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07/02/2025

SECRETS OF THE STEPFATHER – EPISODE 3🔥
🌹Written by [Mc Funny Writes] 🌹

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The hospital hallway buzzed with tension. Mama sat stiffly on a plastic chair, her coral gele slightly tilted, her eyes glued to the lab door. Omolola stared at her shaking hands, the words *DNA Results: 99.9% Match* burning in her mind. Demola paced nearby, his agbada creased, his face pale.

Daniel leaned against the wall, filming everything. Smile, Papa. This might be your last TikTok.

Mama’s voice cut through the silence. The doctor said the child isn’t Demola’s.

Demola froze. What?

Omolola’s head je**ed up. What do you mean?

Mama threw the report at her. The test says the father is Daniel.

Daniel’s smirk vanished. Me? That’s impossible!

Demola lunged at him. You ruined my life, you snake!

Security guards rushed in, pulling them apart as Mama collapsed into sobs.

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That night, Omolola sat on her bed, staring at the DNA report. A knock startled her. Daniel stood in the doorway, his cocky grin replaced by panic.

You set me up. How?

I didn’t! Omolola whispered. I swear—

Liar! Daniel grabbed her arm. You think I’d touch you? You’re my sister!

Half-sister, Demola’s voice growled from the shadows. He stepped in, holding an old photo. Thanks to your mother.

The photo showed a younger Demola with Daniel’s late mother. She was my secretary. Your father was sterile. Ask Mama.

Daniel’s face twisted. You’re lying.

Demola tossed a faded medical report on the bed. Your mother begged me to save her marriage. So I… helped.

Omolola gasped. Daniel is… yours?

Daniel stumbled back, clutching the report. No… NO!

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The next morning, Mama sat alone in the parlor, clutching a rosary. Omolola approached quietly.

Mama… I’m sorry.

Sorry? Mama’s laugh was hollow. Your father was right. This family is cursed. She opened a drawer, pulling out a dusty journal. Read it. Then burn it.

The journal’s first entry: I married Demola to hide my pregnancy. Omolola’s real father is…

A scream echoed from upstairs. Daniel’s room was empty, his window open. On his bed lay a note: Meet me at the lagoon. Bring ₦10M or I drown the truth.

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Omolola and Demola arrived at the lagoon at midnight. Daniel stood on the bridge, holding a USB drive. This has everything—Mama’s lies, your affairs. Pay or I jump.

Demola stepped forward. Give it here, boy.

Daniel laughed, wild and unhinged. You think I’m bluffing? Watch me—

A gunshot rang out. Daniel staggered, the USB slipping into the dark water below.

Mama stepped from the shadows, a pistol trembling in her grip. No one destroys my family.

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TBC...

05/02/2025

SECRETS OF THE STEPFATHER – EPISODE 2🔥
🌹Written by [Mc Funny Writes]🌹

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Daniel dangled the red lace lingerie like a trophy, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Five hundred thousand naira, Dad. Or I send this photo to Mom.

Demola’s jaw tightened, his gold tooth catching the dim kitchen light. You think this is a game, Daniel? Put that down.

A game? Daniel snorted, waving his phone. You want the whole family to see how you’ve been ‘teaching’ Omolola in the kitchen?
Omolola gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white. Daniel, stop! This isn’t what it looks like!

Really? Daniel’s voice dripped sarcasm. Then why is your underwear in his kitchen?
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That night, Demola cornered Omolola in the dimly lit garage, his voice a low growl. You’ve ruined everything. Do you know what this will do to me? To us?

To us? Omolola hissed, shoving him back. You forced me! I’ll tell Mama everything!

Demola grabbed her wrist, his breath hot against her ear. And who will she believe? The loyal husband or the reckless girl who’s always been trouble?
Headlights sliced through the darkness. Mama’s car pulled into the driveway.

Fix this, Demola spat, shoving a wad of cash into Omolola’s hand. Give Daniel half now. The rest later.
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Mama stormed into the house, her designer heels clicking like a countdown to doom. Daniel sent me a photo. Explain. Now.

Omolola’s throat went dry. “It’s… it’s a misunderstanding. Daniel took it out of context—”

Misunderstanding? Mama’s voice cracked like a whip. She thrust her phone in Omolola’s face—a blurry shot of Demola’s hand on her waist. Is this misunderstanding why your underwear was under the fridge?!

Demola stepped forward, palms raised. Nne, let’s talk calmly. Daniel is trying to extort us—

Us? Mama’s slap echoed through the room. You disgust me. Both of you.

Omolola crumpled to her knees. Mama, he threatened me! I didn’t want this!”

“Lies! Demola barked. She’s been seducing me for months! Ask her where she got that necklace!

Mama’s eyes narrowed at the gold chain around Omolola’s neck—a gift from Demola.
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At midnight, Omolola crept into Daniel’s room, the naira notes damp in her sweaty palm. Take this. Delete the photo.

Daniel counted the cash, his smile cold. Two hundred thousand? This isn’t even half.
It’s all he gave me!
Then tell him to sell his Porsche. Daniel tapped his phone, revealing a video—Demola cornering her in the kitchen, his hands roaming. “Or this goes viral.”

The door flew open.

Mama stood frozen in the doorway, clutching a crumpled pregnancy test from Omolola’s trash. Her voice trembled with rage.

“What. Is. This?”

Omolola’s blood ran cold as Mama raised the test—two bold pink lines.
Mama’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife. Tomorrow, we go to the hospital. If that child is his, you’ll both pay.

Omolola trembled, her tears soaking into the Persian rug. Mama, I swear—

Save your lies! Mama turned to Demola, her eyes blazing. And you. If this test proves you’re the father, I’ll hand you to the police myself.

Demola’s jaw twitched. You’d destroy this family over her fantasies?
Daniel leaned against the doorframe, filming. Don’t worry, Papa. I’ll make sure your fantasies go viral.

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That night, Demola cornered Omolola in the moonlit garden, his breath ragged. Take these pills. They’ll end this problem quietly.

She recoiled from the vial. “I won’t kill my baby!”

Then you’ll wish you had, Demola hissed. If that child is mine, Mama will bury us both.

A twig snapped. Daniel stepped into the shadows, phone glowing. Papa, ₦1 million by dawn, or the world sees how you negotiate.
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The next morning, the hospital hallway buzzed with tension. Nurses eyed the family warily as Mama marched Omolola into the lab.
Doctor: The DNA results will take 48 hours. We’ll call you.
Mama’s grip tightened on Omolola’s arm. We’ll wait here.

Demola paced like a caged lion. This is absurd! I have meetings!

Sit. Down, Mama’s voice left no room for argument.
At midnight, Omolola woke to the acrid smell of smoke. She rushed to the window—Demola’s Porsche was engulfed in flames.
Daniel: (voice cold) He tried to run. I stopped him.
Demola lay unconscious on the driveway, a wrench glinting in the firelight.

Mama: (screaming) What have you done?!
Daniel raised his phone, the video of Demola’s threats playing on loop. Ask him what he tried to do.

The hospital called. Mama answered, her face draining of color.The DNA test… it’s not possible.

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**TBC…

04/02/2025

# # # 🔥SECRETS OF THE STEPFATHER – EPISODE 1🔥
🌹Written by [Mc Funny writes]🌹

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The aroma of jollof rice filled the kitchen as Omolola swayed her hips to Burna Boy’s *“City Boys”*, her wooden spoon conducting the rhythm. The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains, painting golden stripes on her Ankara dress. She didn’t hear him creep in.

**“Omo, this jollof go sweet o!”**

Omolola jumped, nearly dropping the spoon. Demola leaned against the doorway, his agbada sleeves rolled up, eyes roaming her body like a hungry hyena.

Demola, why you dey sneak like thief? she snapped, stirring the pot harder. Abeg, commot for here!

He chuckled, stepping closer. Na your mama send me. She say make I check if you dey burn the rice… but na your nyash dey burn my eyes.

Eww! She whirled around, spoon raised like a weapon. Demola, craze dey worry you? Respect yourself!

Abeg, na joke! He grinned, gold tooth glinting. Help me tie my apron. My hand dey pain me.

Omolola hesitated but stepped forward. As she fumbled with the apron strings, his hands slid around her waist.

Demola! She shoved him back. “Daniel dey—”

SLAM! The front door shook.

“Omolola! Wetin you dey cook? My stomach dey cry!” Daniel’s voice boomed down the hallway.

Demola stumbled into the fridge, knocking over a bottle of Fanta. “Quick, clean am!”

Daniel stomped into the kitchen, eyes narrowing as he sniffed the air. **“Wetin dey smell like fear for here?”**

“Fear? Na your head dey smell!” Omolola snapped, scrubbing the sticky Fanta off the tiles.

Daniel smirked, eyeing Demola’s untied apron. “Papa, you dey learn how to cook? Or… *other things*?”

“Daniel, no disrespect me!” Demola barked, adjusting his trousers. “Carry this plate go parlour!”

Daniel grabbed the plate, but not before his foot kicked something under the fridge—a **RED LACE G-STRING**.

“Omolola…”Daniel held it up, lips curling. “This no be mama own o. Tufiakwa!”

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TBC…🌚

02/02/2025

Happy New Month, Fams! 😌🤲🙌🙏 May this month bring you blessings, protection, and guidance. 🙏

Pro-life message for ya all: 😇😇🙏

Sometimes God will stop your steps to protect you from dangerous situations ahead. Your waiting might be meant to save you and put you in the right direction. Try to be on the Lord's side always. 🙏

Remain blessed, household! 🏠 Happy New Month! 😇😇😌🎉

31/01/2025

HE CHASED OUT HIS SICK WIFE AND THEN MARRIED HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND.

Episode 3

Jessica had found peace again, thanks to Raphael. His kindness and patience had helped her heal from the scars Sam had left behind. Raphael went out of his way to bring joy back into her life, taking her to places she had never imagined visiting. They visited serene beaches, vibrant markets, and cultural landmarks. For the first time in years, Jessica smiled freely. Her laughter, once buried under layers of pain, began to surface again.

Raphael’s joy was evident as he watched Jessica rediscover herself. He loved her deeply and wanted to make her happiness permanent. A few months after they started going out, Raphael knelt before Jessica one evening in the garden of his house.

“Jessica,” he began, holding a small velvet box in his hand. “You’ve brought light into my life in ways I can’t describe. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Will you marry me?”

Jessica was stunned. Her hands trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that someone like Raphael, so kind and loving, wanted to marry her. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “I need to think about it.”

That night, Jessica confided in Ada. “Ada, do you think I’m doing the right thing? What if I’m making a mistake?”

Ada, ever supportive, smiled and held Jessica’s hands. “Madam, Mr. Raphael is a good man. He loves you and has stood by you through everything. You deserve to be happy. Don’t let fear stop you.”

Jessica thought about Ada’s words and realized she was right. The next day, Jessica said yes to Raphael’s proposal. His joy was unmatched as he hugged her tightly, promising to love and protect her forever.

That evening, they celebrated their engagement with a quiet dinner at home. As they talked and laughed, the bond between them grew deeper. One thing led to another, and for the first time, Jessica felt truly loved and cherished in Raphael’s arms. It was a night of intimacy that marked a new beginning for her.
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A few weeks later, Jessica began to feel unwell. At first, she thought it was stress, but Ada encouraged her to visit the doctor. To Jessica’s shock and joy, the doctor confirmed that she was pregnant.

Jessica’s heart raced as she remembered the painful losses she had experienced in the past. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing this baby too. She prayed daily, asking God to protect her child. “Lord, please,” she whispered every night. “Let this baby live.”

Her prayers were answered. As the months passed, her belly grew, and each milestone brought her closer to the realization that this pregnancy was different. Raphael was overjoyed and cared for her with unwavering dedication, ensuring she had everything she needed.

At the same time, Amara’s pregnancy progressed smoothly. She gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, and Sam was over the moon. He threw a big party to celebrate, inviting friends and family to welcome his son into the world. Amara basked in the attention, proud of the child she had given Sam.

A few months later, Jessica gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Raphael’s joy knew no bounds too as he held his daughter for the first time. “Thank you, Jessica,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

The arrival of the two babies brought joy to their respective homes. Both families were thriving, and life seemed perfect. But fate had a twist in store.

Two years later, Sam and Amara’s son, little David, fell seriously ill. The boy had been running a high fever and struggling to breathe. Sam rushed him to the hospital, where the doctors discovered he needed an urgent blood transfusion.

“Don’t worry,” Sam told the doctors. “I’m his father. You can use my blood.”

The doctors quickly tested Sam’s blood, but their findings left them stunned. The lead doctor called Sam aside. “Mr. Sam,” he said hesitantly, “we’ve tested your blood, but it doesn’t match your son’s. You’re not his biological father.”

Sam froze, his mind racing. “What are you saying? That’s impossible! I’m his father!”

The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but the test is conclusive. We need to contact the mother to find a matching donor.”
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Sam felt the ground shift beneath him. His hands trembled as he tried to make sense of what he had just heard. Amara had gone home to prepare food for them at the hospital, so he was alone with the crushing weight of the revelation.

He paced the hospital corridor, anger and confusion swirling inside him. Memories of the past two years played in his mind, the joy of David’s birth, the celebrations, the pride he had felt as a father. Now, all of it seemed like a cruel joke.

When Amara returned to the hospital, she found Sam sitting in the waiting area, his face pale and his fists clenched. She approached him cautiously. “Sam, what’s wrong? How’s David?”

Sam stood up, his voice trembling with anger. "Amara, we need to talk. Now."

Amara began to shake, fearing something had happened to their child. But when Sam asked, "Who is his father? He needs blood," she nearly lost control.

"I can explain," she stammered through tears. Sam froze, his own tears starting to fall.

"I wanted to win you back," Amara admitted, sobbing. "So I made it seem like the baby was yours. But it’s not, it’s my ex’s."

"What?" Sam exclaimed in shock.

"And... I did something terrible," Amara continued, guilt overwhelming her. "I used a charm to stop your wife from conceiving so you’d leave her and marry me. I’m so sorry." With that, she ran out of the hospital, leaving Sam devastated.

Sam broke down in tears, but it was too late to reconcile with his former wife, Jessica.

A few weeks later, Sam mustered the courage to find Jessica, not to bring her back, but to ask for her forgiveness.

"I forgive you." Said Jessica.

"Thank you." replied Sam in tears, and then left with a shattered heart.

Jessica stood before their gate, watching Sam leave in tears.

No matter how desperate a situation seems, dishonesty and manipulation will only bring pain and regret.

Be honest and open, as trust is the foundation of any healthy relationship. Once broken, it’s hard to rebuild.

THE END!

©️ Blessing-Enejo Abrahams Elleywrites
And Elleywrite's African Stories.

30/01/2025

HUSBAND CHASED OUT HIS SICK WIFE AND THEN MARRIED HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND.

Episode 2

Inside the house, Amara could barely contain her excitement. She threw herself onto Sam, wrapping her arms around his neck as she laughed with glee. “Finally, Sam!” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “It’s just the two of us now. No more drama, no more Jessica.”

Sam smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “We deserve this, Amara. I’m done with all that stress.”

To celebrate their newfound freedom, Sam went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. They popped the bottle, letting the cork fly across the room, and laughed as they toasted to their future. “To us,” Amara said, raising her glass, her eyes shining. “To a fresh start.”

The two clinked their glasses together and spent the rest of the evening planning their new life. They danced in the living room, their joy echoing through the house. Little did they know that outside, the rain was soaking the fragile frame of the woman Sam had once promised to love and protect.
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Jessica and Ada struggled to walk through the quiet, rain-soaked road. The cold rainwater trickled down Jessica’s face, mixing with her tears. Her legs felt like lead, and her breathing was labored. Ada held onto her madam, doing her best to support her, but she too was growing weak.

Suddenly, the faint sound of an approaching car broke the silence. A sleek black car came to a slow stop beside them, and the window rolled down to reveal a young man with a kind face. He looked at them with concern, his dark eyes softening as he took in their soaked and exhausted forms.

“Madam, are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Jessica tried to speak but couldn’t find the strength. It was Ada who answered. “Please, sir, we need help. Madam is very sick.”

The man nodded without hesitation. “Come in,” he said, stepping out of the car and opening the door for them. “You shouldn’t be out in this rain.”

With the man’s help, they both climbed into the car, Jessica leaning heavily on Ada. As soon as they were seated, Ada slumped forward, unconscious.

“God! What’s happening?” the man exclaimed, quickly adjusting the rearview mirror to check on her. “Hold on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Jessica was too weak to respond, but she silently prayed for Ada as the car sped through the rain.

At the hospital, the young man, who introduced himself as Raphael, carried Ada into the emergency room while Jessica was helped into a wheelchair by the nurses. Raphael stayed by their side, his heart heavy with worry. He paced the waiting room as the nurses attended to Ada.

“Will she be okay?” Raphael asked one of the nurses.

“She’s dehydrated and exhausted, but she’ll be fine after some rest,” the nurse assured him.

Jessica, now sitting on a hospital bed, looked at Raphael with gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice weak but sincere. “You saved us.”

Raphael shook his head. “Don’t thank me. I couldn’t just leave you out there. You both needed help.”

Ada regained consciousness after a few hours, and the first thing she did was look for Jessica. “Madam,” she said weakly, reaching for her. Jessica held her hand, tears streaming down her face. “I’m here, Ada. I’m here.”

Raphael stood by, watching the bond between the two women. He couldn’t understand how someone could abandon them in such a state, but he decided not to ask questions just yet.

Meanwhile, Amara and Sam were living their best lives. They spent their days shopping, attending events, and cruising around town. At night, they hit the nightclubs, dancing and laughing without a care in the world. To Sam, this was the life he had always wanted, carefree, exciting, and free from the burden of Jessica’s sickness and constant heartbreak.
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Amara, ever the life of the party, basked in the attention they received wherever they went. To her, Jessica was a distant memory, and she was determined to keep it that way.

When Jessica was discharged from the hospital, Raphael offered to drive them home. But as they sat in the car, Jessica hesitated. “I have no home,” she admitted quietly. “My husband threw me out.”

Raphael was silent for a moment, processing her words. Then he made a decision. “You can stay with me,” he said. “I live alone in a big house. You’ll be safe there.”

Jessica looked at him in disbelief. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You won’t be,” Raphael said firmly. “I have more than enough space. Please, let me help you.”

Jessica nodded, too tired to argue. When they arrived at Raphael’s house, she was stunned. The house was large, with a beautiful garden and spacious rooms. Raphael showed them to a comfortable guest room and assured them they could stay as long as they needed.

“You’ve been through enough,” he said. “Focus on getting better.”

Six weeks later, Amara walked into the living room where Sam was watching TV. She had a radiant smile on her face and an envelope in her hand. “Sam,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Sam asked, sitting up.

Amara handed him the envelope, and he opened it to find a pregnancy test result. His eyes widened as he read the words. “You’re pregnant?”

Amara nodded, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Yes, Sam. We’re going to have a baby.”

Sam jumped to his feet and hugged her tightly. “This is the best news ever! I can’t believe it!”

They celebrated the news by going out for dinner, their joy evident to everyone around them. To Sam, this was the confirmation he needed that he had made the right decision. He finally felt like his life was falling into place.

Back at Raphael’s house, Jessica was slowly regaining her strength. With Raphael and Ada’s support, she began to heal, both physically and emotionally. She spent her days reading, praying, and reflecting on her life. Though the pain of her husband’s betrayal still lingered, she was beginning to find hope again.

Raphael, ever kind and patient, became a source of comfort for her. He listened to her stories, encouraged her to eat, and reminded her that she was not alone. Ada, who had fully recovered, was always by her side, offering her unwavering support.

Jessica didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, she felt hope.

To Be Continued…

©️ Blessing-Enejo Abrahams Elleywrites
And Elleywrite's African Stories.

29/01/2025

HE CHASED OUT HIS SICK WIFE AND THEN MARRIED HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND.

EPISODE 1

The sun had barely risen when Jessica heard the loud thud of the front door slamming. She was lying on the bed, her body weak and frail, her heart heavier than the weight of her sickness. She turned her head slowly to see Sam, her husband, storming into the room, his face twisted with anger and impatience. Behind him was another woman, beautiful, confident, and smugly smiling. Jessica recognized her immediately. It was Amara, Sam’s ex-girlfriend.

Jessica’s heart skipped as she tried to sit up, but her body betrayed her. She was still recovering from the latest tragedy, the loss of her sixth pregnancy. The pain of her loss was unbearable, but what made it worse was the coldness of the man she called her husband. Mr. Sam had changed over the years, but today, he was a stranger.

"Jessica," Sam said, his voice sharp like a knife. "I can't do this anymore. I need children, real children, not memories of babies that never make it past your womb."

Jessica's eyes filled with tears as his words pierced through her like arrows. “Sam, what are you saying? I’ve been trying. You know how hard this has been for me too.”

He sneered, unmoved by her plea. “Trying? Jessica, I’m tired of trying. I’ve brought Amara here because she can give me what you can’t. You need to leave this house. Today.”

Jessica’s body trembled, and her lips quivered. “Sam, please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m still sick. At least let me recover first. Where will I go?”

Sam ignored her words and walked to the wardrobe. He began pulling out her clothes and throwing them into a bag. Amara stood by the doorway, her arms crossed and her lips curled in a smirk. She didn’t say a word, but her presence alone was a declaration of triumph.
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Jessica tried to get out of bed, the drip still attached to her arm. Her legs wobbled, and she clutched the bedside table for support. “Sam,” she begged, tears streaming down her face, “I have nowhere to go. This is my home too.”

Sam didn’t even look at her. He grabbed the bag he had packed and threw it out of the room. “Your home? This is my house, Jessica. You’re nothing but a failure. You’ve failed me as a wife. I’ve endured enough.”

Jessica collapsed back onto the bed, her strength failing her. Amara’s laughter filled the room, cold and mocking. “Jessica, don’t embarrass yourself,” Amara said. “Just leave quietly. You’re only making things harder for yourself.”

The house help, Ada, who had been silently watching from the hallway, could no longer bear the sight. She rushed into the room and knelt beside Jessica in tears. “Madam, please, let me help you,” she said, her voice shaky with emotion.

Jessica looked at Ada, her only ally in the house, and nodded weakly. Ada helped her to her feet, careful not to disturb the drip. Together, they shuffled toward the door, but before they could step out, Sam pushed them both.

“Get out!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. “And don’t come back.”

Jessica stumbled and fell to the floor outside the house. Ada crouched beside her, holding her tightly as she cried. Sam slammed the door shut and locked it, the sound of the bolt sliding into place signaling the end of everything Jessica had ever known. Amara’s laughter could still be heard from inside.

Jessica sat on the cold, hard ground, her body shaking with sobs. “Why, Sam? Why would you do this to me?” she whispered to herself.

Ada looked at her madam with tears in her own eyes. “Madam, don’t cry. God will fight for you. Let’s go somewhere safe.”

Jessica shook her head. “Where would we go, Ada? I have no one. My parents are gone. My siblings have their own families. This was supposed to be my home.”
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Ada hugged her tightly, her young heart breaking for the woman who had always treated her kindly. “We will find a way, madam. We will.”

Jessica tried to stand again, leaning heavily on Ada for support. As they moved slowly down the road, Jessica turned back to look at the house she had called home for the past ten years. It was no longer hers. The door was closed, and the man she had loved was gone, replaced by someone she could no longer recognize.

From the window, Amara watched them leave, her smile wide and triumphant. Inside, Sam poured himself a drink and sank into the couch, ignoring the faint sound of Jessica’s sobs fading into the distance.

The sky grew darker.

"Madam, let's look for somewhere to stay till the rain stops, it's not good for your health." Said Ada, still supporting Jessica as they walked.

"There's no need Ada, I want to be under it so I can communicate directly with God through the rain."; Jessica replied in tears.

The rain began to fall, soaking Jessica and Ada as they walked. Jessica’s steps grew heavier with each passing moment, her strength waning. She looked up at the heavens, the rain mixing with her tears. “God, where are You?” she whispered. “Why have You abandoned me?”

Ada tightened her grip on Jessica, shielding her from the rain as best as she could. “Madam, don’t lose hope. God will not abandon us.”

They kept walking, not knowing where they were going, but Jessica knew one thing for certain, her life would never be the same again.

The betrayal, the humiliation, and the pain were too much to bear. But deep within her, a small spark of determination flickered. She would survive this. Somehow, she would find the strength to rise again. She just didn’t know how yet.

As the rain continued to pour, Jessica and Ada disappeared into the distance, leaving behind the house that had once been her sanctuary but was now nothing more than a prison of heartbreak and betrayal.

To Be Continued tomorrow...

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23/01/2025

CORPER DIAMOND

Episode 3
.. Mama Risi had always been wary of Corper Diamond. His charm and closeness to baby Ivy never sat right with her. Day after day, she watched as Mrs. Purity handed Ivy over to him without hesitation, and she grew more suspicious. Something about Diamond’s behavior didn’t feel normal, and Mama Risi’s instincts told her that all was not as it seemed.

One sunny afternoon, Mrs. Purity was in her shop preparing to go to the market. Ivy had been restless all morning, and as usual, she took her to Diamond’s room. “Please help me watch her, Corper Diamond,” she said, dropping Ivy on his bed. “I won’t take long.”

“No problem,” Diamond replied with a smile. “You know I’m always here for Ivy.”

Mrs. Purity left, confident that her baby was in good hands. But Mama Risi, sitting outside her flat, saw the exchange and decided to act on her growing suspicions. She waited until Mrs. Purity was out of sight, then tiptoed toward Diamond’s room.

Standing outside his window, she peeked inside. What she saw made her heart stop. Her mouth fell open, and she quickly clamped her hands over it to keep from screaming. She stumbled backward, shaking with fear and rage.

“No, no, no!” she whispered to herself. “I knew it! I knew something was wrong with that boy!”
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Without wasting a second, Mama Risi ran out of the compound to find Mrs. Purity. Luckily, she had just finished buying her goods and was on her way back. Grabbing Mrs. Purity by the arm, Mama Risi shouted, “Come with me! Now!”

Startled, Mrs. Purity struggled to carry her goods as Mama Risi dragged her toward Diamond’s room. “Mama Risi, what’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“You’ll see for yourself!” Mama Risi snapped, pulling her along.

Mrs. Purity immediately dumped her goods on the ground not minding if there was anything fragile in there.

When they got to Diamond’s window, Mama Risi gestured for her to look. Mrs. Purity hesitated but finally peeked inside, seeing Diamond still moaning. What she saw made her knees buckle. Her heart pounded as tears filled her eyes.

“No! No! This can’t be happening!” she cried.

Immediately, the two women began banging on Diamond’s door, shouting at the top of their lungs. “Open this door! Open it now!” they screamed.

When there was no response, they threw themselves against the door, hitting it with all their strength until it finally gave way. Inside, Corper Diamond was on his knees, his face pale with fear. He started pleading.

“Please, I’m sorry! Forgive me! It’s not what it looks like!” he begged, tears streaming down his face.

But Mama Risi didn’t wait to hear more. With a burst of fury, she pounced on him, slapping and hitting him with everything she had. “You devil! You snake!” she shouted. “What did this innocent baby do to you?”

Mrs. Purity stood frozen, unable to process what she had just seen. The sound of her baby’s soft cries snapped her back to reality. She grabbed Ivy, clutching her close, tears streaming down her face. “My baby! My Ivy!”

Their screams drew the attention of neighbors and passersby, who rushed into the compound to see what was happening. When they heard what Diamond had done, the crowd grew angrier. Someone called the police, and within minutes, officers arrived to take Diamond away.

That evening, the compound was quiet, but the air was heavy with tension and sorrow. Mrs. Purity sat in her flat, holding Ivy tightly as she cried uncontrollably. She was heartbroken and ashamed. How could she have been so blind? How could she have trusted Diamond with her precious baby?

When Mr. Sola returned from work, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him what had happened. She simply shook her head when he asked why she was crying. “It’s nothing,” she whispered, wiping her tears.

But later that night, Ivy’s cries pierced the silence. Her temperature had risen, and she was crying in pain. Mr. Sola, now deeply worried, insisted they take her to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctors examined Ivy and asked a series of questions. Mrs. Purity, still shaken, could barely explain what had happened. The doctors eventually discovered that Ivy had ingested something harmful, likely during her time with Diamond.

Mr Sola was shocked, confused what the doctors were talking about. Mrs Purity explained everything to him with tears in her eyes and he broke down in tears.

“This is serious,” the doctor said gravely. “Whatever she consumed is affecting her stomach. We need to monitor her closely.”

Over the next few days, Ivy’s condition worsened. Her tiny stomach began to protrude, and she cried constantly from the pain. Mrs. Purity and Mr. Sola stayed by her side day and night, praying for her recovery.

Despite the doctors’ efforts, Ivy’s condition took a turn for the worse. Her small body couldn’t handle the damage that had been done. One heartbreaking morning, just as the sun was rising, Ivy passed away in her mother’s arms.

Mrs. Purity’s scream echoed through the hospital corridors. “No! No! My baby! My Ivy!” she wailed, collapsing on the floor. Mr. Sola tried to console her, but his own heart was shattered.
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Meanwhile, news of Ivy’s death spread quickly through the town. At the police station, Corper Diamond was informed of the tragedy. He broke down in tears, but his pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears.

The case went to court, and the evidence against Diamond was overwhelming. Witness testimonies, medical reports, and Mama Risi’s account left no room for doubt. The judge sentenced him to a lengthy prison term for molestation and harm to an innocent child.

Back at the compound, life was never the same. Mrs. Purity closed her shop and rarely left her flat. She blamed herself for trusting Diamond and couldn’t bear to face the neighbors. Mr. Sola tried to be strong for his wife, but the loss of Ivy left a deep void in their hearts.

Mama Risi, though vindicated, found no joy in being right. She spent many nights praying for the family, hoping they would find healing.

In the end, the story of Corper Diamond served as a cautionary tale for the entire town. It reminded everyone of the dangers of blind trust and the importance of protecting the most vulnerable among us.

Though Ivy’s life was tragically cut short, her memory lived on as a symbol of innocence and the need for vigilance. And as the compound tried to move forward, her loss became a painful reminder that not all smiles can be trusted, and even the kindest-seeming strangers can hide dark secrets.

Watch your children, and be vigilant. A word of advise from Elleywrite's Stories.
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