Romances de Olatunji Toheeb

Chapter 5Martina POV I looked at myself one last time, making sure I looked presentable for the secretary job. After sending the email, I had written an application and was told to come in for the interview today. All I prayed for was success, because if this failed again, I would have no choice but to return to working at a bar, doing part-time jobs, or even ending up as a club waitress.I stepped inside and followed the proper channel.“Good day. I’m here for the secretary position. I was asked to come in for an interview,” I told the lady I met, and she smiled.“Alright. You should head toward that door. The director and other board members will be interviewing you themselves,” she said.My heart skipped.Not just one person. What if I wasn’t given the job?I took a deep breath and walked in.Then my eyes met their faces.I nearly collapsed—none of them looked friendly.Then my gaze caught someone familiar.I froze.The guy at the club.The one who had tried to get on my nerves.

Chapter fourMartina POV “Tell me why you’ve been moody. You didn’t even tell me about your job interview. Did you get it?” Vera asked, and I took a long, deep breath.“That bastard owns the company,” I said.“Which bastard? The guy who tried to molest you and you beat up?” she asked.I shook my head. “No.”“Bruno,” I said quietly.“Wait—you mean your ex? That bastard baseball pitcher?” she shouted, and I nodded.“What the fuck?” she exclaimed, rubbing her head. Then she looked at me. “I thought he wanted to be a baseball pitcher all his life. When did he suddenly become a CEO?”I stared at her. “Is that question for me?”She sighed when she realized. “I guess he must have left his sunshine, then.”I shook my head again. “They’re still together. She’s even a director in the company. They’re getting married soon—she bragged about it. And he even had the nerve to pretend he didn’t know me.”“Such a terrible day for you,” she said angrily. “I wish I was there—I would have knocked out on

Chapter ThreeBruno POVI stopped and looked at her as she walked away. I clenched my fist inside my pocket and forced myself to pretend I was fine. Pretend I never knew her.I walked toward my office, with Jeffrey following closely behind.The moment we got inside and the door was locked, he spoke.“Bruno, are you out of your mind?” he asked.I couldn’t speak.Then he continued, “The woman you’ve yearned for all these years was standing right there, and all you could do was say cruel words and pretend not to recognize her. I had to act along with you.”“Did I ask you to stay loyal?” I snapped. “You could have shown you knew her.”He scoffed. “God, you’re messed up. First, you fake-kissed Ariana the moment you saw on the security camera that Martina was at the door—the very day her mother was undergoing surgery. And now, instead of explaining everything to her, you hurt her even more.”I could see the pain in his eyes.“What exactly should I tell her?” I asked bitterly. “That I don’t

Chapter twoMartina POV Five years laterMy phone beeped, and I didn’t want to pick it up. It was my landlord—my house rent would expire soon. Immediately the call dropped, another notification popped up on my phone. The electricity bill had been cut off because of the little money I was supposed to send to the caregiver taking care of my mother.The surgery was successful, but it resulted in the complete loss of her leg. According to the doctors, the tumor had spread. While trying to save her, they realized it was either she died or remained in a wheelchair. I chose for my mother to live, even if it meant she would be on a wheelchair.It was so difficult that I couldn’t even go back to school. I had to drop out. Since then, I’ve been working part-time—food delivery and anything I could find—just to take care of her.I couldn’t save any money at all.A few days ago, I heard they needed a janitor in a big company in the city. The payment was mouth-watering and could save me from runni

Chapter OneMartina POV“Martina, don’t tell me you used all your part-time money to buy flowers for your boyfriend. Aren’t you supposed to get something for your mother to cheer her up?” Vera, my friend, asked as she stared at the bouquet in my hands.I smiled softly.“This is worth more than you think,” I replied. “Bruno is my life, and this is just a token. I wish I could give him more. It’s not easy, especially since this is the last award before we all leave college. And besides, my mother loves him for me.”I could see anger flash across her face.“I hate that you don’t see it,” she snapped. “That international baseball pitcher is only playing you. He’ll dump you when it suits him.”I rolled my eyes. “I hate how pessimistic you always are. Please, just help me with my hair already. I can’t afford to be late. I’m his number one fan,” I said, glancing down at the jersey I was wearing with his name printed boldly across the front.A short while later, I arrived at the stadium where