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17/01/2025

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CHAPTER 28🎉

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🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞

"Ah, good afternoon, Pastor Mike. I didn’t know you were coming," Beatrice said, watching the pastor, who seemed to be scanning the entire house as though sensing something unusual.

"There’s a blood-sucking demon in this house. Where are they?" Pastor Mike asked urgently.

Beatrice, confused, responded, "What demon are you talking about, Pastor? There are no demons here. It's just a kind lady and a doctor inside, tending to my sick son."

Pastor Mike shook his head and said, "Oh, Sister Beatrice, what has happened to your prayer life? Why has it dwindled? You've become so distracted by the things of this world that you're blind to the spiritual dangers happening right under your nose.".

Beatrice's heart raced. She couldn’t believe what Pastor Mike was saying. “Pastor, I don’t understand. How could there be a demon in my house? I’ve prayed for my son, and the doctor is just here to help.”

Pastor Mike stepped closer, his voice firm but compassionate. “Sister Beatrice, the enemy is cunning. He can disguise himself in many forms. Your lack of prayer and discernment has given this evil a foothold. You must trust me. I sense a dark presence, and it’s feeding off the vulnerability here.”

Beatrice hesitated, glancing towards the closed door where the doctor and the woman were attending to her son. She felt torn between her faith and what seemed like the practical steps she had taken to care for her child.

"What should I do, Pastor?" Beatrice asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pastor Mike placed a hand on her shoulder. “We must pray, Beatrice. And quickly. But first, you must open your eyes and see the truth for what it is. That ‘good lady’ you mentioned,she is not what she seems.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean? She’s been nothing but kind and helpful!”

Pastor Mike’s gaze hardened. “Evil often wears the mask of kindness. But we’ll know soon enough. Let’s go inside. We need to confront this spirit before it’s too late.”

“Sister Beatrice the pastor is right look how dark your home is, it's clouded with evil.. The lady knew your light was very hot in Christ and she did everything to distract you from the presence of God. I guess she use her expense gift to buy you over.” Abike the head of the prayer said.

Beatrice stood there drawn in regret.

“Before we Open the door, we shall pray for about five minutes. Then we open the door." The pastor said and they all joined their hands together and began worshipping and praying.

Here’s an edited version of your scene with more clarity and structure, while keeping the dramatic tone:

---

In Emeka's room, the queen of mummies, climb on Emeka. After sucking his gbola till he cūm in her mouth.

her lips curling into a twisted smile as she moved to position herself over his erected gbola. But just as she was about to insert the gbola on her pus.sy, the native beads around her wrist began flashing with a sudden, bright light.

Startled, the Queen Mother jumped off Emeka immediately. “They're here, Cassandra,” she hissed, her voice sharp with urgency.

Cassandra, who had been lounging nearby, stood up at once. “Who?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

“The woman—Beatrice—she must have called her church pastor,” the Queen Mother replied, hastily pulling on her clothes. Her movements were quick, practiced, as though she'd faced interruptions like this before.

“We need to leave, now,” the Queen ordered, her tone brooking no argument.

“But the ritual isn’t complete,” Cassandra protested, frowning as she glanced back at Emeka, still sprawled on the bed.

“I know,” the Queen Mother snapped, “but we’ll finish it elsewhere. Dress the boy. He’s coming with us.”

Cassandra obeyed, moving to Emeka and hurriedly pulling his clothes back on.

“These fools think their prayers will have any power over us,” the Queen sneered as she slipped on her shoes.

“As for Beatrice,” she added with a malicious smile, “I will deal with her personally for defying me. She should have known better than to bring a pastor into this.”

Cassandra nodded, finishing dressing Emeka. “She’ll regret it.”

The Queen of Mummies did something with the small cow horn she held, and instantly, Emeka sneezed, jolting awake from his unconsciousness. Without hesitation, she locked eyes with him, hypnotizing him so he would follow their commands without question.

“Now follow us to the car,” she ordered. Emeka, sitting up, nodded obediently and began following them out of the room, his expression vacant.

As they reached the living room, about to pass through, a voice halted them.

“Excuse me, young ladies,” Pastor Mike said firmly, stepping forward. “You’re not leaving here without confessing to all the atrocities you’ve committed.”

The Queen of Mummies stopped, her eyes narrowing. “And who do you think you are to stop us?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

“I am a servant of the Lord,” Pastor Mike replied, his stance unwavering. “Now, confess and be free, or remain stubborn and watch the power of God destroy you.”

Behind him, the prayer warriors continued fervently, their voices rising in tongues as they prayed without ceasing, filling the room with a spiritual intensity.

But the Queen Mother merely smiled. Without a word, she raised the cow horn and pointed it at Pastor Mike. In an instant, he staggered, his vision blurring as dizziness overtook him. With a soft groan, he collapsed to the ground, and blank out.

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CHAPTER 28🎉

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"Ah, good afternoon, Pastor Mike. I didn’t know you were coming," Beatrice said, watching the pastor, who seemed to be scanning the entire house as though sensing something unusual.

"There’s a blood-sucking demon in this house. Where are they?" Pastor Mike asked urgently.

Beatrice, confused, responded, "What demon are you talking about, Pastor? There are no demons here. It's just a kind lady and a doctor inside, tending to my sick son."

Pastor Mike shook his head and said, "Oh, Sister Beatrice, what has happened to your prayer life? Why has it dwindled? You've become so distracted by the things of this world that you're blind to the spiritual dangers happening right under your nose.".

Beatrice's heart raced. She couldn’t believe what Pastor Mike was saying. “Pastor, I don’t understand. How could there be a demon in my house? I’ve prayed for my son, and the doctor is just here to help.”

Pastor Mike stepped closer, his voice firm but compassionate. “Sister Beatrice, the enemy is cunning. He can disguise himself in many forms. Your lack of prayer and discernment has given this evil a foothold. You must trust me. I sense a dark presence, and it’s feeding off the vulnerability here.”

Beatrice hesitated, glancing towards the closed door where the doctor and the woman were attending to her son. She felt torn between her faith and what seemed like the practical steps she had taken to care for her child.

"What should I do, Pastor?" Beatrice asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pastor Mike placed a hand on her shoulder. “We must pray, Beatrice. And quickly. But first, you must open your eyes and see the truth for what it is. That ‘good lady’ you mentioned,she is not what she seems.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean? She’s been nothing but kind and helpful!”

Pastor Mike’s gaze hardened. “Evil often wears the mask of kindness. But we’ll know soon enough. Let’s go inside. We need to confront this spirit before it’s too late.”

“Sister Beatrice the pastor is right look how dark your home is, it's clouded with evil.. The lady knew your light was very hot in Christ and she did everything to distract you from the presence of God. I guess she use her expense gift to buy you over.” Abike the head of the prayer said.

Beatrice stood there drawn in regret.

“Before we Open the door, we shall pray for about five minutes. Then we open the door." The pastor said and they all joined their hands together and began worshipping and praying.

Here’s an edited version of your scene with more clarity and structure, while keeping the dramatic tone:

---

In Emeka's room, the queen of mummies, climb on Emeka. After sucking his gbola till he cūm in her mouth.

her lips curling into a twisted smile as she moved to position herself over his erected gbola. But just as she was about to insert the gbola on her pus.sy, the native beads around her wrist began flashing with a sudden, bright light.

Startled, the Queen Mother jumped off Emeka immediately. “They're here, Cassandra,” she hissed, her voice sharp with urgency.

Cassandra, who had been lounging nearby, stood up at once. “Who?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

“The woman—Beatrice—she must have called her church pastor,” the Queen Mother replied, hastily pulling on her clothes. Her movements were quick, practiced, as though she'd faced interruptions like this before.

“We need to leave, now,” the Queen ordered, her tone brooking no argument.

“But the ritual isn’t complete,” Cassandra protested, frowning as she glanced back at Emeka, still sprawled on the bed.

“I know,” the Queen Mother snapped, “but we’ll finish it elsewhere. Dress the boy. He’s coming with us.”

Cassandra obeyed, moving to Emeka and hurriedly pulling his clothes back on.

“These fools think their prayers will have any power over us,” the Queen sneered as she slipped on her shoes.

“As for Beatrice,” she added with a malicious smile, “I will deal with her personally for defying me. She should have known better than to bring a pastor into this.”

Cassandra nodded, finishing dressing Emeka. “She’ll regret it.”

The Queen of Mummies did something with the small cow horn she held, and instantly, Emeka sneezed, jolting awake from his unconsciousness. Without hesitation, she locked eyes with him, hypnotizing him so he would follow their commands without question.

“Now follow us to the car,” she ordered. Emeka, sitting up, nodded obediently and began following them out of the room, his expression vacant.

As they reached the living room, about to pass through, a voice halted them.

“Excuse me, young ladies,” Pastor Mike said firmly, stepping forward. “You’re not leaving here without confessing to all the atrocities you’ve committed.”

The Queen of Mummies stopped, her eyes narrowing. “And who do you think you are to stop us?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

“I am a servant of the Lord,” Pastor Mike replied, his stance unwavering. “Now, confess and be free, or remain stubborn and watch the power of God destroy you.”

Behind him, the prayer warriors continued fervently, their voices rising in tongues as they prayed without ceasing, filling the room with a spiritual intensity.

But the Queen Mother merely smiled. Without a word, she raised the cow horn and pointed it at Pastor Mike. In an instant, he staggered, his vision blurring as dizziness overtook him. With a soft groan, he collapsed to the ground, and blank out.

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CHAPTER 26🎉/ 27

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WRITER'S POV

The security guard hurried in alongside Beatrice, both ready to help get Emeka to the hospital.

They stepped inside, and without hesitation, the guard rushed over to Emeka, carefully lifting him from the ground.

The security guard lifted Emeka gently, his body limp and unresponsive. Beatrice watched with trembling hands as they carefully placed him onto the couch.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled with her phone, trying to reach pastor again, tho he had assured her he was on his way already.

“We need to move quickly,” the guard said, his voice steady but urgent.

Beatrice nodded, her eyes wide with fear, she cabt afford to lose her only son. She hurriedly grabbed Eneka's car keys and signaled the guard to help carry Emeka outside.

Together, they guided him into the backseat of the car, laying him down as best they could.

As Beatrice slid into the driver’s seat, her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Her mind raced with worry, but she tried to stay calm.
She pressed her foot on the accelerator, speeding off toward the hospital.

The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by Emeka's shallow breathing. Beatrice kept glancing in the rearview mirror, praying that he would wake up before they got there.

Just then, Beatrice’s phone rang. It was Madam Cassandra calling.

She pulled over to a safe corner and slid her finger across the screen to answer.

"Hello?" Beatrice said, her voice shaky.

"Take Emmy back home," Madam Cassandra's calm yet firm voice came through. "I’m bringing a very good doctor to attend to him at home. And don’t call any pastor."

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, confused by the instructions, but responded, "Alright."

After the call ended, she made a U-turn and headed back home, her mind racing.

Why would Cassandra ask her not to bring a pastor? It seemed suspicious, but Beatrice knew better than to question Cassandra. After all, she had done so much for her and her son.

But then, "How did Cassandra finds out that she's taking Emeka to the hospital? " She thought deeply.

Maybe who knows, Jude the security man might have called her. " She thought driving into the streets.

Meanwhile:

Emeka found himself once again in that same eerie forest, standing before the faceless woman. He was barefoot, with only a red cloth tied around his waist.

This time, the faceless woman held his hand, leading him deeper into the forest.

"Speak, Emeka. Don’t be silent, she has no authority over you," a voice echoed in his mind.

Emeka, who had been following the faceless woman obediently, suddenly stopped. He yanked his hand away from hers.

"Who are you, and where are you taking me?" Emeka demanded.

"I am your wife. I blessed you with big gbola ," the faceless woman replied, her voice calm but unsettling.

"You didn’t give me anything," Emeka snapped.

"And last time I checked, I’m not married. Even if I were, I wouldn’t be married to a deity like you. As for my big gbola, it is giving to me by the Lord, not from you."

The faceless woman paused for a moment, her head tilting slightly as if she were studying him.

"You think your Lord gave you the gbola right?
You belong to me, Emeka. Your strength, your success, your very breath, it’s all because of me," she said, her voice growing colder. "Deny it all you want, but you can't escape your fate."

Emeka took a step back, his mind racing....

Emeka stood firm, his heart pounding, but he refused to let fear control him.

"I don’t belong to you," he said, his voice steady. "Whatever power you think you have over me, it's broken."

The faceless woman let out a low, menacing laugh. "You’re mistaken, Emeka. You may resist, but the bond between us is deeper than you understand. You've already accepted me once whether you remember or not."

Emeka shook his head, defiant. "No. I reject you. Whatever bond you think we have, it’s over."

The woman raised her hand, and the air around them seemed to grow heavier. The trees bent under an invisible force, the forest darkening even more.

"You can’t reject what you’ve already accepted," she hissed, stepping closer. "Remember your promise, Emeka. You can’t escape it."

But just as she reached for him again, that same voice from before echoed in his mind.

"Call on the name above all names, Emeka. Break free."

Emeka’s eyes widened as the words resonated deep within him. Summoning every ounce of strength, he shouted, "In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave me!"

Holy Ghost kobo! I call on you whip her for me.

Holy Ghost 🔥 fire I call on you!! Fire her for me.
!!

Oh you faceless woman, my budoza Jesus will clear you off your root and sand you to hell fire!!!

Holy Ghost fire!!

I am not reachable!

Emeka kept saying😁

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CHAPTER 27🎉

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WRITER'S POV

The faceless woman shrieked, her form flickering as if struggling to maintain its hold on him. The forest began to quake, the ground beneath Emeka shaking violently.

"You cannot defeat me!" she screamed, but her voice was now weaker, fading as her figure started to disintegrate into the dark mist.

With one final surge of energy, Emeka shouted again, "I am free in the name of Jesus!"

Emeka remember all the Christian songs her mother usually sing during the morning devotion when he was growing up.

And began singing the one he could recall.

The faceless woman let out one last shriek before vanishing completely, leaving Emeka alone in the now-silent forest.

He collapsed to his knees, exhausted but victorious, the oppressive darkness around him lifting.

Suddenly, he felt a bright light envelop him, and just as quickly as he had entered the strange realm, he felt himself being pulled out.

---

Back in the real world, Emeka’s eyes fluttered open. He was lying on his bed, Cassandra and a strange woman Emeka could recall from the night, as the Queen of mummies.

Was sitting beside him on the bed. hey were both putting on the same material they put on were they were initiating him some nights ago.

"Jesus? What are you doing here?" Emeka screamed, sitting abruptly on the floor.

Madam Cassandra and the Queen of Mummies exchanged puzzled looks.

"As a member of the Sugar World, and a fully initiated one at that, you are forbidden from uttering that holy name ever again," the Queen of Mummies declared.

"I’m not your member! I'm a proud member of a chosen church, the one my mother raised me in. Other than that, I don’t belong to any other organization," I retorted.

"Silence, boy. That’s not why we’re here. We need your manhõod," the Queen Mother said, causing me to burst into laughter.

"You must be joking! How can you say you need my manhõod? For what?" I asked incredulously.

"I need your manhõod to maintain myself. As long as you belong to the Sugar World, whatever is yours belongs to everyone," she explained sternly.

I looked over at Cassandra to gauge her reaction, and she nodded, signaling for me to comply. Were they serious, or was this some kind of joke?

"I had heard so many amazing tales about your big gbola, I'll also have a test of it." The Queen of mummy said shamelessly.

"Infact, am fed up of this game am going to tell my mom outside." Emeka said standing up from the bed.

But just then. The Queen of mummies stuck him with the corn horn she was holding all along and Emeka fell back to the bed and become unconscious instantly.

Just then the Queen mother made some incantations and Eneka's cloth pulled off from his body. He became stark na.ked with his gbola standing erect. Queen mother pulled off her materials leaving her also stark næked.

The rules in the sugar world is that any boy that's been initiated to the sugar world. The Queen must sleep with him. While the rightful owner sits and watch all that will happen. Just then

Just then the Queen walked to the bed and instantly wrapped her mouth around Eneka's gbola.
Instantly Eneka's unconscious body shoke vigorously as if being electricuted.

****

Meanwhille Beatrice paced to and fro in the living room,

Worriedly waiting to hear from Cassandra about Eneka's condition, Beatrice sat anxiously in the living room. Earlier, Cassandra had entered with a lady doctor and instructed Beatrice to stay put until she was called, while she and the doctor went into Eneka's room.

Time passed, and with no word from them, Beatrice's anxiety grew. She debated going to knock on the door, if only to know what was happening with her son.

Just as she stood up, ready to act, the door opened. To her surprise, her pastor entered, accompanied by some prayer warriors.

TBC

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CHAPTER 25🎉

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Eneka's

I woke up and yawned loudly as my stomach grumbled. The realization hit me—I hadn't eaten anything yesterday.

I got out of bed, opened the door, and headed out to find something to eat. Unlike yesterday, I felt much better today.

But as soon as I opened the door, I was met with a surprise. The whole place was decorated, with the words "I AM SORRY, EMMY. I MISS YOU. FORGIVE ME ALREADY" written on the wall.

I ignored it and headed straight for the kitchen, at least to get something to eat.

As I approached the kitchen, the sweet aroma of fresh vegetable soup wafted through the door, making my stomach grumble even louder. I opened the door and saw Cassandra, wearing bum shorts and a small sleeveless top under an apron, busy cooking.

I walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of milk and a bottle of water, and was about to leave. Even though I was hungry, there was no way I could bring myself to eat Cassandra's food. Who knows what she might have put in it?

As I strode toward the door, I heard her voice.

"Emmy, how long are we going to keep doing this? What's done is done. Can't you just forget it already?" she said, and I felt her arms wrap around me in a hug from behind.

---

I froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Her words lingered in the air, but my mind was still clouded with everything that had happened. I gently removed her hands from around me and turned to face her.

"Cassandra, it’s not that simple," I said, my voice low but firm. "You don’t just forget things like that."

Her eyes softened, a mixture of guilt and frustration showing on her face. "I know, Emmy. I know I messed up, but I’m trying here. Can’t you see that?"

I glanced at the soup simmering on the stove, the aroma still tempting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of distrust. I stepped back, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I see you trying, Cass. But I need time," I replied, my gaze shifting to the floor. "You can’t just cook me a meal and think everything will magically be fine."

She wiped her hands on her apron and sighed, taking a step closer. "I’m not asking for everything to be fine right away. I’m asking for a chance, Emmy. Just one chance for us to fix this."

I looked at her, really looked at her this time.

I have missed her truth be told.. we kept staring at each other's eyes and just then she grabbed me closer to herself and ki me

I couldn't resist her kiss,I also kissed her back.

She took the milk and the water from my hand and tossed it off

He pushed me slightly, making my back to leaning on the fridge.

She slide down my sleep short and knelt down and began playing with my gbola in her mouth.

She used her teeth to bite it slightly as I gasp.
As I held her head firmly to my gbola.

Sha kept sucking on my gbola , I closed my eyes enjoying every of her touch.

She kept sucking and licking me at the same time.

She began giving me a fast blow job like a retired Ashawo that she's.

I moanad loudly after some minutes, I felt my ball tighten and instantly I cum. On her mouth.

She let me go instantly.. and just then I remember what she did to me.
I drag my short up and left the room.

Three days later

---

Finally, I went home to my mom. At first, I didn’t want to face her because I blamed her for the mess I’m in right now.

But I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever. No matter what, she’s still my mother and the only family I have. Besides, she had been calling Cassandra’s phone multiple times just to get in touch with me.

"Emmy, you’re home!" she exclaimed, rushing toward me with open arms.

But I pushed her away. She was stunned by my reaction, but I didn’t care. I walked past her, heading straight to my room. She stood there, staring at me in disbelief, but I couldn’t be bothered.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My vision blurred, and before I knew it, I was collapsing. I hit the ground hard.

The last thing I heard was my mother’s panicked voice calling out to me, her footsteps rushing toward me, and then everything went black.

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**WRITER'S NOTE:**

Beatrice rushed toward Emeka, calling his name and shaking him, but he didn’t respond. Panic rising, she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed her pastor. While on the call, she ran toward the gate to summon the security guard to help her get Emeka to the hospital.

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CHAPTER 23&24

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NEXT DAY...

Eneka's pov

I woke up to a credit alert of 6 million naira from Madam Cassandra.

After the initiation, I felt so weak and drained that I couldn’t even walk properly on my own. With Cassandra’s help, I made my way to her car, and she drove me to her home.

The drive was painfully quiet. I was furious with Cassandra for her betrayal, but I couldn’t say much. Even my throat hurt badly.

I sat in the back seat, my head resting against it, eyes half-closed, lost in thought about everything that had happened. Silent tears slid down my face.

"Look, Emmy, I’m really sorry for everything" Cassandra said from the driver's seat.

I didn’t answer her. I just let my tears flow.

As we pulled into her driveway, I remained silent, still lost in my thoughts. Cassandra turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. I could feel her glancing at me through the rearview mirror, but I refused to meet her eyes.

She finally broke the silence. "Emmy, please... can we talk?"

I slowly lifted my head and wiped the tears from my cheeks. My body ached, and my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger. "Talk?" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper, still raw from the night’s events. "What is there to talk about, Cassandra?"

She sighed, turning in her seat to face me. "I know I hurt you. I didn’t want things to happen this way. It’s... complicated."

"Complicated?" I scoffed, feeling a surge of bitterness rise in me. "You betrayed me. You used me."

Cassandra looked down, her face shadowed with guilt. "I didn’t have a choice, Emmy. If I didn’t—"

"Don’t," I cut her off, my voice stronger now. "Don’t you dare say you didn’t have a choice. You always had a choice."

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening as if she was on the verge of tears, but I wasn’t ready to see her cry. Not now. Not after everything.

I opened the car door, the cool night air hitting my face as I stepped out slowly. My legs were shaky, but I refused to show any more weakness. Cassandra hurried to my side, offering to help, but I shrugged her off.

"I can walk," I muttered.

We walked to her front door in silence, the tension between us thick. She unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. Her house, usually so full of warmth and life, felt cold and foreign to me now.

"Emmy, you should rest," Cassandra said quietly, closing the door behind us. "You’ve been through a lot."

"I’ll rest when I understand why you did this," I shot back, my eyes narrowing. "Why, Cassandra? Why me?"

She hesitated, then looked at me with a mixture of sorrow and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. "You were chosen, Emmy. There’s more to this than you know."

My stomach tightened. "Chosen? What are you talking about?"

Cassandra took a deep breath. "You’re part of something bigger now, something powerful. And that money... it’s only the beginning."

A chill ran down my spine. The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, and I realized that whatever I had gotten myself into, it was far from over

I stood up and headed straight to the personal room Cassandra had given me, a space for privacy whenever I needed it.

"Are you really going without talking to me, Emmy?" she called out, following behind me.

"Don't you dare come after me," I said, my voice low but firm, as I staggered to my room and locked the door behind me.

A part of me urged me to pray, to ask God for mercy and deliverance, but I was too weak, too drained for that.

I just lay down on the bed, drowning in my own tears, ignoring Cassandra's constant knocking and pleading from outside the door.

The knocking persisted for what felt like hours, each one more desperate than the last. But I stayed curled up on the bed, my face buried in the pillow, trying to block everything out. My mind was racing, replaying the events of the night over and over like a broken record. Betrayal, confusion, pain—it all swirled inside me, too heavy to bear.

Eventually, the knocking stopped. The silence that followed was deafening, but I welcomed it. I needed to be alone, away from her lies, away from everything.

I stared at the ceiling, my eyes burning from the tears. How did I get here? How did things spiral so far out of control?

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I didn’t want to look, but something in me pushed to see who it was. Reaching over, I unlocked the screen. Another alert—6 million naira, sitting in my account. Blood money. I threw the phone across the room, hearing it crash against the wall with a loud thud.

I couldn’t take it. The weight of it all crushed me from the inside. I wanted to scream, to tear the walls down, to erase everything that had happened. But all I could do was lie there, drowning in my own helplessness.

Cassandra’s voice floated through the door, softer now, almost pleading. "Emmy, I know you hate me right now... but please, let me explain. Just... open the door."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I didn’t want to hear her voice. I didn’t want any more of her explanations.

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come and take me far away from this nightmare. But even in the silence, even in the darkness, her words haunted me. The money. The betrayal. "You were chosen."

Chosen for what? And why me?

I shuddered, feeling an emptiness deep inside me that no amount of money could ever fill.
*******

BEATRICE

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I sat in my shop, wondering why Emeka hadn’t called me all day. A strong feeling gnawed at me, telling me something wasn’t right with my boy.

I tried reaching him on my cellphone, but his line wasn’t connecting. Anxiety gripped me tighter as I recalled the dream I had last night. In the dream, I saw my late husband, furious with me.

I asked him why he was so angry, and he replied, "The only seed I left in your care—you’ve let it spoil without watering it or giving it the care it needs, all because of your selfish desires." I jolted awake, confused and worried about what his words meant.

As I sat there, lost in thought, a voice interrupted me. "Mama Emeka, you sit here thinking instead of finding solutions. Make hay while the sun shines," said Orji, the market madman, his sudden appearance startling me.

"Orji, please, I don’t have time for your crazy talk. Just take whatever you want from the shop and leave. I have too much on my mind," I said, waving him off.

"Well, I didn’t come here to take anything, but since you insist, a can of sardines and a loaf of bread wouldn’t be bad," he said, helping himself to the items.

As he turned to leave, he added with a chuckle, "Make hay while the sun shines, Beatrice. He still has a bright future."

I frowned, confused. "Who are you talking about?"

"It’s only the wise who understand the language of the elders," Orji replied, walking away with the sardines and bread, laughing like the madman he was.

A chill ran down my spine. What did Orji mean? And why am I having this strange feeling about Emeka? I fidgeted nervously, my heart heavy with worry.

🔞AUNTY 😏
STOP TOUCHING 🥒

CHAPTER 24🎉

🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞

NEXT DAY...

Eneka's pov

I woke up to a credit alert of 6 million naira from Madam Cassandra.

After the initiation, I felt so weak and drained that I couldn’t even walk properly on my own. With Cassandra’s help, I made my way to her car, and she drove me to her home.

The drive was painfully quiet. I was furious with Cassandra for her betrayal, but I couldn’t say much. Even my throat hurt badly.

I sat in the back seat, my head resting against it, eyes half-closed, lost in thought about everything that had happened. Silent tears slid down my face.

"Look, Emmy, I’m really sorry for everything" Cassandra said from the driver's seat.

I didn’t answer her. I just let my tears flow.

As we pulled into her driveway, I remained silent, still lost in my thoughts. Cassandra turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. I could feel her glancing at me through the rearview mirror, but I refused to meet her eyes.

She finally broke the silence. "Emmy, please... can we talk?"

I slowly lifted my head and wiped the tears from my cheeks. My body ached, and my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger. "Talk?" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper, still raw from the night’s events. "What is there to talk about, Cassandra?"

She sighed, turning in her seat to face me. "I know I hurt you. I didn’t want things to happen this way. It’s... complicated."

"Complicated?" I scoffed, feeling a surge of bitterness rise in me. "You betrayed me. You used me."

Cassandra looked down, her face shadowed with guilt. "I didn’t have a choice, Emmy. If I didn’t—"

"Don’t," I cut her off, my voice stronger now. "Don’t you dare say you didn’t have a choice. You always had a choice."

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening as if she was on the verge of tears
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