EPISODE1
I slowly drew close to the helpless man firmly tied to a tree
and removed the piece of cloth used to cover his eyes. He
stared at me with shock and surprise. He couldn't believe his
eyes.
"yes Kelvin. It's me, why are you so surprised huh?" i asked
with an unforgiving smile. His lips quivered, his face coloured
more deeply. Tears instantly melted his eyes. Unfortunately
none of it moved me. My heart was already made up and
cold.
"Dear me!, Stella i beg of you. What's in your mind?, what are
you planning to do to me?" he managed to ask with trembling
lips. I stared at his youthful body. He was so handsome,
young and charming, but deep inside, he was nothing but a
crook. A cunning b#####d. A gold digger.
I pointed the 9mm gun i held to his face, cocked it and smiled,
"nobody pulls a fast one at me. My face will be the last thing
you will ever see in your miserable life" i threatened with a
laugh while he screamed with all his might. My finger went to
the trigger…….
How did my story with Kelvin begin???
……….
I guess i have to start from the very begining.
……..
My name is stella ****. The only daughter of a popular Imo
state politician. A bonafide orlu daughter, but was born in
florida which equally made me an American citizen.
I grew up in a family of four boys which influenced my life a
great deal. I grew up like a boy and behaved like one until i
became more matured. The only thing that differentiated me
from my siblings was that i did my primary and secondary
education in one of the unity schools in Nigeria while they did
theirs abroad. But i however did my university education in
America. So i really wasn't a novice in Nigeria.
In 2009, i clocked 30 and fully returned to Nigeria with two
degrees, a fat bank account, a hotel in owerri {which was a
gift from my old dad}.
The current governor of my state equally was a close family
friend and his contact was on my speed dial.
Infact i had everything a lady could dream of. Money, respect
and freedom. The only thing that i lacked was a husband, but
it really wasn't as if i cared for one. I was yet to meet the guy
who could command my unwavering respect and loyalty.
I already had experimented with a whole lot of them. Whites,
blacks, french and so on but none gave me the appeal i
wanted. Well all i enjoyed was perhaps the s#x….
Settling down in Owerri however changed my life. I felt i knew
it all, not until i was brainwashed and screwed by a Nigerian
guy. But nobody screws me and lives to make a story out of
it…..
To be continued.
