Please vote. And a big thank you to everyone for reading. Happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️CHAPTER TEN ChristodiaI have been living with this guy for five months, and I think I'm I am in love with my captor. No, it is just Stockholm syndrome. I seem to wait anxiously for his return every day. And whenever I see his face, I get excited for no reason. Whenever I remember our love makings, I seem to feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. I hate myself for this but I really look forward to his love making every time he is near. I guess it is because he is excellent in that departure.'Christodia, you are crazy'. This is what has become my marathon whenever I giggle like a teenager who is in love. This happens when I think of him and as a result I smile when I see him. I have tried to stop myself from feeling anything for him but I have failed miserably. I hate myself that I no longer what to escape from him. In fact, I wish to be near him every time. I need time to get away and get my thought
Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ please vote too. Love you 😘😘😘😘Chapter eleven: the escapeCHRISTODIA What do I do? I can't go back to my family; I might put them in danger and I can't go back to him. I am pregnant and should be thinking of my baby too. I must run away. I turn to look at the driver and he was on the phone, probably giving him updates of where I am and what I'm doing. This is my last chance of escaping. If I don't do it now, I might never be able to leave.It was as if for once God was on my side, one of the children playing the football broke his leg there and then and screamed. His mother, I am sure, rushed to his side and a couple of people also gather around. Soon, there was a crowd gathering around the boy and I joined. Making sure that I had successful minded with the crowd, I moved towards another end of the park and snatched a dark fur coat from one of the benches there and put it on. Some passer byers were also moving towards the scene, I successfully m
CHAPTER TWELVE: CHRISTODIAIt's been three years since I left Kwame Agyapong's side. I made sure not to look for him or do anything that will expose my where about to him. I avoided every news that had to do with him. He could be dead for all I care. I needed to move on and keeping taps on him will not help me. In fact, it wasn't easy at first, there was this constant battle within me. I so wanted to go back to him because I have become used to having him by my side every night. Most at times, at night, I will cry for him and in the morning, I will be angry with myself for crying over him. I had my child to think of. I took it one day at a time but gradually I was able to sleep without crying. Maryrose told me about her auntie in Sandema and there is where I went to have my baby. I had a baby boy who is the splitting image of his father. Maybe he became the replica of his father because I thought so much of him during my pregnancy, but I adore my boy. I would give my life for him.
Chapter 13: foundKwame AgyapongI never knew my prayers have been answered and that the answer I was fervently praying for was right under my nose. I smiled as I stared at the picture I was holding. It was a picture of my girl and our son. How I knew the boy was mine? Simple he was me. I mean looking at him was like looking at my childhood picture. The resembles was shocking. The only thing he took from his mother was his diastema. That was all he took from his mother. The boy was a younger version of me. My dad will be so happy. The three of us together will look like one of those Russian dolls. I smiled once again. I have found you Christodia.It was one business client of mine, who called to ask about a certain boy in one of magazines. He wanted the boy to model for his children clothing's and he wanted advice on how to market his brand and we ended up talking about the boy, which I didn't know was even mine.I asked my secretary to bring me a copy of that particular school magaz
Hello guys so hare is another chapter. Sorry for the wait, I'm just experiencing writer's block right now but with the amount of attention my book is getting I had to try very hard to get the ideas following. Anyway happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️CHAPTER fourteen: meeting againIt was one Saturday night I met the devil I have been running away from. He really made an appearance back into my life.That was the day I had invited Jenefails out. He looked happy about it and I was also happy about it. I was all dressed that night. Nothing slutty just somewhere between simple and sexy. I was wearing a nice sleeveless short black dress that hanged my body beautifully. I had a light make up on and had a long wavy wig on. I completed it with a black strappy high heel and I was feeling good. I took him to a nice three-star restaurant around and I was confident this was going to be a good night. Even though, the probability of sex was nil, I was stilling willing to give this guy a chance. He didn't di
*Hello lovely ones, here is an another update. Sorry for another long wait. I'm facing a lot but I will do my best. Have fun reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️*Chapter fifteen: Kwame AgyapongI screwed up once again. I wasn't planning on doing that but she has the ability to make me do the opposite of what I plan to do. When it comes to her I tend to be rash with my decisions.I was actually planning on approaching her with some flowers and saying some overused playboy's words with her but all of that were squashed when my men who were watching her every move, told me she was going out with someone.T thank God I was already in Sandema because the picture my men sent me had my blood boiling. Some man had his hands on her petite waist ushering her into a car. My baby was dressed to kill. She looked sexy and happy. Why was she smiling like that towards that pretty boy? Something she never did with me. I was going to kill this motherf**ker. I was fuming with anger.The moment I entered the restaurant, I
Updated again because I'm so awesome. Hope you are enjoying the book so far. 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘 😘************************************CHAPTER SIXTEEN: ChristodiaI thought the first thing Kwame Agyapong was going to do when we got back to the house was to take me to bed against my will. Something I wouldn’t have been surprised about but he didn’t. He indeed took me to bed since it was still early but he didn’t do anything further than holding me through out the night. I mean the Kwame Agyapong I know and the Kwame Agyapong I was seeing now were two different men. And it wasn’t that I was disappointed even though thoughts like he wasn’t into me anymore some how managed to keep me up. I mean I should be glad right? I was angry at him and I was angry at myself. Bright was put in another room. it was a surprise for me. I didn’t know he had already prepared a room for him. Much bigger than I could have been able to afford. He decorated the room in a traditional color of blue and whi
Hello dear ones, here is another chapter and I hope you enjoy reading as much as enjoyed writing it. Happy reading ☺️☺️☺️☺️CHAPTER SEVENTEENKWAME AGYAPONGIt has been forty-eight hours and I haven’t touched Christodia, yet. I have been walking on eggshells around her making sure not to make any mistakes so as to not further damage the already ruin relationship between us. I don’t want to lose her again. I don’t want to go through that again. So, even though it is killing me not touching her, I’m willing to wait. But I know I won’t have to wait for long because I can see the disappointment on her face every time we wake up. She wants me as much as I want her and that isn’t a lie. The frustrated look on her face makes it bearable for me, a little. At least, I’m not the only one suffering. I want to see how long she can last with me cuddling her every night but not doing anything further more than that. I know she loves me and I know that those hateful words she said to me has no tr