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When is episode two coming up
I can't wait

Shegson12345:
Wao. Love really happen

lol, yea
Episode two dropping this night

Episode one


Fairy tales and love affairs were the things that made up my whole life. I never saw things from another perspective other than love. It was the sweetest feeling. I can't say much about my life probably because there's nothing to be said. I have been in so many relationships in my life that my friends wondered if cupid had decided to be cruel to only me by giving me the love charm. Don't be mistaken about my life, I am not a prostitute, I don't sleep around with anything under trousers. I actually came for a decent home and a decent God fearing family. I just happen to be the love Queen. Well am not a teenager, I am actually a woman of about thirty four years but still isn't married because all the men I've been with never stay for long.
I know I have been swerving from right to left about my relationship life. Here's the story of the last one I was in.

Charles, was a very fine man, tall, rich, stubborn(i actually like stubborn guys), perfect, he was everything that every woman dreamt of in a man. He was charming, had his own house. It seemed like God took his time to build this creature.
We met at a business meeting which was organized by my company. Oh! I didn't tell you how rich I was too.
I actually run a fashion organization where we train models from different face of the world. When I'm talking about models, I don't just mean male and female models but also animals. You could call me a fashion mogul because I was ineptly inlove with fashion and I made good income from it. A woman that owns such an organization where tons of rich people and fashionistas come to visit, is not just a small woman.
So enough of talking about myself, let's go back to Charles.
I invited Charles organization, to come witness the great show I was going to put up in early May. I wanted it to be magnificent, so therefore, I needed intelligent heads to contribute in setting up the show. Charles on the other hand, happened to be among the intelligent heads who attended the meeting.
Well, as everyone was settled in the meeting room, I decided to step in as a boss. Not for popularity because I already had enough. But for everyone to see what an elegant, intelligent, beautiful and adorable woman they came to work with, for I haven't seen most of them in my entire life.
As I walked majestically into the room decorated with lovely vase of flowers, painted with cream and black colours. Most of the furniture where colour white and black, it was plain and beautiful (you could imagine the Kim Kardashian's family house). So I walked in, Charles eyes and my eyes met coincidentally. I wasnt supposed to look at anyone, I was ment to focus on my seat but Lord knows why I had to look at charles(mind you, we haven't met before). I lost balance and almost tripped but I controlled myself. I was wearing the latest Versace designers heel shoes and the clothes to match. I tried to maintain myself and walked straight to my seat. I sat down, took a sip of the coffee set beside me on the long decorated most expensive table in the whole world.
Well, the coffee was ment to get me relaxed and calm but unfortunately the coffee lost its powers, I became restless. Charles was staring at me the whole time and I became more uncomfortable. As devil may have it, I lost everything I wanted to say. I quietly whispered to the next person on my left to tell everyone that the meeting is been postponed. Being human, they murmured what I couldn't hear and left. I couldn't believe myself. I noticed Charles didn't leave, he was there watching me. I fell pale, the whole room seems to be on fire, an unusual hotness filled the whole place and I wondered if the A.c was still functioning. My whole body started twitching and my stomach made such loud and horrible noise that only me could hear.
He came closer, sat beside me "Are you alright? " he asked almost immediately. I raised my brows and gave him thumbs up. My lips were literally locked, I became weak all of a sudden.
"would you mind me getting something for you?" he asked again.
I put my thumb down signifying a NO.
Well, all this drama for just a guy, you might be wondering but Charles was not just any guy. He was an angel, one in a million and rare. Remember, I made mention of his charming looks.
What happens next?

Can I get the writers number

Watch out for part two

PART ONE

jasmine was the name I gave my daughter after she was born. She was an epitome of beauty, intelligent in her little years and was richly blessed by God. She's the only one that has taken away all my pains ever since I got married to that wretched and filty man.
I got married at the age of eighteen because I had no mother and my elder brother refused to take care of me. My whole family was against me and called me cursed cuz my mother died after she gave birth to me. My father on the other hand loved me so much and nurtured me till I was fifteen years, then he died of stroke. I cried my heart out that day for I knew what I was bound to face.
Surprisingly, everyone was good to me on t he day of his burial and offered me lots of love. It was time for everyone to return to their various families. A lot was casted to know whom would take me and groom me. The lot fell on my elder brother who frowned disheartedly. I always noticed his hatred for me. I seem not to understand why he hated me with so much passion.
After everything was settled I followed my elder brother back to his house. He lived in three bedroom apartment with his wife and four children. The children were lovely just their mother was one hell of a crazy witch. She hated me right from the very first day she saw me. When she found out I came up stay, she decided to make good use of me. I turned into their house help.
After two years of staying with them, my fate changed. My uncle came home one day With another man whom he introduced to me as my soon to be husband. I looked at him, he gave me a broad smile that was almost stretching to his eyes, I have never seen him smile like that to me before. I fell pale. I took a quick glance at the man and saw a tarted man with no hope for the future. He was skinny, dark, tall, has a stench of alcohol in his breadth. To make matters worse, he was poor. I left the parlour, crying helplessly.
Few months later, he paid my bride pride. Lord knows how much my uncle charged him and how he got the money. A date was fixed to my wedding. I cried so much but no one was there to help me, I had nobody.


The day to my wedding came, I had no clothes to wear of shoes to put on. My aunty badged into my room and threw a gown she must have brought out of her closet. It was multicolored, she gave me widow's type of hat and asked me to get dressed quickly that everyone was waiting. I hurriedly entered the bathroom to wash up. I wore the clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a girl who has been abused all her life and who was struggling to cope despite the hardship. A girl who is getting married to a man she barely knew or loved. As I looked deeper, I saw something else, something totally different from the life I was living but the voice of my uncle's wife interrupted and I left the mirror and went to meet her.
The wedding was hell on its own because the only people present was my uncle, his four children, his wife and the man. Tears rolled down my eyes and I began to sob uncontrollabley. For the first time, my aunty stood from her chair and whipped my eyes telling me that everything is for my own good. I tried to fight the tears but I couldn't.
I was asked to sit beside my husband. My uncle poured some type of wine into a glass cup and asked me to drink and give my husband. I drank a little and passed to him.
Everyone laughed hysterically and minutes later, I and my new husband was on our way to my new home. I took nothing with me except the clothes I was wearing. I knew that after that day, I wont have anything to do with my uncle and his family.
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