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skubido:
Comma continue ooooo



Thanks for the update

Always

Ann2012:
Open up to your husband Wuraola!!!

Thanks for the update

Pleasure

enirock:
Most marriages tend to fall apart because we forget that before we became married, we were friends. Now that her husband is beginning to accept her, this is when she would have shown her vulnerability yet she goes out to her office mate. For me I think going to Niyi was not the right move.
Thanks for the update and hope the light situation been resolved?

It has been resolved. Thanks sweets

enirock:
Abeg ooo who see/hear from Stargurl
I have become a stalker of this thread(in perpetuity). Make she come release me ooo. Hope you are fine?

Yeah...all is been fine, thanks.

Episode 13



" Stop crying, Wuraola. We wouldn't want to attract other staff attentions, would we?" Olaniyi whispered soothingly as she fought back her tears.


" I...i Know this is hard, but trust me, it's the best thing to do at this point." He said motioning towards her. He became more sad, seeing how frailed the woman who gives him sleepless nights has become and he inwardly cursed Oluwole.


" You will tell your husband the entire truth before he does." He blurted staring intently at her teary eyes.

She trembled with fears and became astounded at Niyi's words, even though she had earlier contemplated on telling her husband.


" Listen, dear. I'm a man myself, and if.....if... I were in your husband's shoes, it will be more easy for me to look past your past if you told me yourself before anyone does." He revealed.


We'll have a past, you see.... and at some point in our lives, we've all made some not so ... pleasant decisions either as a result of our helplessness or ignorance.


" He gave you twenty four hours ultimatum, right?" He inquired, taking a glimpse at the large Hito clock hung on her emrald green painted office wall, and she nodded.


" Reveal all... to your husband before the time runs out."

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" I love you so much, Arike mi o won ( my dearest Arike)" Maleek said on the on other end of the phone, and Biola rolled her eyes.


" Gosh! Maleek..., you've said that mutiple times." She replied with butter flies in her tummy, even though she pretended to be nonchalant.


Their relationship has grown stronger ever since she accepted to be his girlfriend. She isn't the type who would fall for sweet words, and even though she likes him a lot, she wanted to be sure that his feelings for her are truly genuine.


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"Hey, handsome!" Korede hailed as he walked into Bamidele's office, and brought him back from his trance.


He's been staring at Wuraola's picture on his phone with so much admiration, that he didn't realise when he came in.


" You're smiling, dude. What's the occasion?" He asked wondering if had he won a multi-billion contract.


" It.... Nothing, Kore. I j-just." He said as he fumbled with words and beamed.

" Something is definitely wrong, Bamidele. It been a while I see you smile so genuinely."


"I...I think... I'm liking her. Hell yes! I think I love her." He confessed abruptly.

" What?! I said it, dude. Your wife is a wonderful being for you to not for in love with her. She's Wonderful just like my Kemisola." He said.


" Well... I'm happy a Casanova found love." Bamidele said and chortled.

royalguy123:
must you quote the whole episode just to write this
haba are you a stammare

Lol.... it's well....

SheWrites:
MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 35

Dear Diary,

30th July, 2019.

Hmmmm... this last couple of days has been kind of traumatic for me. Most times, when I wake up in the morning, I don't feel like getting up. I prefer to lie in bed, hoping that every hour of that day will slip by in a flash. And even when I get hungry, I am not even encouraged to get up. More than once, my mum had to pull me out of bed and made sure I took my bath and get some food into my depressed body system. I think my taste buds has gone on riot too because, whenever I spoon food into my mouth, I have no irking whether it is sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, or simply tasteless.

I think I have turned into some kind of zombie. I walk around my mum's apartment, from the kitchen to the sitting room and back to the guest room without an idea of where I was or where I was going initially. I think my mum is worried. She always have a kind of scared look on her face whenever she comes to get me out of bed every morning.

I know, I know, I have lost some weight. My skin looks pale and even when I smile, my eyes depict a mournful look. Whenever I look in the mirror, I see the twin sister of a widow. I look like I have just lost my husband! But, he isn't dead. He is alive... but the feeling I get whenever I think about him, it will be an understatement if I say that I loathe him right now.

I hate my husband and I have every reason to. I think I regret marrying him. Maybe I wwould have been better off single and... and what? I don't know. But, everything else seem better than this pain, this heart wrenching feeling I get whenever Praise crosses my mind. It is so, so painful. And it makes me wish I was dead. This is just too much for me. I don't deserve this. Regardless of whatever I might have done in the past, I don't think I deserve what Praise did to me.

After all, I begged him. I asked him time and time again to cut off from his ex. But no, Mr. I-am-not-a-child decided to dine with the witch and she got her fangs deep inside him. I so, so hate that woman.

Ah! This life sha!

And to think of how many times I told Praise that his ex was bent on getting him back. He turned a deaf ear to my warnings and pleas. He thinks he is Superman or some kind of super human that can wade off enticement and seduction from a professional temptress. He should go and ask Samson. The guy couldn't resist Delilah! And she ruined him!

It's got nothing to do with might and strength or smartness. When it comes to someone that you've got a thing or two for, especially your ex, as a married person, you've got to cut all ties with this person and stay away. Period! It's suicidal telling yourself that you can handle it. Ask Joseph, he had to run away from his boss's wife. If not, he would have banged the life out of her. And definitely, it will continue. It doesn't stop!
You can't stop that kind of passionate sin once you start it. You will do it again and again and again, until you get drowned in it. Possibly, you might lose everything dear to you in the process.
Look at Praise and me now... what's going to happen to us?

Yesterday, he showed up at my mum's place with his parents, his sisters and their husbands. My mum and I were not expecting them. She called my siblings immediately and they came promptly with their spouses. It was a full house. Too full if you ask me.

I didn't want to see anybody, especially Praise, but my mum begged and begged, until I agreed to sit beside her. Praise's people apologized on his behalf. And they all pleaded that I should return to my matrimonial home.

Do they even understand the condition of my heart at the moment? I was in no shape to return to my husband's house. What if I wake up in the middle of the night and I become bitter enough to stab him in the heart? Is that not double trouble? Or triple gbege, Ehn?

Abeg, abeg, abeg. People should stop tempting the devil, biko.

Praise came to where I was seated and he went on his knees. At first, I was beyond irritation. If he dared touch me, I was more than ready to slap some sense into his thick skull. I didn't want him coming close to me at all.

Oh diary, all the pains and hurts I had been dealing with over the last couple of days came rushing at me like a flood. I was angry and pissed and I wanted to strangle my husband.

Praise apologized for cheating on me with his ex and he asked for my forgiveness. He told me that he never stopped loving me and he couldn't possibly live without me.

Bullshit! He should have thought of all that before he went banging his ex. Anu-ofia! Ewu! How am I supposed to forgive him? They don't sell forgiveness at the market, abeg.

I looked at my husband for the first time since he arrived and I was a little bit surprised. Praise had lost some weight! He had like a two day beard on his face, his eyes looked empty and pale, like he had not slept in days and I began to feel sorry for him. The pain in his eyes testified that he was also suffering, as a result of what he had done to me and to our marriage. I felt a tinge of happiness because I was enjoying his misery state.

But, I wanted more. I wanted him to feel everything I felt. I wanted the pain that had been ravaging my soul to consume him. I wanted... I wanted...

Praise started to cry and I became weak. When was the last time I saw him cry? Can't remember and I didn't want to care. He cried and cried and begged me to return home with him.

Unfortunately, his sad tears wasn't enough to melt the hatred in my heart. Yes, I could see that he was kind of remorseful, but, I was cheering on for vengeance. I wanted him to pay!

I told him that I needed time to sort my feelings and think about his request. He and his family weren't to happy about my response, but they all knew they had no other choice than to wait and hope for the best.

Honestly, I go kill somebody if I had followed Praise home yesterday.

When Praise and his people left, my siblings and their spouses advised me to take my time to weigh my options before taking a final decision. When they left, my mum pulled me aside. She said I needed to return to my husband's home in the next 24 hours.

As in, how now? Na by force? Abeg, mama should free me, biko.

My mum said if I don't return, I might as well have given the white witch the opportunity she needed to take over my matrimonial home.
Leave that thing! Dey no born dat yellow pawpaw well! Take over whose home? If I hear...

My mum said Praise was very vulnerable at the moment and if Diana lay her hands on him, he won't be able to resist her seduction and he would definitely fall into her trap again.

Mumsie said Praise needed me more than I can ever think of now. She said he needed me by his side to fight off the hold Diana has on him.

I became angry. I didn't know I married a spineless idiot. Abi, what's stopping him from saying no to his ex? Na so him body dey shake up and down?

But the more I thought about it, the more I saw sense in what my mum said. Even after I said 'no' to Kingsley, he kept coming back, hoping that I would change my mind miraculously. Diana is probably hoping that Praise will also become hers for keeps. God forbid!

Yes, I hate my husband right now, but, I still love him with every fibre of my being. I hate to admit this, but, it's true... I still love my husband and this is killing me. His actions has caused havoc within me. And I don't even know how we're ever going to get around this.

I am not even sure if things will ever go back to normal between us... we don't even have a 'normal' anymore. It's being chaos upon chaos these past few months.

No one told me that marriage was like this. No one told me you can love and hate someone at the same time. This is just so, so crazy.

This is definitely not how I planned things, but... I think I am going to listen to my mum.

Diary, I am moving back to my husband's home tonight... If I wait till tomorrow, I might change my mind. It is now or never, once I am done writing anyway.

I can't get the image I saw in my living room out of my head. Seeing Praise pounding into Diana has left a deep wound in my heart. I keep waking up to the sounds of their passionate screams. How am I going to survive this nightmare? I don't want to end up at Yaba left.

Was this how Praise felt when he saw Kingsley doing things to me? How long did it take before those excruciating images left his brain? Did it ever leave?

Oh God! I think I am in so much trouble right now. How am I ever going to get past this new craziness in my life?

God... Chi mo!

It's well....
Thanks for the update@shewrites

skubido:
It will not be easy for her to share it with her husband cuz they are not good terms,... But i think no matter what she ought to have give it a try.... No one can tell




Thanks for the update

Most welcome

Sheddee:
Strange how she can share her problems with a stranger/ staff
Instead of her husband
U are doing a nice job

Thanks. Niyi and her are coworkers and friends. So, he isn't a stranger.

Ann2012:
I feel for Wuraola Oluwole is a goat!!!

Thanks for the update

Most welcome

Episode 12




Olaniyi heard light sounds of sobs as he ambled towards Wuraola's office. He walked briskly into her office and saw her figure facing the Venetian blind window as she stared through it, while trying to suppress her sobs.


He motioned towards her looking anxious, and she spun around, flinched like a child caught in the act.


" What happened, dear? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me now and I will.....!." He said and hit his fisted hand in the air.

" N- no one has hurt me, Niyi." She retorted as more tears pricked from the coners of her eyes.



" Tell me what's wrong, Wuraola. I can't bear seeing you like this." He said as he gazed deeply into her eyes and dabbed her tears away with his thumb.


" I'm being blackmailed." She blurted out as more tears poured down her face.


" What! Who's blackmailing you?and what are you being blackmailed for?." He inquired and exclaimed.

"It's a long story."

" I'm all ears, if you're willing to share, dear."


" I-i was in year three at the University when my father had leukaemia. Mum and I sought all ways we could to get money for his chemotherapy treatment, but we couldn't. Not even from the government he served for many years..., as his pension didn't seem forthcoming. He was still at the localised stage then..., And we were advised to get money for his treatment as quick as possible, before the cancer spread to other areas of his body.


So...I...I... Had no other option than to go out with my friends on several occasions to get the money for his treatment." She narrated and paused for a while and watched his expression.


" I....was introduced to several rich men...., A-and that was how I met Oluwole. He is a son of one of the affluent politicians and a drug addict. He became so obsessed with me after our first encounter, that he didn't back off even when I blatantly said I'm no more into such filthy lifestyle." She said and her phone chimed from the middle of her desk.


She cringed as she saw the number she very well recognised even though she didn't save it. She shakily dragged the accept button, and the familiar deep voice spoke from the other end.


" I want to believe you've made a decision by now, yes....?." He spoke with hint of mockery in his raspy voice.


Olaniyi guessed whom she was speaking with the moment her expression became more timid, and took the phone from her.


" You have just seven hours left, sweetheart."


" You're fucking coward, man! Fucking threaten her again and watch me beat you to a pulp." Niyi spat and tighten his fist.



" Who are you? Her husband? Well wisher?." He asked.


" Call it whatever you want! but I dare you to call this line again and watch how you spend the rest of your miserable life in jail!" He threatened and heard him laugh sinistrously from the other end.



" Oh... You think I'm playing games, right?. Seven hours is all she has left to decide whether she's gonna be mine..., or watch as her world fall apart". He said emphasing the word 'mine'

damselposh:
I yaff missed plenty action ooo

Wuraola should better tell her husband, now that Bam Bam baby is beginning to like her.


ride on stargurl, eshe.

Ekabo( you're welcome)

UniqueQueen12:
Keeping secrets from husband is not the best though

Nice one Op

Most welcome

enirock:
Stargurl, them never still work the light? If they haven't make we come protest or connect directly from Aso rock to your building?

I pray Wuraola can truly keep her promise of refusing to go back to her vomit.

Is it that due to her father's illness/"dying nature", she chose a life for herself that negates her principle, or Oluwole took advantage of the fathers health to force her into something she would rather not do with the promise of helping out?


Please oooo. I need more

Lol.....maybe that will even do justice to the Nepas depriving us of light.
T

Adesina12:
Come and continue this tory stargurl20
Waiting patiently
Sweet popcorn for you

More updates coming soon....InShaa Allah.

Episode 1



Aaqeel looked so angry as he stomped heavily into 'The Allegiance Bank plc.' He proceeded towards the mantrap door, and pressed the green button on it. He hissed and eyed the young security man sourly..., as he arched slightly to welcome him into the large and busy banking hall.



He queued behind few people with complaints resolved at the customer service section, and stamped his dark brown brogue shoes on the tiled floor. He moved forward at intervals as the number of people before him declines.



" Hello,Sir... " He heard a sweet beautiful feminine voice said and the boiling anger within him calmed.



He looked up and his eyes met with the most beautiful pairs of brown eyes. He carefully scrutinized the face from her full brows and cute nose as well as her full enticing lips.



" You may state your business Sir." The voice said again and he was roused from his reverie.


" A-actually... I received a debit alert over the weekend, stating a considerable amount was withdrawn from my current account, even when I hadn't withdrawn any cash." He explained mildly, amazed at how the anger that's been boiling within him vanished into thin air.


" All right. Please sit, while I go through your details. " She said after requesting his details, while he sat looking so enthralled by her beauty.



" It was an error Sir. Your transaction will be reversed in few hours." She stated wondering if he heard her properly.


"O....ok" he said more like stuttering, and glanced at a name inscribed on a sticker stuck on a stand placed on her wooden desk.



" Motunrayo." He mumbled to himself as he admired her name.

" What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady."


" I beg your pardon Sir..." She said wondering if he had spoken to her.



" N- no... It's nothing." He stuttered as he stood up and made his way out of the section for the next customer.