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09/09/2025

Married to the devil's son
The man I was forced to marry and his family are into something diabolic 😲😲

Chapter 13 – The Madness They Gave Me
I had made up my mind. I was not going to die in this house without a fight.
For nights, I had planned my escape—counting the guards, memorizing the doors, even keeping a pair of flat slippers hidden under the bed in case I had to run.
But every path I traced ended in death. I could feel it. Whoever left this house without permission didn’t leave alive.
So I waited.
The perfect moment came on a Sunday afternoon. The whole family was gathered in the sitting room—Chike, his father, his mother, even his younger cousin. A guest, a well-dressed family friend, was also seated, sipping wine.
This was my chance. They wouldn’t dare expose themselves in front of a stranger.
I stood up, trembling but determined.
“I need to say something,” I announced. All eyes turned to me.
My voice wavered, but I forced the words out.
“I know what you’re hiding in this house. I saw the room. I saw the head. You can’t keep pretending like nothing is happening here. I deserve to leave. I deserve my life back!”
The air grew thick. For a moment, no one said a word. The guest frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
Then Chike’s mother let out a low, pitying sigh. She shook her head and turned to the guest.
“You’ll have to forgive her,” she said, her tone heavy with fake sorrow. “Our daughter-in-law has… mental struggles.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?” I gasped.
“Yes,” Chike’s father added calmly, his voice smooth as silk. “She stopped taking her medication weeks ago. Sometimes she imagines things—terrible, frightening things.” He turned to Chike. “Who let her out of her room?”
My knees buckled. “No—no, I’m not crazy!” I screamed. “I saw it! I swear to God I saw it!”
The guest looked at me now like I was some rabid animal.
“Take her back in,” Chike’s voice cut sharply, like a whip across my skin. He didn’t look at me with love, or even pity—only with cold command.
“No, Chike, please!” I begged, tears spilling down my face as I clutched the chair for support. “Don’t let them do this to me! I’m not sick!”
But Chike stood, towering over me. His hand clamped around my wrist, so tight I thought my bones would snap.
“Take her back inside,” he repeated, dragging me toward the hallway.
The last thing I saw before the door slammed behind me was the guest’s uneasy face—yet he said nothing. No one said anything.
And in that silence, I realized something far worse than the horror in that hidden room:
They had already buried me alive inside this house.

To be continued...

08/09/2025

Married to the devil's son
My husband and his family are into something diabolical 😶‍🌫️😲

Paying my father's debt

Chapter 12 – No One Believes Me

I sat at the edge of the bed, phone clutched tightly in my hands. My palms were clammy, my heart still thundering from the night before. The wall where the door had once been loomed in my mind, mocking me. I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer.

When Mama’s voice came through the line, I almost broke into tears.

“Mama… there’s something wrong in this house,” I whispered, glancing toward the door as if someone might be listening. “I saw—” my voice cracked. “I saw a head in a room they told me not to enter. It was real, Mama, I swear it. But now the room is gone. It disappeared.”

There was a pause on the other end, then a sigh.
“Oh, my daughter. You need to grow up,” Mama said flatly. “You’ve been watching too many of those horror films. That’s how your mind starts playing tricks on you.”

“No, Mama!” I cried, clutching the phone tighter. “It’s not in my head. I’m not imagining things. Please, just let me come home for a while. Just a week, that’s all I’m asking. I—”

“Eh-eh,” she cut me off sharply. “Instead of talking about nonsense, have you sent the money I asked for? Your brother’s school fees are due, and things are hard here. Stop behaving like a child and focus on your marriage.”

Her words stabbed deeper than any knife. My lips trembled, but she didn’t stop.
“You begged me to support this marriage, and now you’re calling me with stories of ghosts and heads? Please, my daughter. Do the right thing. Support your husband. We need you.”

“Mama—” I whispered, my chest caving in.

But the line clicked dead. She had ended the call.

I sat frozen, the weight of it crushing me. My only hope, the one person I thought would believe me, had dismissed me like a child. All she cared about was the money.

I pressed the phone to my chest, tears slipping down my face in silence. I wasn’t crazy. I knew what I saw. But now, I was truly alone.

And in the quiet darkness of that house, I could almost feel the walls listening, smiling.

To be continued...

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04/09/2025

Paying my father's debt
In the process I was forced to marry the devil's son 💔💔

Chapter 11 – The Vanishing Room

The house was quiet, but my heart wasn’t. It raced as I crept back to that forbidden corridor. I don’t know what possessed me, maybe curiosity, maybe the ache of suspicion that had been gnawing at me for days.

I pushed the door open just a little, and there it was.

A head.

Fresh. The skin pale and waxy, the eyes wide open in eternal shock, lips frozen mid-scream. Blood still clung to the hair, dripping onto the floor in slow, thick drops.

I staggered back, my hand flying to my mouth to choke down the scream threatening to tear out of me. My stomach churned, bile clawing at my throat.

Then—cold steel.

Something hard pressed against the back of my skull. I didn’t even get to turn. A sharp pain bloomed across my head, and everything went black.

—

When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room.

The ceiling above me blurred in and out, my head pounding with each throb. I touched the back of my skull—tender, aching. Not a dream. It couldn’t have been.

But the way everyone behaved… it made me question myself.

Chike was at my side, stroking my hair, his eyes full of worry. “You fainted,” he whispered softly. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

His mother hovered in the background, her smile sharp as a blade. “Maybe marriage life is too much for her.”

They spoke to me like I had simply collapsed from exhaustion. No mention of what I had seen, no flicker of guilt or fear in their expressions. Just calm, careful words, as if they were trying to lull me into believing it was all in my head.

But the pain at the back of my skull told another story.

—

That night, long after the house had quieted and the maids had gone home, I slipped out of bed. The moonlight guided my steps back to the corridor. My pulse raced as I reached for the door.

But the door wasn’t there.

I froze, blinking at the wall before me. The same corridor, the same pale tiles, but no door. No wood, no handle, no crack in the wall. Just smooth, unbroken plaster.

My chest tightened.

“No,” I whispered, running my palms along the wall. “No, I saw it. It was here… it was right here!”

I clawed at the smooth surface, my nails scraping against plaster. “I saw the head. I know what I saw. I’m not dreaming. I’m not crazy!”

The silence of the house swallowed my words whole.

But deep down, I knew.

This house was alive. And it was playing with me.

To be continued

03/09/2025

Paying my father's debt💔
In the process I married the devil's son 😭

Chapter 10 – The Forbidden Door

Life with Chike had become strangely softer. He still held my hands, still tucked me close at night, still smiled at me in a way that made my heart skip despite myself. For the first time since my father gave me away, I caught myself laughing—really laughing—when he teased me during dinner.

But his mother… she was different.

Each time I entered a room, her eyes followed me. Cold, piercing, unreadable. She never raised her voice, never insulted me outright, but the weight of her gaze was heavier than a thousand curses. Sometimes, when Chike wasn’t looking, her lips tightened into something that looked too much like hate.

One evening after dinner, I caught her whispering to her husband in Igbo, her tone sharp and accusing. The words were too hushed for me to understand, but I caught my name in the middle of it. When she saw me, her smile was quick and false, her voice suddenly sweet as palm wine. But I wasn’t fooled.

That night, something woke me. A soft creak, like footsteps pressing against old wood. Chike wasn’t beside me in bed. My pulse quickened as I sat up, straining my ears. Then I heard it—the sound of hushed voices, echoing faintly through the hall.

I tiptoed toward the corridor, my bare feet cold against the marble tiles. The house was darker than usual, shadows stretching long and thin across the walls. I followed the voices until I saw them—Chike, his father, and his mother—all three standing before the door I had been warned never to enter.

The forbidden room.

My breath caught in my throat.

Chike’s father held a brass lantern, its flame flickering against their faces. His mother clutched a bundle wrapped in white cloth, something that looked suspiciously like a small animal struggling within. And Chike… my sweet Chike… his expression was nothing like the gentle man who kissed my forehead at night. His face was hard, eyes gleaming with something wild, almost… feral.

They whispered something in unison, a chant too low for me to make out. Then the door creaked open on its own, though no hand touched it. A rush of icy wind burst out, carrying with it a smell that made bile rise in my throat—rot, blood, and something I couldn’t name.

I wanted to scream, but my body froze.

Chike glanced back suddenly, his eyes flashing in the dim light. For a moment, I thought he had seen me. My heart thundered so loudly I was sure it would betray me. But he turned back and stepped inside, disappearing into the darkness beyond the door. His parents followed, and the door slammed shut, rattling the walls.

The corridor fell silent.

I staggered back, pressing my hand to my mouth, my bracelet glinting faintly in the moonlight.

Maybe I had been wrong to think he had changed. Maybe the monster I feared was real after all—only this time, he wasn’t hiding it.

And I… I had just fallen in love with him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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