Lahat ng Kabanata ng Double cross: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

For thirty minutes, the sitting room was a tomb. The only sounds were the soft clink of silverware that no one was using and the heavy, ragged breathing of three people whose lives had just collided in the worst possible way. Samuel and Bella sat frozen, their gazes averted, while Mariam felt the weight of the silence pressing against her chest like a physical blow.Finally, she couldn't take it anymore."Bella? Samuel?" Mariam’s voice cracked the stillness. When they finally looked at her—one with confusion, the other with a simmering, wounded rage—she cleared her throat. "None of us have been true to ourselves. We call ourselves friends, but we’ve not been true to ourselves."She turned to Bella, her eyes pleading. "Bella, I am so sorry. I never intended to hide my relationship from you. When Samuel first asked me out, you told me you didn't love him—that you had no feelings for him. So I thought... I thought it was okay.""When was this?" Bella’s voice was like ice."The first time

The air in the uncompleted building was thick with the scent of dust and raw, unfiltered desire. I stood in the shadows, my breath hitching as I watched them. Ajayi’s legs were spread wide, her fingers moving with a frantic, rhythmic intensity as she touched herself. Every moan that escaped her lips felt like a needle against my skin.Kingsley stood over her, his hand moving rhythmically, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my pulse race. "Faster, baby," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Come for me now. Let Daddy give you some sugar."I felt a wave of heat wash over me. Just the sound of his voice, the sheer authority in his command, made me ache. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I pulled at my clothes, my body slick with anticipation. I watched him approach her, watching as he took hold of her. He spanked her—a sharp, stinging crack that echoed against the bare walls—and twisted her nipples until she let out a soft, broken moan."Cal

The exams were finally behind us, a suffocating weight lifted from my shoulders just as the sweltering holiday heat began to settle in. I could hardly breathe for the joy of it—not just because the term was over, but because my life had finally, impossibly, begun to tilt toward the light.I watched my parents these past few days, still reeling from their meeting with Chief. I had expected resistance, or at least a flurry of questions, but they had accepted his offer with a silence that was both a relief and a revelation. Money, it seemed, possessed a gravity of its own. Chief had offered them a sprawling house, a sanctuary that brought them back to town and restored a dignity we hadn't known in years. It was funny, in a sharp, aching way, how easily my parents’ principles had folded. They didn’t utter a single word of protest. I saw Samuel now with a freedom that felt like a dream, marveling at how wealth could buy the very people who had raised me.With only a month left until my eng

The holidays were over, and the air in the school corridors hummed with the electric, chaotic energy of the third term's resumption. The classroom was a cacophony of voices—loud pleasantries, boasts about exotic vacations, and the persistent, nosy questioning of those who had stayed behind. Underneath the noise, I felt a familiar tightening in my chest.Bella hadn’t called me once since my birthday. Every time I had reached out, it was her mother who answered, her voice strained and distant. “Oh, Mariam, she is still in the hospital. When she is fine, she will talk to you herself.”Life had been a hollow, agonizing stretch without her. As I walked toward the classroom, my heart hammered against my ribs. I wanted her to be there more than I wanted my next breath, yet I was terrified of the disappointment. Beside me, Samuel remained his usual composed self. We were "cool," as I liked to tell myself. I had stopped asking questions about that day—the truth was a luxury I couldn't afford w

The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed with a clinical indifference that mirrored the cold dread in Moturanyo’s chest. Beside her, Kingseley moved with a frantic energy, the two of them pulling their clothes into place with trembling hands as they raced back toward the ward. The reality of the morning—the screams, the blood, the sudden collapse—hit them like a physical weight."Oh my God," Moturanyo whispered, her voice hitching. "I hope she survived it."As they reached the heavy double doors, a figure in white emerged. Moturanyo lunged forward. "Doctor, please! The patient—my friend—how is she?"The doctor offered a small, weary smile. "I’m happy to let you know she survived the surgery."Relief washed over Moturanyo so sharply she nearly slumped against the wall. "Thank God. She really made it. Can we go and check her already?""You may," the doctor cautioned, his voice dropping an octave. "But remember, you must take it easy on her. Don’t make her worry too much."