She had witnessed all her loved ones and friends perish because of the billionaire's penchant for wealth and affluence, and she was given a second chance to live. She embarks on a revenge mission to get her pound of flesh and recover all. But would she recover all indeed? Or would she fall for the charms of the cutest billionaire in town and compromise her mission because of love?
CHAPTER ONE
The Beginning
Opula walked out of the bathroom naked and turned to the mirror on the wall to behold herself in flesh and blood. She had survived by chance and thanked her stars for not been ripped apart by the billionaire and his loyalists. She pulled the drawer and pulled out a pistol, which she laid on the table. As she beheld her nakedness in the mirror she vowed to go after the billionaire and recover all; whatever it would cost her, she would track him down like a hawk after the chick. She dimmed her eyes and the past events came as flash back;
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Flashback
The pair of sneakers tiptoed catishly into the dark corridor and clung at the edge of the wall when he heard a shuffling walker. His heart pounded effortlessly, suffering from the fear that churned his stomach – he farted with the grace of a newborn baby and stuck ratly to the wall. Farting was the only chimney through which he could efface the fear of a domesticated thief who stole his father's gratuity. Clasping the sack of five million naira to his narrow chest, and looking out for the shuffling walker, a shrill voice crossed his mind – the contradicting voice common among thieves: "Do you want to kill that retired police officer? But he saw you through school. You can go right in and drop his gratuity."
No, Monkeys' software is a damn, fabulous project I can't let go. It is going to be a breakthrough for me. Do you understand? He said in his head. He took a quick peep into the dark exit before gazing considerately at the door to his father's room for the very last time. The former voice hounded more audibly now and he protested thoughtfully;
Did I kill him? Or was it not sleeping pills that I added to his tea? The voice gave way, and then he peeped again before chucking his toe farther into the staircase.
He barely could catch his hasting breath when he arrived downstairs. The chilling wind of November swept across his face and he became conscious of the balls of perspiration on his brow and nose. The last rain just pelted the night before and harmattan was home coming. With the air of peril hanging around him and wobbly eyeballs combing impatiently for taxi, he made into the scarcely lit street, staring fearfully backward as his feet swallowed the distance in front. His movement gathered desperation and it had the force of forward ever, which pushed him along residents with the clattering of generator sets and hoarse woof, woof, woof of dogs. His hands were still clasped around the sack on his chest as he made every effort to ignore the itches of suspicion all over his body. He was on Trans-Ekulu now; the same Trans-Ekulu where two men were robbed of their salary at twilight; where the mutilated body of a busty woman was found. Sweat trickled down his face as he wondered about the street on which he stood and then he held the sack tighter, nagging back at the loneliness of the street with his sideways stare. His plans were working out; drugging his father with overdose of sleeping pills at 8:00PM, giving the space of thirty minutes for reaction, stealing his gratuity at 8:30PM, settling in the bus at 8:45PM. In the moonlight, he stole a glance at his watch and it was 9:00PM and he had put that in his risk plan; getting taxi at night on Trans-Ekulu was an expected risk, and it was worse off waiting all alone.
An owl howled overhead and then he kept watch, straining his eyes at the two figures prancing from the street opposite. He started walking gently and switched faster now. A dried tongue rolled in his mouth and he searched for saliva to swallow down his pounding heart as of a woman in labour.
I would die with them if they tried to come closer, he thought. He could sight logs across the gutter and his edgy personality could sense their nearness. I would make haste to a log and deliver a glancing blow at their skulls, the skulls of kites that want to feed on my meat.
He kept to his rush and the two figures stamped their feet as much as he did, closing up his distance. "Christ!" he whispered. If they confront me I would run into the dark street and continue my journey the next day, he thought.
From somewhere behind he heard the jolting of a car. Police or taxi, God, I hope I survive this. He panted. It is end of the road for me.
Bang!
Thought of police infected him so much that his breath became asthmatic; panting heavily as he walked. He scouted sideways and saw a dark street yawning at him.
I would disappear into the dark street if they tried anything funny. But they may shoot at me. I will have to run as fast as the wind. If I must die I must die with this money; let that be my legacy.
He could hear the puttering of the engine as it speed reduced; obviously, it could be the police questioning the two figures now and pushing them into the car, he thought.
Looking back was more infectious as he studied his escape: there was no gutter before the dark street and it would be easier to run swiftly. The car was coming now; it sped and stopped abruptly on his side and he made a powerful limp like a horse, his heels barely touching the ground.
"What is it? Why are you running?" a voice in the car asked.
Azuaka Jnr. halted. There is no police in that voice, he thought.
He turned and peered fearfully and it was black-and-yellow; a taxi with a corpulent driver looking out to him. He looked aback: the two figures were standing on their own, pretending to be waiting and he scuttled to the taxi, heaved at the back door and went in. it would be comfortable at the back seat: I don't want this man to smell money.
WARNING! READERS DISCRETION! This story contains sexual scenes, erotic languages and dramatic characters. Please read at discretion! He is a bad boy, the worst thing that has ever happened to Wales College. His presence breathes trouble, sex, bully and ruin. He is Tony, a radical malefactor feared by all. She is not just dashing, chic, but the most admirable girl at Wales, who is the fancy of every boy. But she hates Tony with uttermost disdain. Ever since he forcefully barged in on her, saw her nakedness and took photos of her pale ass, she has vowed to pin him on the floor and stab him until he breathed his last. She wanted him dead, and she was bent to do it. She despised him greatly, and never wanted his crazy love. Unfortunately for her, she got involved in an auto crash that took the lives of all students on board and almost hers until he came through; the same bad boy, the same enemy; the same enemy. This time he didn’t just come to help her but with a stringent condition. Almost breathing her last, he demanded, “We will have a blood oath. Henceforth you will be my sex slave. If you agree, I will save you from dying in this auto crash.” At death point, she agreed and became his sex slave… But there her childhood lover reappears in her life again; someone she had vowed to marry should she set her eyes on him again her kind of man, her crush, a boy she could die for and had been in love with; TRUE LOVE… How would she sort out his slave master, Tony and be free for true love?
"I need a fuck gift from you right now. I won't tell your boss," she whispered... A cute, dashing boy is trapped between a man's admiration and a woman's sexual desire. Things will get really naughty and dirty as the love of his life, Opula returns to have her man back. Lust, love, and addiction won't be missing as every lover takes his or her side of love. Let's turn the pages and get entangled..
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.