LOGINLisha 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?
View MoreIn 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 hospital had grown quieter for Lisha. Not because the noise had disappeared but because she had finally stopped fighting it.The machines, the footsteps, the distant voices… they no longer felt overwhelming. They were just there. Like everything else she could no longer change. She sat by the window that morning, sunlight resting gently on her face. Her hands lay still in her lap.“I can’t change it…” she whispered to herself.The words hurt. But they didn’t break her this time.Across the corridor, in another room—Dave’s fingers twitched and his breathing shifted.Slowly… painfully…His eyes opened.Blurred light. A ceiling he didn’t recognize. Then memory hit him all at once.The road.The crash.Ava.His chest tightened.“Ava…” he croaked weakly.A nurse rushed in immediately. “Sir, you’re awake. Try not to move.”Dave’s eyes darted around. “My daughter—where is she?!”The nurse hesitated. That silence again. The kind that carried too much truth. Dave’s face crumpled.“No…” he
The road home felt endless. The sky was gray, matching everything inside the car. Lisha sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes swollen from crying. She hadn’t said a word since they left the cemetery.Dave drove.But he wasn’t really there.His mind replayed everything—Ava’s voice.Her small hand in his.The sound of soil hitting her coffin. The gossip about Lisha which to him was partly true.“I should have stayed home more…” he whispered.“What?” Lisha asked faintly.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.A flash of memory—Ava laughing.Ava saying, *“I’ll play with my rabbit.”*His vision blurred and a horn blared loudly. Bright lights rushed toward them.Lisha turned sharply. “Dave—!”**CRASH.**Darkness swallowed everything.Two weeks passed.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Lisha’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to her, she was in pain .She blinked, trying to focus all
The hospital room had changed. It no longer felt like a place for recovery. It felt like a place for goodbye.Soft toys filled the corners now. Balloons floated near the ceiling. Crayon drawings were taped carefully onto the walls — crooked, colorful, full of life that didn’t match the quiet machines surrounding Ava’s bed.She looked smaller each day.But when she smiled… the whole room still lit up.The door opened gently.Gladys walked in first, her usual elegance shaken, her eyes already red. Behind her, Mr Wellis stepped in slower than usual — no sharp remarks, no clever words.Just silence.Lisha stood up immediately. “Gladys… Dad…”Gladys rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Oh my baby…” she whispered, even though Lisha was no longer a child.Mr Wellis placed a steady hand on Dave’s shoulder.No jokes and sarcasm this time around. Just a quiet squeeze.“I’m here,” he said simply.Dave nodded, unable to speak.Ava stirred slightly.“Grandma?” she said weakly.Gladys tu
The house had become a place people passed through. Shoes by the door. Laptop bags on the table. Phone calls echoing through hallways. But not much time. Lisha had also found a nanny for little Ava to keep her company. Ava sat on the couch one afternoon wrapped in her small pink blanket. Her stuffed rabbit rested in her lap. Her cartoon played quietly on the television, but she barely watched it. Her small nose was red. Her breathing slightly heavy. The nanny was almost busy all the time cleaning the mess left by Lisha and Dave to pay attention to little Ava. She coughed again. “Mommy?” she called softly. But the house answered with silence. Lisha had left early that morning for a meeting with investors. Dave had already been at the bakery since 4 a.m. Ava leaned her head back against the couch. “I’m okay,” she whispered to her rabbit, copying something she had once heard her parents say. Over the next few days, the cough didn’t go away. She became quieter.
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
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
Mr Wellis didn’t hesitate.“Get in the car,” he said calmly.Dave’s heart was still racing. “Now?”“Now.”The drive to the police station was silent except for the hum of the engine and Dave’s breathing trying to steady itself.Inside the station, Mr Wellis placed the briefcase on the counter.“We






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