back to me so soon. But I think I have to tell you now…”

He guided her hand to his chest; her finger ran the crooked line of the scar.

“I did it for you, to break the curse, my love. The day you gave me my little angel and was struggling with your life, I followed Mezie to where you took the oat and paid the price”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she stared into his eyes

“I didn’t want to claim you just because of that. I wanted you to make decisions that would suit you without feeling indebted to me”

“Oh, Nkem”

“Beautiful one…Can’t you see? No curse can stop us!”

But trouble brewed in the dark. forces- both human and... not so human

Yeah, I did. Thought to myself its either the same Morgan or this lady loves the name too much. He sounds better in this story tho

Rosemary33:
Yes, that's him you read the story? wow!

Thanks for quenching my thirst Rosie

thanks op. morgan and akwa i dey fear for una o. the gods should pls show them mercy.