Novels by oluwanifemii

Anastasia's POV"Wake up, Anastasia! You can't die on me now, not when I've only just begun to toy with you," Kelvin sneered, his grip on my throat like a vice. I fought to break free, but his hands were unyielding.Finally, I managed to pry open my eyes, it was only a dream, I gasped for air as if it were a luxury. "Anastasia, darling," my father cooed, his presence a welcome respite from Kelvin's cruelty.But my relief was short-lived, as my gaze fell upon my stepmother and sister, their eyes blazing with malevolence.I turned my attention back to my father, the beeping of the hospital machines a stark reminder of my precarious situation. "What happened to you, my princess?" he asked, his voice laced with concern."Kelvin...Kelvin is trying to kill me, Father," I whispered urgently. "I need to get out of here, now!""Look, darling, your husband is here," my father said, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and concern."He's not my husband!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the

Anastasia's POVMy eyes widened in terror as I frantically dropped the gun and raised my hands in surrender."No... please... I didn't do this! I didn't kill anyone!" I stuttered, desperate to proclaim my innocence.But my pleas fell on deaf ears. "Stay back, Mrs. Arnold. Hands in the air!" the officer commanded, their grip on me tightening as they handcuffed me.I struggled against the restraints, my voice hoarse from screaming."No, you have to listen to me! I'm innocent! Kelvin Arnold is behind this, not me! He's the one who killed them, not me!"But my words were met with cold indifference, and I was dragged away, my hands bound behind me, my heart heavy with despair."Please, officers, you have to listen to me! I'm begging you, hear me out!" I pleaded, my eyes overflowing with tears as I was forced into the police van like a common criminal. It had all happened so suddenly, and Kelvin was behind it all. I wept, my tears falling like rain, as the pain and betrayal seared into my h

Anastasia's POVAs I descended the stairs, the eerie silence of the mansion enveloped me. Nora's greeting was laced with a hint of trepidation. "Good morning, ma'am." Her eyes darted around, as if searching for an escape from the tension."Where are your colleagues?" I asked, my instincts sensing something was amiss.Nora's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Sir Kelvin fired them all this morning. Except for me and one other."My heart raced as I processed the news. "He said he had no use for a full house since you would be leaving soon." Nora's eyes pleaded for reassurance. "Is that true, ma'am?"I bit back a curse, my mind reeling from Kelvin's audacity. "No, it isn't true," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage. "Go ahead, Nora. Thank you for informing me."I hastily retreated to my bedroom, fear gripping my heart. What other sinister plans did Kelvin have in store for me? The silence of the mansion seemed to be closing in, and I knew I had to act fast to protect myself from h

Anastasia's POVKelvin disentangled himself from Sarah's embrace, zipping up his pants with a nonchalant air, as if he was simply adjusting his attire, not just moments after being caught in the act of betrayal.His gaze met mine, and his voice dripped with venom as he sneered, "You know, Anastasia, for a woman as stunning as you, you're astonishingly naive. So blind to the truth that I never had any genuine interest in you from the start."Each word felt like a razor-sharp slice to my heart, the pain piercing and relentless. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, wiping them away with a fierce determination.I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. The shards of my shattered heart cut deep, but I stood tall, my eyes locked on his, my spirit unbroken."You finally admit it, you wretched bastard," I spat, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill."Oh, come on, you saw the signs, but I guess you loved me too much to give up on this worthles

Anastasia's POVCertainly, I've seen people trapped in loveless marriages, but I'm not one of them. As a young woman, presumed daughter of the affluent Wellington family, I defied convention and married the man of my choice, rather than settling for a life of servitude like many of my peers. And I've never looked back with regret.As I busied myself in the kitchen, whipping up a special breakfast for my husband and me on our third anniversary, one of the maids approached me hesitantly. "Ma'am, are you certain we can't assist you?"I smiled, pouring the fluffy pancakes onto a plate with precision. "No, thank you, I've got this. Today is a special day, and I want to do everything myself to make it perfect for him."The maid nodded and retreated, leaving me to my culinary endeavors. I savored the moment, relishing the joy of doing something special for the man I loved, and the life we had built together.I smiled to myself, drizzling honey over the fluffy pancakes, lost in the warmth of