To the best of my knowledge we haven't gotten to the lodge yet' 'Drop me this freaking moment or I would scream bloody murder and tell the whole world you tried to rape me 'Rape! Rape!! Rape!!! What?!!!! Thought to myself. This could not be happening 'just like Suzy
Morning like this, I look back to my past and ask myself "was it worth it? Was I just a fool? Did she ever love me or was it all a lie... maybe all the good memories and happy moments we all in my head, a product of my over imaginative mind, maybe I just conjured up the my wishes and saw them in her even when she was lying in my face
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Three years back.'Mr. Mike opara.... you have been found guilty on the charges of attempted rape and constant abuse of your girlfriend miss Johnson, therefore this court sentence you to three years in prison, your properties would be confiscated after which you would be deported back to your country on that ground of immoral act...........'The balding old white judge read out my verdict. 'But I didn't do it.... I didn't do anything to her , Suzy please tell them the truth for crying out loud' I yell, looking around wildly, why wouldn't they believe me? I never did anything to her, I would never have treated her that way but she sat their, in the first row of the court sit, sniffing and pretending to be I tears and despise.
Till now it still baffles me how she changed so fast, why she would turn against me just because of a little misunderstanding? I thought she was different from the rest, I could vouch she was nothing like those other white women who always victimize their black spouse but once again I was proved wrong about her. Now I only have myself to blame and I wish I had listened to all those warning and stayed away from her. 'Shut up you black ape, you should be happy you got a fair deal instead of rotting behind bars for rest of your miserable life' Mrs. Johnson shuts me up with so much hate and rage in her eyes, she never liked me to begin with and she always made it clear that Suzy deserved better than a 'black ape' like me so I wasn't so hurt by her words, I was used to her demeaning address of me. 'You all have to believe me, I didn't do anything, she tried to force herself on me but I didn't do anything to her!!. 'I argue, screaming loudly at the top of my voice while looking in the direction of the judge and hoping he would see the truth and sincerity in me but he was blinded by sentiment, to him I'm just another black miscreant who assaulted a white and should be prosecuted according to the law for it. Everything happened so fast and I was in a daze, the next thing I knew, my hands where cuffed and I was dragged out of the court room by multitudes of police men who lead me into a waiting van to be taken to prison.... The hell I spent the next two year of my life in misery.*******I spent the next two years of my life in confinement for a crime I never commuted and each day I rued meeting Suzy, I cursed my fate and blamed God for watching me suffer this much... I knew my poor mother back in Nigeria must have gotten a wind of my situation and I can imagine how heartbroken and embarrassed she must be of me... I wished I had listen to her insistent warning to stay away from white girls but I throw her word in the trash as nothing and brought her shame instead. Prison life was rough, tough and hellish but I scaled through. For the first few months I was depressed and lost, I would have killed myself if I had the chance too rather than face the world with misfortune and lost but then three crazy guys came into my life and turned it around real fast. 'Hey buddy! We are going to miss you so much' Joan says, patting me in the back. I never thought I would be saying this but I was going to miss them, miss this prison cell that has become a home for me in the last 24 months... after my terrible ordeal with Suzy, I made up my mind never to have anything to do with whites in my life again, to me they represent nothing but pure bad luck and evil but this three fellow standing in front of me somehow managed to force their way into my life without me realizing it. I will miss you guys too' I replied giving him a hug, Danny and Steve stood far behind with sad smiles, they were happy for me but it doesn't stop us all from being sad. Over the last few months the we have form a strong bind of brotherhood, looking out and being their for each other. 'So you'll be going back to Africa?' "Nigeria i correct Steve who is of the misconception that Africa is a country and that all African speak the same language, he never had the chance to go to school properly because as a young child he was moved from one foster home to the other, his mom was and is still a drunk while his dad abandoned them when he just three years old. Steve took to a life of crime very early in life and became an expert but willingly gave himself up to the police when he realized his life could be in danger from dangerous drug lords who had a score to settle with him. 'Right! Nigeria.... so we will never see you again? 'He asked again. 'Maybe you can come to Nigeria after your prison term 'I try to console him, he was the first person who made it a duty to get to know me regardless of my behaviour towards him. 'If I take a leave out of this place, I would be dead in the next few minutes' He replies casually. "Ooh!' I scratch the back of my head thoughtfully. 'You can write us regularly, Joan would read it to us' Danny is a Mexican with a funny accent, he came here as an illegal immigrants in search of greener pasture, he got arrested for robbing a local store and he has been here since refusing to go back to the street, according to him "I have a roof over my head, and I eat at least twice a day all without paying, what more could I ask for" He's a very funny and lively person who has resigned to fate which is a the exact opposite of Steve with the bad boy vibe. Joan is the most quiet of the group, his story is totally different from our 's. He comes from a middle class family and has been on scholarship all his life all thanks to him being a very bright student, he graduated from college as an honor student and worked for a big insurance firm for a couple of years before he was wrongfully accused of embezzling funds and got jailed. 'Yes, you should write to us, and maybe I would take a trip to Nigeria to see you when I get out' Joan agrees. 'Time's up boys... it's time for the black ape to leave' Officer smith announce, coming into our tiny cell room to crowd it either his bulky figure. He hates blacks so much and he made my life so miserable for the first few months that I was here then I got use to his snide remarks and abuse. 'Its time to go guys, I hope to see you all again' 'Maybe them but not me.... stay safe nigga' Steve says bumping my fist. All the life I tagged the term Nigga as offensive but Steve started calling me that from the first day but never in a demeaning way, in fact it has become some sort of nickname for me .I said my Good bye and was lead away by officer smith to collect what is left of my properties at the prison store. 'Here ape, take your trash' He threw a dirty plastic bag at me, I caught it fast and dig inside to find a a shirt, pair of trouser, sneakers, wrist watch and keys. Those where the things taken from me the day I was arrested at the bar. 'Dress up fast.... a car would be here to take you to the hotel, your flight is due for tomorrow' I couldn't help but thing how fast everything is happening, I was released today and I will be back in Nigeria tomorrow, it leaves a bitter pill in my throat to think of how my fate changes from lucky to being unlucky. 'C'mon move it, I don't have all day ape' He sneers
I met an angel to pure for our world. With everything she had been through she was still pure. Many would have been broken but not her and that is what made her perfect. no matter how strong I claimed to be no matter how in love I was with her I would always be nothing more than admirer one who would do just about anything for her. I was not surprised with the way her father handled things. That man would literally give his soul to the devil just to keep his position as the mafia king but that did not make it any less painful. I saw the way Sapphire grew and I tried to fill up the gaps that her father made but then again there was a limit to which I could handle the whole situation. It killed me every single time I thought about it. About things we could have been,....
I thought it was love. He made me smile. He made me feel like I was the only one that mattered. I was special to him or at least I thought so. So how could he, how could he do this to me despite knowing how I truly felt for him. They say distance makes the heart fonder. They say being alive is a blessing. They said many things to make us believe that love was a blessing but in reality it wasn't. The term love was made by people who were scared. Scared of being alone. Scared of the unknown. But I knew better. It was only but a myth.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"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?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.