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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 74)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 74)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 74

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    🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

    Yes, Fatima isn’t holding me back, but those men are. I’ve been trying to leave but I couldn’t get past them, because their boss, who is my faithfully, beloved husband, has ordered them to keep me here until he gets back.

    And in case you’re wondering where Duncan is or where he went, I don’t know too.

    He received a call immediately after we had breakfast, then he and Lucas left in a hurry afterwards, but he promised he’ll tell me when he gets back.

    “Fatima” I called her name in a whining tone, which earned me a glare.

    I shut up at once, and lounged on the sofa next to hers, then silence fell on us until she decided to break.

    “You actually left without telling me” she said. “And that Mike, he’s such a bother, I can’t believe he actually helped you run away from your matrimonial home even though he was faraway!” she narrowed her eyes as she pinned the blame on Mike. “What was I expecting from a divorce lawyer?” she rhetorically questioned herself.

    I rolled my eyeballs because I know she has never liked Mike, and leaving with his help has just added fuel to the fire.

    “You shouldn’t blame Mike for anything, Fatty…”

    “I shouldn’t blame him? Then who should I blame? You?”

    “Yeah” she scoffed. “blame me because it was my idea to leave, and I even had to threaten and force Mike into helping me”

    I recalled how I threatened to frame him up and almost laugh at how scared he was, but the atmosphere right now isn’t one to laugh at a joke.

    “He knew you’re here in New Orleans all these while, he knew how much Duncan was suffering after you left, because I told him everything and even asked him to tell me about whereabout.. why didn’t he say anything?” her eyes narrowed even more. “And you said I shouldn’t blame him?”

    “He didn’t tell you because I told him not to tell anyone…”

    “Anyone? Even me? I’m included in your ‘anyone’ list too?”

    “No, that’s not what I meant, I just needed some peace and quiet, I… ”

    I paused, and sighed deeply.

    “Fatty, I admit it was very wrong of me to leave my home like that, but it was the only thing I could do then”

    “Oh, really?”

    “Yeah” I answered. “Do you know how suffocating it is to stay in a home where there’s no trust? Do you know how frustrating it is for a woman, when her husband, whom she loves dearly, does things without discussing with her?”

    Fatima opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, I guess she wanna listen to what I had to say.

    “I left because that was the only way to save our marriage, Duncan wouldn’t see or know what he’s doing wrong if I hadn’t leave…at least, he now knows the seriousness of communicating with one’s spouse”

    There was a brief silence between us, and I reached for her hands.

    “Duncan is my husband, and I know the best way to handle him” I paused. “I need to reconstruct my home before my baby’s arrival, and this is the best way to do it.. forcefully change Duncan’s bad habits”

    “But you asked him to sign the divorce papers in the note you left behind”

    I frowned as I tried to recall the note’s content, then I chuckled lightly.

    “I knew he wouldn’t sign it, I just wanted him to have a taste of what’s gonna happen to our home if he doesn’t change his ‘lying and keeping things to himself’ habits”

    “Oh”

    “Yeah”

    “Then what about now that he’s found you, are you still gonna continue living in that diçkhe….”

    She swallowed her words when I threw hee a glare, her eyes flicked towards my stomach and she cleared her throat.

    “.. Asher’s house?” she corrected herself.

    I nodded towards the door.

    “Do you think Duncan will let me go back to Asher’s house?” I asked her back.

    Her eyes moved towards the guards standing by the door, and she shook her head.

    “No, I don’t think so”

    “Hm” I hummed in agreement.

    I leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes.

    “When is Duncan gonna…”

    Fatima’s phone suddenly started ringing and cut me off, I decided to stay silent and let her receive her call.

    “Hey, Mariah!” Fatima said, and my eyes snapped open, and saw they’re both doing a video call.

    Mariah.. it’s been long since I heard from her, in fact, I haven’t heard from her since she left four months ago, because I threw my sim card away to avoid anyone from reaching me.

    “.. how are your kids?” Fatima asked her.

    “They’re great” Mariah answered. “How is Duncan? I haven’t heard news about his fights in bars or clubs since yesterday…”

    I gave Fatima a questioning look, like, does Duncan fight in clubs and bars? Exactly how wayward did was he when I left?

    “Has he found his wife yet?” Mariah asked.

    Fatima glanced my way, and nodded at Mariah.

    “Yeah, we’ve found the bitçh” she gritted out, then turned the camera towards me.

    I closed my eyes and winced as Mariah released an overexcited and overdramatic squeal, but I laughed anyway.

    “Longest time, Mariah” I said.

    Her eyebrows knitted together at my words.

    “Longest time?” she scoffed. “You practically abandoned us, like hell, who would’ve thought you were leaving that day”

    “Right, and the bitçh wouldn’t stop saying Duncan’s a lying b@stard while she’s worse than him” Fatima piped in.

    I smacked her head, and she frowned at me.

    “Stop swearing in front of my kid”

    “Oh”

    “Yeah, oh” I mocked her. “And besides… ”

    “Who’s swearing in front of my grandson?!” A very familiar voice asked.

    Fatima, Mariah and I tensed at once, we exchange looks as if we were all thinking the same thing.

    “Is that… ” Mariah trailed off.

    “Nanny Pamela!” Fatima completed Mariah’s words.

    Fatima and I looked towards the door, our mouth fell open when we saw Nanny Pamela walk in.

    Nanny Pamela? Was she the one Duncan was talking with so mysteriously on the phone this morning?

    Oh my God, don’t tell me she’s here to scold me too.

    TO Be Continued

  • The Biology Teacher Episode 6)

    The Biology Teacher Episode 6)

    The Biology Teacher Episode 6

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 The Biology Teacher EPISODE SIX: 💞

    🔸(Practical Biology)🔸

    ” Pull out! Pull out! Before you shift my womb!

    Screamed Fatima, fleeing the apartment n@ked,gasping for air as she struggled with strapping a wrapper over her body.

    ‘ I’m not yet done, come back for the last round’ he said.

    ‘ you better leave my apartment before I call the cops on you ‘ she threatened from a distance.

    ‘ The cops? I’m just doing the job I was paid for, now come back here for the last round!

    ‘ you’re beyond cr@zy, imagine the width and depth you’ve just created in my pu$$y all in the name of doing a good job, and still you have the guts to call me back for a last round? Screamed Fatima.

     Fatima was a house wife living in the city. She had grown lonely and boredom drove her crazy as she greatly affected by the absence of her husband's touch,after he was deployed to a neighbouring country on a peace keeping mission. She missed the moment she had with her husband.

    The cuddling,ki$$ing and bre@st fondeling. The absence of these ignited a spark and craving for the good old times.

    To evade boredom, Fatima made use of a vibrator to satisfy her s3xual cravings and made it a form of consolation for not cheating on her husband with another man.

    The progression of time brought a change of appetite. The vibrator she once cherished was dubbed nothing but a lifeless tool used for m@sturb@tion as it lacked emotional connection.

    In the quest of attaining s3xual satisfaction,
    Fatima took to the life of a sugar mummy, paying young boys to get the job done but each and everyone of them lacked the tenacity to help her climax.

    One day, while aimlessly scrolling through the web, she stumbled on the page of an online influencer dubbed pretty boy.

    He was young, handsome, and of a small stature. Fatima was curious to decipher why pretty boy received much appraisal from fans despite being talentless.

    Scrolling through his page, she stumbled on a post, reading ” for booking and s3xual satisfaction, kindly message this number on Whatsapp”

    She sent a message, and a reply came in the space of an hour.

    Pretty boy was simply a p0rnstar, disguised as a content creator. The money he flaunted and lavished lifestyle he lived were all sponsored by sugar mummies who hired him to satisfy the s3xual cravings.

    Fatima was curious and willing to try. She booked pretty boy to see if he was worth the appraisal he got or the recommendations were fallacies.

    Her husband’s absence meant she had plenty of time on her hands to cheat, which she did. But of all the men she hired, none was as resilient and power as pretty boy in bedroom matters.

    He rocked Fatima in so much that she reached her climax, ¢umming time without number. After hours of relentlessly banging, Fatima was stunned to see pretty boy tear open a new packet of ¢0nd0m.

    His seven inches p£ni$ stood erect like it had not been working for hours. Pretty boy’s energy was renewed and he rocked Fatima till she almost passed out.

    It was then reality dawned on her that she had to flee,or risk private part expansion or a possible fainting. To be continued.

    TO Be Continued

  • Daughter Of A Single Mother (Chapter 8)

    Daughter Of A Single Mother (Chapter 8)

    Daughter Of A Single Mother Chapter 8

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    💁🧏 Daughter Of A Single Mother Chapter Eight:

    Angel woke up and Tracy was still asleep she looked at the clock hanging beautifully inside the room and the time was 6:30 am.

    She remembered her mother and the advice she gave her to always pray in the morning. She knelt down beside her bed and said a few prayers. She came into the sitting room and found no one. She decided to go into the kitchen and do the dishes..

    The noise from the plates Angel was washing woke Fatima up and she came walking in on Angel..

    Good morning ma… Angel greeted.

    Good morning Angel. Your eyes are a bit swollen seems like you cried all night??

    Angel sighed , twisted her lips and shook her head trying to deny that fact.

    Well I guess you are ready to talk to me now, so tell me about yourself and how you ended up outside by that time of the night.

    How was she supposed to tell this woman that she was chased by Chief Obilor who wanted to kill her? For reasons she couldn’t tell. She just have to be on the periphery with her.

    I am the daughter of a single mother and my mother died in an accident. Angel said pausing a while then she continued.

    My rents expired and I didn’t pay, no one was willing to help me so I ended up on the streets.

    Fatima shook her head in pity for few seconds it was as if she had something in mind. She held Angel by her shoulders and told her she will give her shelter. Angel thanked Fatima with a smile. For the first time in a long time Angel felt safe.

    Tracy woke up and went straight for her food. Angel tried being friendly but Tracy was not interested to shake the hand of friendship.

    A week has gone already yet Tracy wasn’t still interested in taking the hands of friendship Angel has been extending to her. Angel noticed something was off but she has no rights to ask. She was happy for the fact that she has a roof over her head.

    Fatima was always at home and goes out occasionally or at night. Sometimes she goes alone, at times with Tracy. Angel began to wonder if workers too go on holiday as long as a week. She didn’t know what really Fatima does.

    So that particular day, it was as if Fatima had read her mind, she told her that there is a place she will be taking her to at night that will make her happy.

    Time crept slowly like a tortoise to Angel who kept her mind fixed on what Fatima told her about taking her to where she will be happy.

    It finally got to the night time Angel has been waiting for impatiently. It was time for her to satisfy her curiosity by finding out where exactly they would be going for her to find happiness.

    All the clothes Tracy gave Angel to wear were all revealing and Angel wasn’t comfortable in them.

    But she had no option. When Fatima came out all dressed, Angel was a bit baffled because what she wore was not well suitable for some called a mother. It wasn’t the first time though.

    Few minutes later, they were out of the house. It was a very long drive, Angel couldn’t tell if it was because she has not been there before or because it was dark.

    It felt like the journey wasn’t coming to an end. Almost about an hour drive, they got to a location. It was boldly written night club. Angel only hear about night clubs but hasn’t been to one before.

    Maybe it was a place of fun and happiness. Angel kept observing when they stopped, people who kept going in were having things they presented at the door in order for them to enter.

    What will I present to them Angel asked Fatima curiously pointing at the bouncers in front of the door . Fatima smiled, we won’t go through that door she answered.

    She, Fatima and Tracy entered through the rear door. It only means one thing, Tracy and Fatima were well known.

    Fatima took Angel and left her in a particular room convincing her to stay and wait for her. Angel could hear Fatima’s voice a little though the music and noise tried covering it.

    She is fresh meat, you have to pay more to get her. She has more value because she has not been touched before. She is all yours when I get the transfer alert.

    Those words got to Angel she needed to confirm what was actually going on. So she looked through the curtains and what she saw sent shivers down her spine.

    The logo night club that she saw outside was just a camouflage as she saw young girls binded by chains and different men standing and picking who they want.

    So Fatima is into child sex prostitution and trafficking??

    She looked so innocent!!

    Her problems keep getting worse by day

    Angel’s heart began to pound faster

    TO Be Continued