MasukLisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?
Lihat lebih banyakIn the opulent halls of her family’s estate, where every step echoed with the weight of expectation Lisha felt suffocated with the life she was destined to lead. She didn’t want all that for herself she wanted to be free. She acted a certain way , ate a certain way , spoke a certain way to uphold the dignity of the Wellis household. The only time she could be herself is was when she was with Gladys the house help who always brought her cookies from her son’s bakery every Saturday. They were very fond of each other , they would talk throughout the day as Gladys cleans Lisha’s room , make jokes and laugh together as if they were destined to meet and always be together.
“Father I don’t want to marry him!” “Do you even know what great heights the business will reach? “He promised to give me a share of 5% from his business as a wedding gift ,and you want that opportunity to slide by ? Impossible!” .”I’m tired of you making decisions for me father. “ Lisha runs back crying in her room and found comfort in the arms of Gladys. Lisha felt her world crumbling down but then she remembered the words of her mother in the her death bed “ live your life to the fullest “ . She swore not to get married until she could live her life without decisions being made on her behalf. The sun was setting over the rolling hills of the vineyard estate, casting a warm golden glow over the meticulously planned wedding of the year. The bride , Lisha , was a vision in white, her lace gown hugging her curves in all the right places as she prepared to walk down the aisle. The ceremony was held on a lush green lawn overlooking a serene lake with the majestic mountains in the background. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the soft chirping of birds . “Well it didn’t take long for my father to exchange me for 5% shares in just 2 weeks “. “You look lovely in that wedding dress”. “I don’t want to look this way Gladys, not only do I want to look lovely but I also want to be happy , can’t you see that I’m not happy?” Sweetie I know and I could’ve done anything to help but this benefits your family.” “Gladys you know my mom would have done anything to stop this , if you ever had any consideration for me then please help me out.” “I…I…I…” She sighs. “123 Lavender Lane shop 37”. “Thank you “. “Just be safe sweetie and here’s your card to buy anything you may need “. They both smiled at each other as Lisha makes her way to freedom. Sophia's feet pounded the pavement as she ran down the familiar streets of her neighborhood, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground echoing through the evening air. She had been feeling suffocated by her life as an heiress, with every moment accounted for and every decision made by her family. “Gladys, where is my princess? I’ve come to send her off to her husband “. “ She’s not here”. “That’s fine just call her from where…”. “She ran away , she said she didn’t want the marriage she said she wants to be free and please let her be herself Mr Wellis”. “Do you think life is a game? , does she…does she think life is a game !!! Huh!! I have guests outside , potential business partners, what I’m I suppose to say to them?! And the family business? “What about your daughter’s happiness?” “What daughter?” “I don’t have a daughter.” “Let me go fix my family business and stop entertaining strangers”. After hearing Mr Wellis shouting the guests understood the situation, some of them gasped in shock, while others whispered to each other, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Mr Wellis face was red with anger and embarrassment. The groom, Alex, stood at the altar, looking shell-shocked and humiliated. He had been left standing alone, waiting for his business commodity, and now he was left to face the embarrassment of being jilted in front of all their friends and family. The ceremony, which had been so carefully planned and executed, had turned into a disaster. The music stopped, the flowers seemed wilted, and the once-romantic atmosphere was now filled with tension and embarrassment. As the guests began to file out of the ceremony, they couldn't help but wonder what had driven Lisha to run away. Had she gotten cold feet? Was she having second thoughts? Or was there something more to the story?The scene was one of chaos and confusion, with everyone trying to make sense of what had just happened. But as the dust settled, one thing was clear: nothing would ever be the same again.The door had barely closed behind Lisha when the tension began to build.Adia was still glowing with excitement, helping Lisha carry her bags inside, chatting endlessly about where she would stay, what she needed, how everything would work.Dave, however, stood still in the middle of the living room. Processing what was going on.“Adia,” he finally said.There was something in his tone that made her pause.“We need to talk.”The bedroom door shut behind them, cutting off the warmth from the rest of the house.“What is this?” Dave asked, his voice low but firm. “You didn’t even tell me she was moving in.”Adia crossed her arms, already prepared.“I did tell you,” she argued. “I’ve been telling you.”“Telling me she *should* move in is not the same as her showing up with luggage!”Adia exhaled sharply, her excitement fading into frustration.“She has nowhere to go, Dave.”“That’s not true and you know it,” he replied. “She has a mansion.”“A house isn’t the same as a home,” Adia shot ba
Rain drizzled softly against the café windows, painting the city in blurred streaks of gray and gold. The afternoon crowd had thinned, leaving only scattered conversations and the faint sound of jazz playing overhead.Lisha sat quietly near the corner window, her fingers wrapped around a cup of untouched coffee. She looked different now. Not because of the expensive black dress she wore or the tiredness beneath her eyes, but because grief had changed the way she carried herself.Carefully.As though the world might break her if she moved too quickly.When the café door opened, Adia stepped inside, scanning the room until their eyes met. For a second, neither woman moved. Then Adia smiled softly. Lisha stood, and the two embraced tightly.It had been weeks since they had truly seen each other—not through television screens, not through headlines or whispered gossip, but face to face. Real. Human.“How are you holding up?” Adia asked as they sat down.Lisha gave a small laugh, though th
The city woke the next morning to chaos.News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?*His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional.Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.Investigators traced every detail, every movement, every hand that had touched a glass. The conclusion was chilling—his drink had been spiked. Quietly. Deliberately. In a room full of people.Staff members, bartenders, servers—no one was spared questioning. Suspicion spread like wildfire. Trust dissolved.Somewhere in that room, someone had decided Ethan Cross needed to die.Across town, far from the flashing cameras and whispered conspiracies, another storm was unfolding.Dave a
Lisha changed. But not in the way Ethan believed. She became quieter, more compliant, more… obedient. She followed his rules stayed when told. And Ethan noticed.“You see?” he said one evening, handing her an expensive bracelet. “This is how things should be.”Lisha smiled faintly.“Thank you.”More gifts followed. Jewellery, designer clothes. Luxuries that once symbolized success now felt like chains. But behind that calm exterior Lisha was thinking. She was no longer reacting. She was preparing.A week later an invitation arrived. A high-profile event. The coronation of a new mayor. A gathering of power and influence. Ethan was attending which meant Lisha had to be there too.The night of the event everything was extravagant.Lights flashed and cameras rolled. The media crowded the entrance.Lisha stepped out of the car beside Ethan dressed elegantly in a red silky dress.To the world they looked untouchable. Cameras captured everything. The event was broadcast live.Dave sat on the
In several years the evening used to be the loudest time in their house.Ava’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Dave chasing her around the couch. Lisha reading bedtime stories in dramatic voices that made Ava laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe.But lately, the house had grown… quiet.Too quiet.---
Husband and wife still debating on who should eat the food first , Lisha decided to clear all suspicion by eating first hence Dave finally ate his breakfast with relief. Later in the day Lisha took that small bottle tha she was given by Akua , measured with a teaspoon and drank it. “You know the d
All through the night Dave and Lisha thought of plans to destroy each other.Dave had reached a conclusion.“If you want something done right, hire a professional.” Dave proudly thought to himself. After three online searches, two suspicious phone calls, and one man who might actually have been a pl
“What is his name again?, the man who scammed you”.“Well it was two men but they said their boss wan a guy named Erikson Raymond “.“Aha!, no wonder I dislike that man”.“You know him sir?”“Yes , I see him at the golf course from time to time, don’t worry I’ll sort it out”.“Thank you so much sir






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