Novels by Oyin_D

Kamara “This makes no sense, and I am disappointed.” Chantelle sucked her teeth, slurping on her milkshake with a frown. Meeting with my dad after the first confrontation I had with both parents in Diego had meddled in made me feel hopeful. I thought he was meeting to tell me that he understood why I would make such a decision, and also to apologize for putting me through so much trouble. In my head, I had envisioned us crying in each other’s arms. Embrace ourselves, and he reassures me that he has got my back. But I was wrong. He had come once again to judge and condemn me. The pain I have had to endure because of my family in the past few months is immeasurable. Didn’t realize I was just wasting my life. There is Ciara, who is living a double life and is unbothered about anyone. I blame myself for being so considerate. To make matters worse, that dumb Diego keeps poking my fresh scar. Reminding me of my woeful decisions. I don’t know how long I can take the pressure. I have consi

DiegoMy neck aches really badly. Today was quite hectic. I detest dealing with folks who think the mafia business is something they can joke around with. Rubbing the back of my neck slowly, i let out a delightful sigh as I entered the kitchen and caught a whiff of chicken. Nana must have made her special chicken casserole. I love every bit of it. Would have to warm some for myself to eat. Didn’t even realize I haven’t eaten since noon until now. Found the soup and was about to scoop some of it onto a plate when I heard a loud sniff. I tried to ignore it, thinking I must have heard wrong, but it came again. This time it was followed by a sob. Someone is crying. My heart thumped at the thought of the person being Nana. I hurried towards the room and yanked the door open. I felt a bit relieved that it wasn’t Nana. Still, it was bothersome to see Kamara bent over a mannequin with her growing belly, working on a dress, and crying. The position can harm the child. I wonder where the nurse

Kamara“Ma’am, don’t you think it will be best if you get an assistant? It isn’t advisable for you to keep working yourself out.” The nurse whined in my ear as i knelt by the foot of the mannequin to pin down a dress. I don’t know if her complaints are Diego’s instructions or if they are true medical advice. I am the one with the body and I am not complaining. But she is always finding some fault in the activities I indulge in like it is okay to also just lie down all day doing nothing. I can’t afford to miss out on creating designs that could aid my entry into the fashion school in the next session. I would be done with the pregnancy and everyone else here. The only one I would miss is Nana. “Miss Kamara.” She interrupted my thoughts. Letting out a curse under my breath, I sat down and huffed. “What do you want with me? As you can see this is also an exercise. Why are you stressing me out?” “Sir Diego doesn’t……” “That’s enough!” I stopped her with a stern glare. “As long as I am

Kamara“You did assault him,” I murmured like a fool. Shame washed over me as I felt a warm trickle down my thigh. What have I become? Having sex with a man who had my brother beaten until he landed in a hospital. “Why exactly will you do that?” I screamed, throwing all of my emotions out to the wind. Fuck every one of them. Diego didn’t flinch a bit as he zipped up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Kamara.” Asshole! He was back to his cold self. Like he wasn’t just plowing through my pussy a few minutes ago. Tears filled my eyes as the pleasure wrung out of me replacing itself with rage. “I didn’t sign my family off to you, Diego. Abusing them because you have the power to isn’t appropriate.” “If your family does not know exactly how to behave, it is my job to put them in their place. Just because you and I are acquainted, they already think they can talk to me as they please. Your brother had the audacity to storm my office just to ac

Kamara's POV “Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don't know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn't help but chuckle as I hummed. I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum's name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call. “Hello?” “Kamara!” My mother's panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It's your brother– Jason– he was attacked.” My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?” “He's in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego's men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can't you just be without trouble for

Kamara's POV I opened my eyes to the stream of sunlight coming directly into the room. It took me a while before my gaze finally adjusted. I roughed my hair up drowsily as I looked around me. I was dressed in my nightwear and in the room. I was confused for a split second before everything that happened last night came flooding my head. My face flushed as I covered my face with my palm. I couldn't believe I had consented to actually having sex in the car. That's any woman's fantasy. A small giggle escaped my lips as I swung my feet down from the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Diego had cleaned me up against last night and washed me up and one thing I had to admit this new prescription made me see much more gentle sides of him. Even if it was just because of the baby, in order to reduce my stress level, it wasn't bad to have him care for me once in a while like he did both times we've had sex now. I walked down towards the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of gla