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Dear High Mistress #3

Read previous episodes of Dear High Mistress Toni desired to cry. She wanted it as badly as she needed Andre. The emotions were piling in a heap and she had little power over them. They weighed her down like she was carrying an invisible entity on her back that was her weight in stones. The night before had been spent in torture, with her eyes wide awake as the world around her fitfully snoozed. She had lain in bed for a long time, going through memories of Andre and cussing herself for what she did to their relationship. She was beginning to regret her decision, scared of the avalanche of heartache that was to follow. Andre had been at the Adediran baby naming ceremony, looking like a bag of money. He had betrayed nothing of their breakup to their mutual friends present at the party. When Leticia suggested to Toni…

The Marriage Ultimatum #12

♥ Kaine stretched again on the bed and tried to force her mind to shut down so her eyes and the rest of her body could get the nap she’d come up for. But it was so pumped with life—well, thoughts—that it refused to relax and slither into rest-mode. It didn’t surprise her, the mild restlessness. It had been that way since that woman… well, to simply refer to her as ‘that woman’ seemed quite improper—not as a term but as a form of description, since she’d been anything but ‘that’. When she’d turned and seen her, her first thought had been that a supermodel had come visiting the Kojo-Edwards. She had been so beautiful with a milky brown complexion that gave her the look of one with mixed parentage—much like Dominic. Her hair had been rich, reddish-brown that had been arranged in a knot-style on top of her…

Dear High Mistress #2

Read Episode One of Dear High Mistress here If there was anything Toni knew well to do, it was to mask her emotions. It was one of her strong points. She knew how to laugh in the midst of a storm and carry on like the world was okay while dying inside. She had learned, quite early, after suffering a major heartbreak, that it was a dangerous thing to let people in on one’s weaknesses. Her collected manner, laced with pokerfaced bitchiness and painfully-candid approach to most issues made it hard for anyone to prey on her. Andre was the only one who had been allowed to dip into the waters of her heart and muddle it as he so desired. With friends and family, she was also open, but only as much as she was in the mood to let them in on the condition of her heart at…

Dear High Mistress #1

This series, Dear High Mistress is continued from The Fourth Finger. To enjoy the story better, I’ll recommend the Fourth Finger E-book to you. Click here to get it. In the world where the following took place, it was a typical Friday evening and nothing unusual was slated to happen. The metropolitan was alive in its usual buzz and being that it was the beginning of a weekend, the clubs and watering holes were expected to come alive, to accommodate the ever pulsing nightlife of the famous Lagos. Drinks flowed, dance floors kissed the happy feet of vivacious social animals, acquaintances were made, deviant deeds blamed on alcohol went down and the police had their hands (and pockets) full, handling a myriad of cases for the night. While all this went down, our focus was shifted to three couples in the story that were within the confines of their respective…

The Marriage Ultimatum #11

♥   Camilla flung open the ash-wood door and stormed inside. “He is married! He is goddamn married! Can you believe it?” “I might if I knew who he is?” Kanayo responded from behind his single-piece mahogany wood lane desk. “And who else will I be talking about but Dominic?” Camilla shrieked, her temper getting the better of her as she glared at the half amused, half insouciant man in khaki-brown French suit. “The boss is married?” The insouciant expression was quickly replaced by frowning astonishment. “But…how? To who?” “To some damn Nigerian called Kaine!” And because the office wasn’t large enough for the pacing that her fury demanded, Camilla yanked aside the upholstered stack chair and plunged into it, crossing her legs with careless expert fluidity. “Kaine? His… wife’s name is Kaine?” “That or something as equally stupid.” She wasn’t there to discuss the name of the woman who’d…

The Marriage Ultimatum #10

♥ “Nick, what is this you tell me?” Camilla was staring at Dominic with perplexed eyes. She had lifted off the edge of his desk though and was gawking down at him since he remained seated. “You are married?” The words tumbled out of her trembling lips. “You cannot be married! No, you cannot be married It is impossible!” It was a rejection of a fact that bewildered, a denial of a truth that frightened. Dominic saw the confusion in her hazel-coloured eyes, the fear that trembled in them and then, the fury that was building up. He expelled a breath, pushed back his chair and stood up. “Camie, let us sit and talk.” He reached for her hand but she wrenched free of his hold. “What is that ring you’ve got on your finger, Dominic?” She demanded, her voice rising a notch even as the fury gained place…

Love, Your Enemy #16

Read previous episodes of Love, Your Enemy The old things have passed away… -2nd Corinthians 5 “You have no idea who this person is?” Papa twirled a gold-plated Mont Blanc pen around his fingers, an expression of annoyance resting on his face. “No,” Love responded to his question concerning the video she had just shown him and Leye. They were in Papa’s home office. Najib was also present. Love was having a lunch of cheese and macaroni, cooked by Asher. “This is good,” she commented. “Yummy.” The duo of her husband and father-in-law looked at her. They both found it weird that she was not perturbed by the video or the fact that someone was after her. But then, she was Loveth. A different breed of female. “You’re not bothered by this?” Leye asked. “Bothered?” Love responded after a delay of three seconds, when it occurred to her that…

The Marriage Ultimatum #9

♥ Kaine let out a groan as she rolled to her side and tried to blink open heavy-lidded eyes. Her head throbbed, not much but there was a mild bang on her temples. She pushed back the thick-layered cloth that seemed to envelope her to the soft bed and struggled to a sitting position. Again, she struggled to flutter her eyes wider open, winced at the gritty pinch she felt. She managed to get them open though and lifted her head to stare about the room. The sapphire-blue drapes that covered the glass windows were still drawn, so the room was only faintly brightened from the light of the Chandelier behind the pale silver-sheen wood shelf.  She tried to get a hand on her elusive memory. How had she gotten into bed? She only seemed to recall the dinner with assorted dishes and wine… Oh God, he had carried…

6 Things You Should Know On This Random Day

Good afternoon, fellow book lovers! I hope your week is going well. So I have a few announcements to make. I will itemize them. I apologize for missing the latest post of The Marriage Ultimatum. I was away from my laptop on Tuesday and the most of yesterday. In good fate, I will give you double episodes tomorrow and on Saturday. And this means there would be no Love, Your Enemy this weekend. I am sorry about that. I’ll be back with it next Saturday. However, it would be the final free episode on this blog. I’m sorry again. The full story would be available for sale at the end of July. For those of you who were thinking the story has reached its peak are in for a surprise. You should know by now that my stories have multiple plots. So, what we have just done is climb the…

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