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I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

Ajike retorted, “Which uncle?“ the police asked, Ajike didn't talk again, she burst into tears and her parents also burst into tears, “we have so many uncles around us, her father's brothers work for us and my siblings are working for us likewise my siblings, I don't know, and If you ask from her she might not talk for hours” her mom says, “Which problem is this, one uncle wants to kill my daughter, my only daughter in my house because of my wealth” Olabamiji murmured,

she asked. “I'm Jade. You seem to know this place pretty well. How long have you been here?” “A few months ago, I was sold to Eduardo when my father caught me lying on top of a girl kissing her in my room. Her name was Ife, and she had Nigerian descent.” My jaw dropped, a shock brewing in my chest.” what? That's shocking. I'm so sorry about that. You mean he didn't owe the boss anything and sold you for compensation?” “Not exactly a story you hear every day, huh? Well, no, he was a priest; he had the money and wealth, and he just sent me here so I could suffer for my sins. He said I was condemned, and this was my hell; he was such a fanatic.”

In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew ruined my life and I was foolishly helping his uncle the next day.

Izzy asked in a whisper, barely able to breathe, as she looked at her uncle, who was her mother’s brother. "I-I'm sorry, Izzy. Y-you didn’t make it in time for your mom. A-ate Hilda is gone..." Her uncle said, tears flowing as he struggled to breathe. Hearing those words, Izzy was overwhelmed with deep pain and regret. Her uncle spoke again. "Ate Hilda is dead, Isabel..." It felt like a bomb exploded in her ear, and those five words from her Uncle Pedring shattered her heart. Words she thought she would never hear again, especially after her mother had recovered completely.

Uncle Jaafar was becoming furious now. Everything he said was just ringing in my brain, I couldn't believe it was Uncle Jaafar speaking. Baba's elder brother. No! I couldn't believe it. Reedah walked to where he was standing infuriated and knelt in front of him and continue shedding tears, holding his feet. "Uncle you're all we have now in Nigeria. We don't have anybody else, apart from Aunty salamatu. No where to go and no where to sleep. Uncle, please just consider us. We are not here to worry you and we won't agitate your family and no we are not here to accuse you of Baba and Ammi's death. It is only he who created them to serve him that took them back, so Uncle, please let us stay with

Though she Verbally abused me she never hit me once since My Uncle never allowed it but Once My Uncle Onyeka passed away hell was let loose on me. With time things became very difficult as they were not very rich to begin with. Aunty Yetunde has always been a housewife and she hates to think about working talk more of actually Working. Once things became too difficult, I was married off to one of Lagos most wealthiest and eligible bachelor, Damilayo Christian Adelaide. The only son of The Adelaide family who was twenty at that time and had just graduated from one of the prestigious schools overseas and came back to Nigeria to Claim his legacy.

Joe suggested. "What for, Uncle?" Clara was surprised. "You already know all my family members; I also want you to know what my job is!" Joe showed his seriousness to Clara. "Uncle is a CEO!" Clara said. "What's that?" "The title of a novel I want to write, of course, it will have a happy ending because Uncle Joe and Clara will live happily ever after!" Clara answered casually. "Go to sleep! What, do you want me to seduce you?" Joe joked, his smile adorning his lips. Clara always made him happy with her simple jokes.

Bashir Uncle said "I thought have told you to stop saying that Idi or I can no longer talk to you" Uncle B the elder one said "Hajiya don't mind him, you know him to always have problem with the less privileged" Uncle B said before they ate and left "Bashir come here" Amma said immediately they left "don't worry son you know how Idi is. He don't like people that don't have,which I don't know what they have done to him. But worry not I won't allow him to discourag your father" Amma tried to talk to Bashir because he looks heart broken. Bashir knowing fully well what his uncle is cabale of doing. He just don't know why problems always arise from father's side especially father's brothers calle

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.