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  • My Sweet Heart (Episode 28)

    My Sweet Heart (Episode 28)

    My Sweet Heart Episode 28

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “My Sweet Heart Episode 28 Or Chapter Twenty Eight Of My Sweetheart Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    👫💞 My Sweet Heart Episode Twenty Eight:

    🧡 VALERIE’S POV Continues 🧡

    Im on the couch, a cigarette in one hand and an acohol in the other hand.
    “I’ve been such an asshole!” I spat as I gulped from the alcohol.
    “Vale was so good… She was the best. Why didn’t I fucking realise that? Why was I focused on the money!” I cried.

    “Now, she doesn’t wanna listen to me! Im regretting every damn things I’ve done to her. Im regretting. I love Vale so much. I never thought I will. I really want everything to come back to how we were.” I cried and gulped another bottle then smoked.

    This is what I’ve been here, sitting and doing for the past one hour now.
    Eight empty bottles and im on the nineth.
    Joy!
    Who’s really that guy?
    Why must it be Vale that would keep him in her house?
    Psycho’s are not meant to stay in the house but at the psychiatric hospitals.
    Valerie isn’t even a psychistrist!
    Why should she be keep a psycho in her house.

    Could…. Could he be the reason why Vale is refusing my apologies?
    I noticed her smiling at him that night she took my car!
    She took the car!
    Vale could never do this to me..
    She had caught me so many times cheating on her, I apologise and she accept so easily but…. Everything isn’t right anymore.
    Vale said ‘It’s over!’ and she was damn serious.
    “Shit!” I gulped down the alcohol.
    What do I just do! I can’t loose Valerie.

    🧡 VALERIE’S POV Continues 🧡

    “Chineke, Aunty Valerie!” Sheddy shouted as I drove into the house.
    I shot him a glare.
    “Just a week Sheddy and you’ve forgotten what I told you.” I said to him.
    He scratched his head.
    “What did you tell me please? I’ve totally forgotten.” He said.
    “What did I tell you to call me?” I asked him.
    He gasped.

    “Oh im so sorry. I forgot.” He said.
    “Mom is in right?” I asked.
    “Yes she is.” He answered.
    I walked into the house..
    Mom is in the sitting room…
    She stood up with a smile..
    “Wow.. Valerie. You look good..” Mom said as I hugged her.
    “Oh mom.. You know you look more good.” I said.

    “Where’s Benita?” I asked.
    “She’s in the kitchen.” Mom said.
    “Im here! Sister!” That was Benita as she ran out and jumped on me in a hug.
    Wow.. She looked good.
    “Just a week and wow… you look good Benita.” I smiled.
    “Ahh Sister. you want my head to burst abi.” She laughed.
    “Sister do you know that only Brother Michael is coming next week?” Benita said.
    I looked at mom. Why?

    “Your Dad is can’t come. He’s really busy with his works.” Mom said.
    “And why is she so happy that Michael is coming?” Mom said.
    “Nothing Madam.” Benita said.
    “Go back to the kitchen.” Mom said and she smiled and turned back towards the kitchen.
    I glanced at mom while mom glanced at me.
    She shook her head.

    “Benita won’t let me rest this days. She’s always asking about Michael. When he’s coming. When he’s coming. I finally had to tell her last night that it’s next week after I spoke wit him.” Mom said as we sat on the couch.
    “It’s obvious she likes him. That’s not bad.” I said.
    Mom chuckled.
    “So honey, We are almost done with the meals we were preparing for your visit. Your mom have missed you.” Mom said.
    I laughed.

    “Mom im fine..” I smiled.
    “About that idiot. I hope he hasn’t brainwashed you again.” Mom said.
    “Oh mom. Stop it.. You shouldn’t blame me. I loved him so much.. I was blinded by love. But now,. I’ve realised the kind of stupid person I was to love such a cheater and a scammer.” I said.
    Mom hugged me.
    “It’s okay honey. Im happy he’s out of your life. I advise you to be quick in throwing him out of that house before he sell it out.. Even though you have the documents. Such people can do unbelievable illegal things… ” Mom said.

    I nodded. “Before this week ends..Im sure that house would be sold. I’ve already gotten two people who are interested in buying the house.” I told mom.
    “That is so good.” Mom said.
    “Im gonna call Michael tonight.” I said.
    “He asked about you, he’s really missing every one.” I said.
    I smiled.

    “I’do see his pictures with a particular girl on facebook. He’s gonna explain to me when he come.” Mom said and I laughed.
    “What’s wrong there mom?”
    She shot me a glare.
    I bursted into laughter.
    “Let me go check Benita and the food.” Mom said and stood up.
    I stood up too, “You guys shouldn’t make me look like a stranger here. Im the daughter of this big house and you guys are aware of that.” I said and followed her.

    “And you decided to leave us to live alone right? Im not done talking that with you.” Mom said, making me to laugh again.
    “Mom! your new hair look really beautiful. Which saloon?” I asked.
    “KinkyGlamour.” She said.
    “Wow..”

    Benita was facing the counter, washing dishes in the sink.
    “Madam, the food don done. I just wan wash this plates. Sister.. Na me cook the food oh.” Benita said, grinning.
    “Valerie, I’ve told this silly girl severally not to use that name ‘Madam’ to me. She won’t just listen.” Mom said.
    “Benita… Mom is much better. Every sales girl and guy in my mom’s boutique call her ‘mom’.. My mom don’t like her being called ‘Madam’” I said.

    “I dey try to stop am… but e no dey gree.” Benita said.
    “And it’s time you stop speaking pidgin. How do you even interact with your teachers and class mates in school? With pidgin english?”
    “Sister I go learn.. I go learn.”
    “We’ve heard. Just learn it soon before Michael comes back cos he hates anyone who speaks pidgin to him.” Mom smirked.
    Ahh mom! That’s a lie.

    Benita paused.
    “I go learn good english before next week reach.” Benita said.
    “Benita!” Mom called.
    “Yes ma.”
    “Bring out the dishes..”
    “Yes ma.”
    I laughed.
    My family! I’ve missed them.

    The Meals were great…
    Mom asked about work and I was glad to say it has been great.
    I couldn’t just wait for dad to come home.
    The hospital had missed him and needs his presence.
    Mom also said she’s about opening another bouique, more larger than the present one.
    Benita told me she’s among the school girl runners.

    Who would run during the school end of the year sport competition.
    “I dey Fallen Angels house. I know say I go win.” She said.
    “Fallen Angels?” I asked.
    “Na White house.” She said.
    “Oh.. I trust that you gonna win for your house.” I said.
    “Yes. We get Glamour house, that one na Yellow house. We get Crown house that one na Red house.. Ahh I hate red house ehn, dey too dey–”
    “Benita.. Eat your food.” Mom said.
    “Yes ma.”

    An Hour Later

    Im in Benita’s room…sitting beside Benita on her bed..
    Mom rushed out to meet with a costumer who just called her on the phone.
    She said she’ll be back in an hour or before that.

    “Who is this Sister… He’s pretty.” Benita said as she stared at Joy’s pictures.
    He’s pretty?
    “You can’t say a guy is pretty… You can say he’s cute or handsome. Pretty and beautiful are meant for females.” I said.
    She nodded.
    “He’s cute and he also handsome. He be look like oyibo” She said.
    “..why he get long dada..?”

    “Benita… Can you promise not to let mom know about this? You are eighteen years and should know how to minimize the way you talk and keep secrets right?”
    “I promise Sister. My mouth dey close.” She said, holding her mouth with her fingers.

    “His name is Joy. Joy is not mentally okay… He acts like a small baby. I helped me few days ago when he was being chased by some people he stole something from.. The next day, I told him to go back to his house and gave him some money.

    While I was coming back from work at night. I saw him being beaten by some guys and I saved him again..” I paused to read her reaction.
    She just stared at me, listening.
    “…He’s been in my house ever since then..”
    “Sister..” Benita called.
    “Yes?”
    “Shey you know you have a sweet heart.?”
    “I have a sweet heart?”
    She nodded.

    “You dey nice…Your heart dey too pure and soft. You be person wey dey too hard to find..You dey beautiful with a soft heart. You help people.” She said.
    Im a rare gem.
    A soft hearted person
    Im nice and good hearted.
    A generous person.
    Really?
    “Why did you say all that?” I asked her.

    “Because you be.”
    Because I am?
    I have a sweet heart.
    “You like him?” Benita asked, suprising me.
    “Yes.” I said.
    She hugged me, suprising me more.
    “Benita?” I called calmly.
    “Sister..” She answered and disengaged the hug.
    She smiled and scrolled to Michael’s picture.

    “I like this picture pass. I see am for Mom phone.” She said.
    Now, I understand the reason for her hug.
    “You like him?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    “My best friend also like him. Not just ‘like’ She love him. But I don’t want them together because she’s older than him and she have someone who is deeply inlove with her. I know if he comes back that Eva might try something silly and I don’t want that.” I said.
    “Na because of her he wan come?” Benita asked.

    “No. Michael doesn’t even know She love him.. So you should know that she can’t be the reason why he’s coming. Benita.”
    “Sister Valerie..”
    “I wish he’ll like you instead. There’s nothing wrong in that. It’s so better than him knowing about Eva’s feeling and accepting it. Emeka love Eva so much and don’t want him heartbroken. Not cos of my brother.”

    “Why you no wan tell mom about Joy?” She asked.
    “She won’t like him and I won’t bear it cos im inlove with him already. I think i am. He’s so sweet and funny.” I said.
    “Mom go vex for me too if she know say I like brother Michael.” She said.
    “Come on. She knows already Benita.” I laughed.
    “Guess what?” I said.

    “I no fit guess.”
    I smiled and searched my bag.
    I got out a phone pack.
    “I got you this.” I stretched it to her.
    She gasped.
    “Phone!!!!” She screamed and jumped on me.

    TO Be Continued

  • Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6 Or Chapter Six Or Part 6 Of Impregnate Me or I Die Story or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Six: 💚
    .
    ✨ Final Episode ✨

    I was half conscious and half unconscious. I knew all the time he came on me but I couldn’t resist him or say anything. Was this what iya ibeji went through before having her twins? For the two weeks Prophet David took advantage of me. He gave me no breathing space day nor night. He will always sprinkle water on my private part before using me. My phone was taken away all through and switched off. I was to leave on Thursday, by Wednesday evening I was in full control of myself.

    ‘Where is my phone? I asked
    lady Stella. ‘Your phone will be given to you later tonight.’ When she brought my phone I quickly switched it on and I got more than ten SMS. Most of the messages were from my husband. While I was trying to go through the messages my phone rang, ‘Lo and behold, it
    was my husband, I didn’t pick as I had to think of a lie to tell him.

    He called again and I picked,
    ‘what happened my sweet heart?’ He asked anxiously. ‘My phone fell inside the three-seater
    sofa and I didn’t know it was switched off. I just discovered it today. It didn’t take him time to
    believe me. We talked at length and he narrated all his experience in Lagos. I will be back in a
    week’s time, he said and ended the call.

    Many things happened thereafter but after six months I was not pregnant. Iya ibeji kept encouraging me to be patient. She assured me I will be pregnant. My life became a mess – I started perceiving an offensive odour around my private part ever since I returned from Prophet David’s place. It came with itching and pain. I hid what I was going through from my husband but he noticed the odour and I guessed he
    couldn’t tell me.

    One year after, I was not pregnant. Sally was already pregnant with her second baby without stress. I told myself that if I didn’t get pregnant before she gave birth to her second baby I will denounce my faith in God. As far as i was concerned, it wasn’t worth it, serving God without anything to show for it. I had stopped observing my ovulation period because previous efforts had been fruitless. N600,000 had gone down the drain yet I couldn’t make trouble.

    Prophet David had abused me yet I had to remain mute. I had been battling with STDs I contacted from Prophet David but I couldn’t speak out. My salvation was already at stake, I couldn’t return back to God because I was angry with him for allowing me go through all these shameful and
    painful experiences. If God were human, I won’t forgive him.

    ‘Madam why did you wait for so long before coming to the hospital? The doctor asked me. This is one of the dreaded STDs medical science has been battling with in recent times. I may have to refer you to a gynecologist for better attention.
    He wrote a short note on his complementary card and gave it to me to give to Dr Robert. He
    promised to call Dr Robert before I got there.

    “Madam, where is your husband? I can’t treat you until I see your husband or any representative of your family, Dr Robert told me. I was afraid my secret was about to be leaked out.
    This was the end of the road for me, I began to contemplate suicide, because I couldn’t face the shame. I refused to tell my husband until my condition grew worse. The odour became
    unbearable, I practically stank like a dead fowl.
    At this time my husband became bold enough to ask me why I was smelling. And without waiting
    for an answer, he said, ‘We will see the doctor tomorrow.

    Your wife is suffering from a chronic STD and it has affected her kidneys and her womb. If we
    don’t carry out a surgery on her in four days she may not be able to conceive again. My
    husband was shocked. ‘Doctor can we do the operation today?’ My husband asked, yes of course, if you are ready, the doctor told my
    husband. In less than thirty minutes I was wheeled to the theater for surgery. When I
    opened my eyes I saw my mom, our pastor and some brethren surrounded my bed. The way they
    all looked at me made me suspicious that something bad had happened. I was discharged
    but I kept seeing the doctor every week for check up. My journey of barrenness lasted for 14
    years. All my friends and family connived not to tell me that my womb was removed during the
    operation in order to save my life. I knew this when I went for a check up in another hospital
    while my husband was away to Ghana. I have been without a womb for over ten years without knowing.

    After God did not answer my prayers I totally backslided. Sally had three wonderful kids already and had since stopped giving birth. To help me overcome my frustration I started taking alcohol secretly. Alcohol could not suppress my depression
    anymore and I tried hærd drugs. I became a professional adulteress not minding if my husband knew or
    not. In all these my husband was still faithful to God. He was
    always praying for me. Whenever I messed up myself, he will clean
    me up and get me to sleep. If you are looking for a Christian,
    Omeiza is one. I wanted God to judge me so that I can tell the
    whole world how unfair he is but his judgement tarried except that
    I had no womb and I could not conceive.

    For a long time I didn’t hear from Sally. That didn’t bother me
    anyway because anytime I hear from her it was one good news
    or the other. She seemed to be moving from glory to glory while
    I moved from shame to shame. I saw a post from one of our
    coursemates on Facebook of a friend who wedded at 42 and Sally
    was in the selfie, but Sally was really lean in the picture. I
    started making contacts on how to reach Sally, I needed to know
    what happened to her that she became this lean.

    In no time I got across to her. ‘Sally, what happened to you? I
    saw your picture on facebook and I was shocked that you had grown so lean.’ For almost forty seconds she didn’t say anything.
    ‘Sally are you there?’ ‘Yes Maryam, I have been sick but I
    am better now’, she replied. ‘I will need to come and see you.’ I promised to see her in
    two weeks.

    When I got to Sally’s place, she was leaner than what I saw on
    Facebook and I was afraid. My friend’s beautiful skin had shrunk badly with black s₱0ts all over her. As I was about scre-ming I
    saw a pack of retroviral drugs on her dinning table. ‘Sally you are
    positive?’ I asked in surprise. She bowed her face without saying a word. I knew she was HIV positive already. I became more
    scared but I had to encourage my friend. I hugged her and
    whispered to her ears “God will see you through”. I still had to pretend I was still a Christian but I had a sharp pain on my chest
    with a voice telling me “it would soon be your
    turn”.

    I tried to rebuke that voice but there wasn’t any inner impetus to do so. I wept bitterly as if I was weeping for my friend, but no, I was weeping for myself. I couldn’t stand what I saw so I left the
    following day.

    On my way back to Lokoja, ‘I kept having thoughts of accident.
    “If you die now where are you going to?” I asked myself. The
    Sally you have been using as yardstick to judge God is already
    paying for her sins, the voice kept talking to me. I was restless
    all through the journey. Maybe I am also HIV positive, I thought
    within me. Suddenly I noticed I have been foolish, I told God I
    was sorry. If you can give me another chance oh Lord I will serve you all the days of my life with or without a child.

    I got relieved as soon as I made that prayer. I arrived Lokoja
    safely. I knelt down before my husband and confessed all my sins before him, I wept and asked him for his forgiveness. He wept
    along with me but he felt very bad for the story he heard about
    me for the first time. I could read the handwriting in each drop of his tears. “I
    have forgiven you sweet heart, he lifted me up and hugged me tight for what seemed like hours. I wept the more while on his
    arm, my tears were tears of genuine repentance and regret. I
    became indebted to my husband for his patience and endurance.

    Since it was obvious I couldn’t get pregnant after my womb was
    removed, we adopted a boy of six months from the orphanage
    and named him Joseph. The day Joseph clocked one year I was
    confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. How can a woman who
    has no womb be pregnant? Until my stomach started protruding I
    didn’t believe I was pregnant.
    This is the hand work of Jehovah
    overdo.

    On the 3rd of December I gave birth to a set of quadruplet, two boys and two girls. God wiped away my tears of many years.
    The chief medical director of the hospital was perplexed with the
    stark possibility of a woman who had no womb but was yet able to give birth not to one but four children at a time.

    He invited African Independent Television (AIT) to cover my
    story. This drew the attention of the First Lady of the state
    who paid us a visit at the hospital. She placed the four kids on scholarsh¡p up to university level. Many other families who
    watched the program on AIT paid us a visit and each of them came with
    huge gifts. In less than one week we became millionaires from the
    gifts we received from the general public. Who says God is
    not alive?

    Peter, Paul, Elizabeth and Esther will be two years in June. Praise God who turned my captivity around.
    For waiting mothers who are reading this story, don’t give up on God, don’t try alternative means, don’t be too desperate, don’t use anybody’s life as a standard for yours. God is not dull, he makes all things beautiful in his own time.
    This story is dedicated to all those who are waiting on the Lord
    for the fruit of the womb.

    ….The End….