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Grace is a young girl who struggled with addiction within the confinement of her home. Never allowed to step out of the house, until help came mysteriously.
Her expression made it clear that something was not right. Of course! It wasn't. After she finished yet another round of watching porn and masturbating, who would think she would be alright? There was an unpleasant smell coming from the room. Her clothes were on the floor, and she was gasping for breath. Hot tears went down freely. She was pained, bitter. She never imagined herself engaging in such acts. She didn't include masturbation into the plans she had for herself. Her room was painted blue, the color of her bedsheet was the same as the room.
Her parents were the working class category, so she spent time with their house help. By the time she turned twenty, she was still struggling with her addiction to porn and her tendency to mess up her own body. Not only was she struggling with those, her self esteem was reduced. She would ask herself, how could she call herself a Christian, when her moral life was a complete mess. She lay on the bed, still shedding tears of regrets. How did she get into this mess? How did she end up here? Yes! She recalled spending her entire adolescence at the age of thirteen, she was still in her early teens.
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7 years ago
The only child of her parents, Grace is a thirteen-year-old Nigerian teenager. As funny as it sounds, she was meant to be in school, but no, her parents declined the idea, simply because they felt their only daughter could be corrupted by her environment. So, to keep her educated, private tutoring were organized for her, from her stage as a little child to her teen age. No one could question the authority of the parents, they were people holding high offices and power in the society. From the look of things, one could easily say that Grace lived a happy life.
She was pampered beyond anything a girl could ask for. Their home included a swimming pool, a playhouse, housekeeping services, various toys, outfits, and footwear, ample funds in her account, and a smartphone-not just a smartphone, but a laptop as well. She had the luxuries of life at her feet. But Grace felt something was missing. Yes! A thing she could see her parents didn't see. She lacked communication. She was ignorant of her environment. She was smart, but she also had a very bad social life. Her Christian life was funny too. They were devout Christians who regularly went to church. They never missed one. She always thought she could exercise her freedom. But no, Sundays were supposed to be spent sitting with her parents.
A girl unintentionally stepped on Grace one Sunday after the service. The girl apologized, and Grace accepted, grinning broadly and saying, "It is okay." Her happiness was not derived from the girl's apology, but rather from her discussion with her tutors and a non-family member. But her joy was short-lived.
"Watch your steps next time girl!" her mother thundered, out of the blue. The girl got terrified and left the two immediately.
Margaret, her mother, questioned, "Are you okay?"
With a frown, Grace said, "I was," and left her mother alone. Can life be better than this? she asked herself, before getting into the car. They were driven back to the house by their vehicle.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
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."