Hon. Leo McGeorge a very wealthy man, who controls his daughter's life, trying to shape her to his standards of living On the other hand... His daughter 'Techla' who hates that lifestyle so much What will become of 'Techla ' if she tries to follow her very own desired path and also find love.
Chapter One
Techla walked apprehensively in her flowing wedding gown to the altar where her fiance stood with the priest. Her heart beat violently against her chest. Her pulse quickened. One could read her anxiety in her footstep as she placed one unsure step in front of the other. Getting close to the altar, she looked up at her would-be husband. He was smiling at her. How dashingly handsome and smart he looked in his white designer suit which clung helplessly to his athletic body. His well trimmed afro-styled hair blended with his well carved beard to give him a boyish look. His eyes sparkled intelligently. The Gucci watch on his wrist shone in the brightness of the well lit church. He looked like a movie star. Techla couldn't help noticing how intimidatingly tall he stood against the priest. He smiled at her like one who had won a troph. Immediately, the priest put forth the ceremonial question. "Does anybody have anything for which he or she thinks this marriage should not hold? If yes, come forward or forever be silent!" Techla's heart beat faster. Yes! Yes! Yes, I have! Suddenly, she felt like a drowning woman struggling for air. She felt her hands and feet tied with an invisible rope. Earnestly, she wished someone would walk up and save her from this potential doom. How could she end up getting married to David and spending the rest of her life with him? The thought of that sent shivers down her spine. No! She would die first before she did that. She looked down at the crowd who had come to witness the union. Their faces beamed with smiles. But she knew better. They cared nothing about the marriage. What happens after today gives them no sleepless nights. But what happens today is, to them, of utmost importance. Techla didn't have to guess what their concerns were. She knew it like she knew her name. They couldn't wait to get started with the reception. Hungry wolves! She cursed under her breath. Then she remembered. They were actually not all hungry. For seated somewhere on one of the front pews was one who she knew would rather die first than have this marriage quashed. And that for a more personal reason than the food. She immediately made a reverse on her earlier assertion and searched for a more unifying adjective. They were not all hungry; but they were all a selfish set of people! The thought of that beclouded her heart. Bitter tears stung her eyes. She saw the hopelessness of her prayers. They would all rather keep mute than speak up and have their interests tampered with. Just then, the hoarse voice of the priest cut into her thought. He was repeating the same question for third time. Quite unusual. Techla felt he was giving her the last chance to save herself. She waited. A deep silence had descended on the congregation. And now, Techla could physically touch the apprehension in her heart. Yes! Yes! Yes! I have something to say! Her riotous thought screamed again and again. Then, she saw it. A sea of eyes had besieged her. David stared hard at her, his face contorted with a mixture of surprise, anxiety and anger. Techla could detect a murderous glint in his eyes. But the priest was friendly, though suppressing the surprise on his older face. She felt lost and threatened. What?! She asked no one in particular. In answer to her unspoken question, the priest asked calmly, "Young woman, you said you have something to say?" Techla's mouth dropped open in perplexity. When did she say that? "I...I...I never...I never said so!" Her eyes fluttered from priest to fiance. "Damn you! I heard you say 'Yes'! Do you think I'm deaf?!" David raved. "No, I...I said 'Next'!" Techla stammered nervously. "I...I said..." **************************************
The phone buzzed again. Techla stirred on her bed. Sleepily, she flung her hand across the fairly big bed and reached for it. But the connection went off before she could swipe the receive button. She looked at the caller ID. David. Immediately, the dream came flooding into her consciousness. She quickly sat up on the bed. What could that dream mean? Her forehead burrowed into a frown. After a few minutes of fruitless contemplation, she gave up. "Make Your vision clear to me, Lord," she prayed. She dialed the number. But instead of a buzz, that annoying female voice came up, "The subscriber you're calling is currently not available. Please, try again later." "Shut up, girl!" She hissed. "Same number that just called me is unavailable After a couple more unsuccessful trials, she threw the phone aside and began her morning devotion. Rising from her prayers, her eyes flew to the round medium sized clock hanging on the wall beside the big plasma TV. 7:35 am. What! No time! She must hurry or be locked out of the class. Her adrenaline immediately went into action. Hurriedly, she rushed into the bathroom and got ready for her 9:00 am class. Prof. Ogbuagu was not a lecturer one would dare walk into his class a minute after the time. 24-year old Techla McGeorge was a 400L Law student of Brainfield University, one of the leading private tertiary institutions in the country. Being the only girl child among two younger brothers, her father, Hon. Leo McGeorge, had insisted she studied law. A shrewd politician, he saw that as one of the strategies that would help him build more political alliances and launch him into the mainstream of politics in the country. A beautiful young lawyer as a daughter would attract suitors with high social standing. Which man of means wouldn't want a brilliant lady with such highly respected profession for his son? Any man who knows his worth in the society would want to guard his social and political status jealously. Firmly standing his ground, Techla found herself a Course contrary to her earlier wish of Theatre Arts. She knew better than counter his decision. For that would be the end of her dream of a tertiary education. At least, so he had threatened and so she had thought. And here she was studying a Course which she had earlier disliked, but which she had, over the years, found reasons enough to devote her interest in. 8:15am saw her driving out of her house in her white Toyota Camry. Picking her way through the early morning rush, she drove out of County Estate onto the major road and off she sped to school, carefully wading through the heavy traffic along white view Expressway.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?