All she wants was a better life until fate took a different turn and changed her life completely. The story revolves around three different women whose life story conforms with the experience of every girl and woman in the world.
All she wants was a better life until fate took a different turn and changed her life completely. The story revolves around three different women whose life story conforms with the experience of every girl and woman in the world.
Looking through my window, I noticed young good looking ladies in quite revealing clothes, and I couldn't help but look back on my youthful days. Days when I lived recklessly and had no thoughts about the future. I felt I only needed to have fun. But looking back at all of that now I wish I could turn back the hands of time and be given a chance to change somethings , I wish I had someone to caution me then, wish I was much more exposed to the truths of life and not get fooled by what I saw.
Sisi Nene are you thinking again..... I was startled I didn't even know when someone came in, must have left the door opened then.. it was one of my young neighbour a beautiful lady in her early twenties, she and her friends stay next door and they are youth corpers. Ever since they came into the compound they took a particular liking to me and have been extremely nice to me I would really miss them when they leave at the end of their service.
Debimpe mi ,like I fondly call her am sorry I didn't know when you came in I was lost in thoughts. How did your day go? ..... She looked deeply at me before responding "well it wasn't bad I was expecting to come while away time with you, but it seems you are in no mood for my chitchats today"...she replied sorely. I felt bad .."come on debimpe mi you know I would never get tired of having you around adebimpe mi owon"...her face brightened at the endearment and I knew we were back to normal... "So tell me my dear, what's on your mind I can see you aren't really in a good mood, although you are trying your real best to hide it but I can clearly see through your facade dear. Tell me what's the matter?. Flopping down on a single sitter she bowed her head, raising it slowly about to say something....wait, I moved from where I stood before you say anything let me get you something to eat and drink it's been a long day I guess....you don't have to worry about me sisi Nene please...she protested, but I wasn't listening I had already gone into the kitchen. I had prepared a really good dish of jollof rice this evening having it in mind to get it across to them when they got back but fortunately debimpe would be the first to have a taste of it.
Returning to the sitting room with a tray filled with food and water, debimpe stood up to help me with it.... Sisi Nene this really isn't necessary you should have called me to come help.....stop acting like a stranger bimpe you are always welcome this is also your home....hmmn now don't let me bother you with my rants enjoy your food.
After about some minutes she finished her food, packed her used plates to the kitchen, having relaxed for a few minutes. Hmmmn ...she began clearing her throat why she felt uncomfortable I couldn't pinpoint it. She has never been like that when we talked probably whatever was bothering her must be getting to her.
Sisi Nene this might seem awkward but I could really do with some elderly advice right now and its only you I could think of....she began and I didnt say anything didn't want to distract her...well..she continued my friends and I that's Sharon and muna they are the other ladies staying next door with bimpe. You know we are rounding up on service in just two months and since we aren't from so well to do homes, we are quite bothered about what would become of us in the labour market. We have tried to apply in different places and most of the offers we got was one that is quite demanding.... Go on debimpe mi I urged when I realised she was feeling insecure again.... well the offers we got she began hiccupping was the managers asking us to sleep with them before giving us a chance to work with them moreso we would still be on probation at the company, but would get to be retained if we cooperate and act according to their demands. Sharon and Muna see nothing wrong with it but I am not comfortable selling myself to get a job and now I seem like the holy art thou amongst them. I am really feeling like am being childish as it's not like I would be the first person to indulge in such, but I just can't see myself involving in it. What if it doesn't work out would I keep laying on my back for favours am really confused.....Sisi Nene I promise you I would do anything you advice me to I believe you can't lead me astray.
I felt my heart flutter, such a heart warming comment from a lady who I met just few months ago and knows nothing about me still she trusts me like she has known me since forever. Moreso she believed my words. To this I am determined to ensure none of them go astray.....looking at her I patted her head debimpe mi I understand what you are going through at the moment but let me ask have your friends giving in to the demands of the managers...... Not yet she replied they are contemplating on going back next week to give their consent.
Deep down relief washed over me...I thought there is still a chance to undo this... Since it's a Friday I know they would be home for the weekend as they weren't one to wander around unnecessarily so they would surely be home. Debimpe mi do me a favour and tell your friends to come see me tomorrow morning including you, since it's a Saturday you don't need to bother about your chores I would ensure a delicious meal awaits you guys by the time you are here. By the way come take more of the rice and some for your friends too, they must be famished by the time they are back. She smiled knowingly.... Thank you so much Sisi Nene you are a darling, a godsent I knew I could count on you. We moved to the kitchen to get the food and seeing her off to the door waving her goodbye, I closed the door behind me..signing tomorrow was definitely going to be a long day. I think it's high time I let myself out and share my story. Who the real Sisi Nene is.
At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Isabelle's love for Kolton held flawless for fifteen years-until the day she delivered their children and slipped into a coma. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Don't wake up. You're worthless to me now." The twins later clutched another woman's hand and chirped, "Mommy," splintering Isabelle's heart. She woke, filed for divorce, and disappeared. Only then did Kolton notice her fingerprints on every habit. They met again: she emerged as the lead medical specialist, radiant and unmoved. But at her engagement gala, she leapt into a tycoon's arms. Jealous, he crushed a glass, blood wetting his palm. He believed as soon as he made a move, Isabelle would return to him. After all, she had loved him deeply.
Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."
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