My name is Paschal, a young and ambitious Nigerian man, eager to secure a job at the prestigious Diamond Investments Company. I had applied for the position of Personal Assistant to the CEO, and today was the day of the interview. As I arrived at the company’s headquarters, I was taken aback by the crowd of applicants waiting in the lobby. It seemed like the whole of Nigeria was searching for a job, and this company was the holy grail.
As I waited patiently, I noticed the CEO, Mr. Douglass, step out of his office to address us. But just as he began to speak, his phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call. He spoke in hushed tones for a few minutes before calling out to his wife, asking her to come and take over the interview process.
My eyes widened as Mrs. Douglass walked into the room. She was a stunning beauty, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her smile could light up a room. I felt a sudden jolt of attraction, but quickly composed myself, reminding myself that I was there for a job, not to get caught up in romantic fantasies.
But as Mrs. Douglass began to ask me questions, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. She seemed lost and kept staring at me, her eyes searching for something. I answered her questions confidently, and she nodded thoughtfully, her gaze never leaving mine. Before I knew it, she pointed to two ladies and said, “You and you, I want you as office cleaners.” Then she pointed to a man and said, “You, I want you as my husband’s driver.” And finally, she pointed at me and said, “And you, Paschal, I want you as my personal assistant.”
The room fell silent, and I felt like I was dreaming. Did she just give me the job? And why did she look at me like that? I tried to play it cool, but inside, I was screaming with excitement.
“See me later, Paschal,” she said with a smile, and I knew that my life was about to change in ways I couldn’t imagine.
The First Day…
I arrived at the Diamond Investments Company early on Monday morning, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I had never worked as a personal assistant before, but I was determined to make a good impression.
As I stepped into the office, Mrs. Douglass greeted me with a warm smile. “Good morning, Paschal. Welcome to your first day.”
I nodded, trying to play it cool. “Good morning, ma’am. Thank you for the opportunity.”
She led me to her office, a spacious room with a stunning view of the city. “Sit down, Paschal. We need to go over your duties and responsibilities.”
As she began to explain my tasks, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke. I felt a flutter in my chest, but quickly pushed it aside. I was here to work, not to get distracted by my boss’s wife.
But as the day went on, I found myself stealing glances at her, admiring the way she carried herself with grace and confidence. I was in trouble, and I knew it.
As the day drew to a close, Mrs. Douglass called me into her office once again. “Paschal, I need you to accompany me to a dinner party tonight. My husband will be there, and I want you to make a good impression.”
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. A dinner party with the CEO and his wife? This was going to be interesting.
Night at the party…
I arrived at the dinner party feeling nervous and out of place. The mansion was grand, and the guests were all dressed to impress. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my simple suit and tie.
Mrs. Douglass greeted me with a warm smile and took my arm, leading me into the crowd. “Paschal, I want you to meet some people,” she said, her voice dripping with sophistication.
As we mingled, I couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water. These people were wealthy and powerful, and I was just a small-town boy from Nigeria. But Mrs. Douglass seemed to sense my discomfort and stayed by my side, introducing me to her friends and colleagues.
As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing in her presence. She was charming and witty, and her laughter was infectious. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, even though I knew it was wrong.
But then, Mr. Douglass appeared, his eyes narrowing as he saw his wife’s hand on my arm. “Paschal, I see you’re getting comfortable,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I felt a surge of fear, knowing I had overstepped my bounds. “Sir, I was just… uh… enjoying the evening,” I stuttered.
Mrs. Douglass intervened, her voice smooth as silk. “Darling, Paschal is my new personal assistant. I’m just showing him the ropes.”
Mr. Douglass’s expression softened, but I knew I had been warned. I was here to work, not to get too close to the boss’s wife.
As the dinner party wound down, Mrs. Douglass thanked me for my help and dismissed me for the night. I was relieved to be leaving the opulent mansion and its overwhelming atmosphere.
But as I walked out to the parking lot, I realized I had left my phone in Mrs. Douglass’s office. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to go back and retrieve it.
As I entered the office, I saw Mrs. Douglass sitting at her desk, her eyes fixed on some papers in front of her. She looked up and saw me, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
Then, she spoke, her voice low and husky. “Paschal, I’m glad you came back. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
I felt a flutter in my chest as I approached her desk. “Yes, ma’am?”
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want to know more about you, Paschal. You’re an intriguing man.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like I was in trouble. But I couldn’t help being drawn to her, even though I knew it was wrong.
As I stood there, frozen in suspense, Mrs. Douglass leaned forward, her eyes burning with intensity. “Paschal, I want to know what drives you. What secrets are you hiding behind those piercing eyes?”
I felt like she could see right through me, like she knew I was hiding something. My heart raced as I tried to come up with a response, but my mind was blank.
Just as I was about to speak, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Paschal, I don’t know what’s happening to me. Whenever I’m around you, I feel like I’m losing myself. I feel like I’m trapped in a world I don’t understand.”
I was taken aback by her words, but before I could respond, she stood up and walked towards me, her eyes fixed on mine. “Paschal, I feel like I’m living a lie. My parents forced me to marry Mr. Douglass for his wealth and status, but I never wanted this life.”
As she spoke, her voice cracked with emotion, and I could see the pain in her eyes. I felt a surge of sympathy for her, and before I knew it, she was standing right in front of me, her face inches from mine.
But just as things were getting intense, the door burst open, and Mr. Douglass walked in, his eyes narrowing as he saw his wife standing close to me. “What’s going on here?” he growled, his voice dripping with suspicion.
Mrs. Douglass stepped back, her eyes flashing with fear, and I knew that our secret was about to be revealed.
Mr. Douglass’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. His wife, standing close to her personal assistant, her face inches from his. He could see the guilt written all over our faces, and his mind raced with anger and suspicion.
“What’s going on here?” he repeated, his voice louder this time.
Mrs. Douglass took a step back, her eyes darting to her husband. “Nothing, dear. Just discussing some work with Paschal.”
But Mr. Douglass wasn’t having it. He strode towards us, his eyes blazing with anger. “Don’t lie to me! I know what I see. You’re getting too close to him, aren’t you?”
I felt a surge of fear as Mr. Douglass approached me, his fists clenched. I knew I had to defuse the situation before it got out of hand.
“Mr. Douglass, sir, I assure you, nothing is going on between us. We were just discussing work,” I pleaded.
But Mr. Douglass wasn’t listening. He was beyond reason, his anger and jealousy consuming him. He grabbed his wife’s arm, his grip tight. “You’re coming with me. We need to talk.”
As he dragged her out of the room, I knew that this was far from over. The tension between them was palpable, and I had a feeling that their marriage was on the brink of collapse.
And I was caught in the middle, unsure of what to do next.
But as I stood there, frozen in uncertainty, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. “Paschal, help me.”
It was Mrs. Douglass, her eyes pleading with me to save her from her husband’s wrath. And in that moment, I knew that I had to act.
But what could I do? Mr. Douglass was a powerful man, and I was just a lowly assistant. But I knew I had to try, no matter the cost.
As I stood there, my heart racing with fear and anticipation, I knew that this was just the beginning of a dangerous game. A game that could cost me everything.
After I stood there and watched Mr. Douglass drag his wife away, I knew that it was time for me to leave. It was none of my business, and I didn’t want to get involved in their marital affairs.
So I turned and walked away, my mind racing with thoughts of Mrs. Douglass and the danger she was in. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just witnessed something sinister, something that could have serious consequences.
As I walked home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wondered if she was okay, if Mr. Douglass had hurt her in any way. I wondered if she was trapped in a life she didn’t want, a life of luxury but also of fear.
And then, as I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just seen something that I wasn’t meant to see. Something that could put me in danger.
Meanwhile, at the Douglass residence, Mr. Douglass was giving his wife a warning. “You’re getting too close to him, Sarah,” he growled, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’re getting too close, and I don’t like it.”
Mrs. Douglass cowered in fear, knowing that she had crossed a line. “I’m sorry, dear,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”
But Mr. Douglass wasn’t having it. “You’re going to stay away from him, do you understand? You’re going to stay away, or there will be consequences.”
And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Mrs. Douglass to wonder what she had gotten herself into.
The next morning, I received a call from Mr. Douglass’s office. “Paschal, I need to see you,” he growled. “I need to warn you about something.”
I knew that I had to go, that I had to face whatever it was that Mr. Douglass had in store for me. And so I went to his office, my heart racing with fear.
As I sat down in front of his desk, he leaned forward, his eyes blazing with intensity. “Paschal, I know what you saw last night,” he growled. “And I know that you’re getting too close to my wife.”
I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. “Don’t lie to me, Paschal. I know the truth. And I’m telling you now, stay away from her. Stay away, or you’ll regret it.”
And with that, he leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “You see, Paschal, I’m not a man to be trifled with. I’m a man who will stop at nothing to get what I want. And what I want is for you to stay away from my wife.”
I knew then that I was in grave danger, that Mr. Douglass was a man who would do anything to keep his secrets safe. And I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to stay away from him and his wife if I wanted to stay alive.
But as I left his office that day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that Mr. Douglass had his eyes on me. And I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to watch my back at all times.
For I knew that Mr. Douglass was a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was for me to stay away from his wife.
The next day, at work, I received a call from Mrs. Douglass’s office. “Paschal, can you come see me for a moment?” she asked, her voice sweet and gentle.
I knew that I had to go, that I had to face her and whatever it was that she wanted to say. And so I went to her office, my heart racing with anticipation.
As I sat down in front of her desk, she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Paschal, I want to apologize for the embarrassment I caused you last night,” she said, her voice trembling. “I know that I put you in a difficult position, and for that, I am truly sorry.”
I accepted her apology, but I knew that I had to be careful. I couldn’t let her get too close, not again. “Thank you, Mrs. Douglass,” I said, my voice firm but polite. “But I think it’s best if we keep our distance from now on.”
She looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness. “I understand,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t help how I feel, Paschal. I feel deeply for you, and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I knew that I had to be strong, that I had to resist her charms. But it was hard, oh so hard. She was beautiful, and she was vulnerable, and she was looking at me with eyes that seemed to see right through me.
But I knew that I couldn’t give in, that I had to keep my distance. And so I stood up, and I walked out of her office, leaving her alone with her tears.
As I walked away, I could feel her eyes on me, could feel her gaze burning into my skin. And I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to watch my back.
For Mrs. Douglass was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted, and she wanted me. And I knew that she would stop at nothing to get me, to make me hers.
As she sat in her office, crying tears of heartbreak, she couldn’t stop thinking about me. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way I made her feel, about the way I looked at her with eyes that seemed to see right through her.
Few days later, I received a letter from the management of Diamond Investments Company. My heart raced as I opened it, my hands shaking with fear. And then I saw the words that made my heart sink: “Your services are no longer needed at Diamond Investments Company. You are hereby sacked.”
I couldn’t believe it. I had done nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this fate. And so I knew that it was her, Mrs. Douglass, who had orchestrated my downfall. She had finally gotten what she wanted, revenge for my rejection of her advances.
I quickly rushed to her office, my heart racing with anger and fear. “Mrs. Douglass, please,” I begged, falling on my knees. “Don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything, just don’t sack me.”
But she looked at me with a surprised expression, a expression that told me that she had nothing to do with my sack. “Paschal, calm down,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “I didn’t sack you. It was my husband, he’s the one who made the decision.”
I couldn’t believe it. Mr. Douglass, the man who had warned me to stay away from his wife, had sacked me. I knew that I had to beg him, to plead with him to reconsider his decision.
And so Mrs. Douglass went to beg her husband on my behalf, promising him that she would never even talk to me again if only he would reinstate me. And Mr. Douglass, the man who was determined to keep his wife away from me, agreed to reconsider his decision.
But I knew that I was in danger, that Mr. Douglass was a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was for me to stay away from his wife.
The Next Day…
Mr. Douglass called me back to his office, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Paschal, I’ve decided to give you your job back,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “But let me make one thing clear: stay away from my wife. If I see you so much look in her direction, you’re fired. And not just fired, but ruined. Do you understand?”
I nodded, my heart racing with fear. I knew that I had to be careful, that Mr. Douglass was a man who would stop at nothing to keep his wife away from me.
I left his office, my head hung low in defeat. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to stay away from Mrs. Douglass if I wanted to keep my job.
But I couldn’t help myself. I had to go see her, had to thank her for pleading on my behalf. And so I went to her office, my heart racing with anticipation.
“Mrs. Douglass, thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for saving my job.”
She looked at me, her eyes cold and distant. “No problem, Paschal,” she said. “But I want you to leave my office now, and never come back until you’re asked to.”
I felt a pang of pain, a feeling of rejection. I knew that she was doing this to protect herself, to protect her marriage. But it still hurt.
I left her office, my head hung low in defeat. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to stay away from her if I wanted to keep my job.
But what I didn’t know was that Mr. Douglass had secretly placed people to watch my every move, to report to him if I ever went near his wife. I was being watched, and I didn’t even know it.
Days came and passed…
Mrs. Douglass is now doing everything she could think of to get me to come to her office. She would call me on the phone, asking me to bring her files or documents but I would send someone else. She would send me emails, requesting my presence in her office to discuss “important matters”. She would even try to “accidentally” run into me in the hallway, hoping to strike up a conversation.
But I was avoiding her at all costs. I knew that Mr. Douglass was watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake. And I knew that if I went to her office, even for a legitimate reason, it would be seen as a sign of weakness.
So I dodged her calls, ignoring her messages and emails. I took the long way around the office to avoid running into her in the hallway. I even started eating lunch outside, just to avoid the chance of seeing her in the break room.
But Mrs. Douglass was persistent. She would leave notes on my desk, asking me to come see her. She would send me messages through coworkers, asking me to meet her in the conference room. She even went so far as to show up at my desk, standing in front of me with a determined look on her face.
“Paschal, we need to talk,” she would say, her voice low and urgent. “It’s important.”
But I would just shake my head, avoiding eye contact. “I’m busy, Mrs. Douglass,” I would say, my voice firm but polite. “I don’t have time to talk right now.”
And with that, I would turn back to my computer, pretending to be engrossed in my work. But I could feel her eyes on me, could feel her gaze burning into my skin. I knew that she was trying to wear me down, trying to get me to crack.
But I refused to give in. I knew that I had to stay strong, had to keep my distance. No matter how hard it was, no matter how much I wanted to give in.
Because I knew that if I didn’t, if I let my guard down for even a moment, Mr. Douglass would be there to pounce. He would use it as an excuse to fire me, to ruin my reputation.
And I couldn’t let that happen. I had to keep my job, had to keep my reputation intact. No matter what it took.
As time went on, Mrs. Douglass found herself thinking about me more and more. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had fallen for me, how much she wanted to be around me. She would lie awake at night, thinking about my smile, my laugh, my eyes. She would wonder what it would be like to be with me, to feel my arms around her, to taste my lips.
And so she started tracing my movements, trying to figure out where I went after work. She would follow me from a distance, watching as I walked home, wondering what my life was like outside of the office.
It didn’t take her long to find out where I lived. She would park her car outside my house, watching as I came and went, wondering what I was doing, who I was with.
And then, one day, she decided to take a chance. She came to my house, her heart pounding in her chest, her palms sweating with nervousness. She knocked on the door, her eyes fixed on the ground, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Paschal, it’s me, Sarah. I need to talk to you.”
I opened the door, my eyes widening in surprise. “Mrs. Douglass, what are you doing here?”
She pushed past me, her eyes scanning my living room, my kitchen, my bedroom. “I had to see you, Paschal. I had to tell you how I feel.”
I tried to work her out of my house, but she refused to leave. She kept telling me how she felt, how much she wanted me, how much she needed me. But I couldn’t reciprocate, couldn’t tell her how I felt. I was too afraid of her husband, too afraid of what he would do if he found out.
And so she grew angry, her eyes flashing with tears. “Don’t you feel the same way, Paschal?” she demanded, her voice rising. “Don’t you want me too?”
I tried to stay calm, tried to reason with her. But she was beyond reason. She slapped me, her hand stinging my cheek, her eyes blazing with anger.
“How can you not feel the same way?” she shouted, her voice echoing through my house. “How can you not want me?”
And with that, she turned and ran, leaving me standing in my living room, my heart pounding with fear, my cheek stinging with pain.
I stood in my living room, my heart racing with fear, my cheek stinging with pain. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Mrs. Douglass, the woman I had been trying to avoid, had shown up at my house, declared her feelings, and then slapped me when I didn’t reciprocate.
I knew I had to be careful. I knew that Mr. Douglass was a powerful man, and that he would stop at nothing to protect his wife and his reputation. I knew that I had to keep my distance, had to avoid Mrs. Douglass at all costs.
But it was hard. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with her. And I knew that she felt the same way, knew that she was willing to risk everything to be with me.
As I stood there, trying to process what had just happened, I heard a knock at the door. I hesitated, wondering if it was Mrs. Douglass again, wondering if she had come to apologize or to try to convince me to be with her.
But it wasn’t Mrs. Douglass. It was a delivery man, holding a package in his hand. “Paschal, this was left on your doorstep,” he said, handing me the package.
I took it, my heart racing with fear. What was this? Some kind of threat from Mr. Douglass? Some kind of warning to stay away from his wife?
I opened the package, my heart pounding in my chest. And what I saw made my blood run cold.
Inside, I found a small note that read: “Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. Who was behind this? Was it Mrs. Douglass, trying to get me to meet her in secret? Or was it someone else entirely, someone who wanted to harm me?
I tried to brush it off as a prank, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I kept thinking about the note, wondering who could have written it and what they wanted from me.
As the day went on, I found myself getting more and more anxious. I couldn’t concentrate on the thing I was doing, couldn’t stop thinking about the package and the note. I knew I had to be careful, knew that I couldn’t just go to the warehouse without knowing what I was getting myself into.
But at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling curious. Who was behind this? What did they want from me?
As the clock struck midnight, I found myself standing in front of the old warehouse. It was dark and deserted, the only sound being the creaking of the old wooden beams. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should go inside.
But then I heard a voice, a low whisper that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Paschal, come inside.”
I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The warehouse was dark and musty, the only light coming from a small flashlight that seemed to be moving around the room. I followed the light, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, the light stopped moving and I saw a figure standing in front of me. It was Mrs. Douglass, her eyes shining with a fierce intensity.
“Paschal, I had to see you,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “I had to tell you how I feel.”
I tried to step back, but she grabbed my arm and held me in place. “No, Paschal, don’t go. I need to tell you this.”
And with that, she leaned in close and whispered something in my ear. Something that made my blood run cold.
Mrs. Douglass’s words sent a chill down my spine. “Paschal, I’ve been watching you for a long time,” she whispered. “I know all about your past, your family, your secrets.”
I tried to pull away, but she held me tight. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I want you to know the truth,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. “The truth about my husband, about our marriage, about everything.”
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Mrs. Douglass’s words were like a hook, pulling me in. I had to know what she was talking about.
“Tell me,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Douglass smiled, a cold, calculating smile. “My husband is not what he seems,” she said. “He’s not the successful businessman he appears to be. He’s something much darker, much more sinister.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. What was she talking about?
“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mrs. Douglass leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. “My husband is involved in some very dangerous things, Paschal. Things that could get us all killed.”
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. What was she talking about? What kind of dangerous things was her husband involved in?
But before I could ask any questions, Mrs. Douglass’s phone rang. She hesitated for a moment, then answered it.
“Yes, dear,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m with Paschal right now. Yes, I’ll be home soon.”
She hung up the phone and turned to me, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. “We have to be careful, Paschal,” she said. “My husband is not to be trusted.”
And with that, she turned and ran out of the warehouse, leaving me standing there, wondering what had just happened.
As I walked away from the warehouse, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever. Mrs. Douglass’s words echoed in my mind, painting a picture of a complex web of deceit that seemed to ensnare everyone around me.
I thought back to the first time I met her, her beauty and grace captivating me from the start. But now, I realized that there was more to her than met the eye. She was hiding secrets, secrets that could put us all in danger.
I quickened my pace, my heart racing with anticipation. What did she mean by “dangerous things”? And why was she telling me this now, after all these months?
As I turned the corner onto my street, I noticed a black car parked outside my house. My instincts told me to be cautious, but I pushed on, my curiosity getting the better of me.
I approached the car, my eyes scanning the interior. The windows were tinted, but I could make out the silhouette of a person in the driver’s seat.
My mind raced with possibilities. Was this someone sent by Mrs. Douglass’s husband, trying to intimidate me into silence? Or was it someone else entirely, a stranger with their own agenda?
I took a deep breath and approached the car, my hand on the door handle. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
The figure in the driver’s seat didn’t move, didn’t respond. I tried the door handle, but it was locked.
Suddenly, the window rolled down, and a low, gravelly voice spoke. “Paschal, we need to talk.”
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice. It was Mr. Jenkins, the mysterious stranger who had been following me for weeks.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.
“I want to tell you the truth,” he said, his eyes glinting in the darkness. “The truth about Mrs. Douglass and the dangerous game she’s playing.”
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But something in Mr. Jenkins’ eyes told me that I could trust him, that he was the only one who could help me navigate this treacherous web of deceit.
“Okay,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m listening.”
Mr. Jenkins’ words were like a punch to the gut. “Mrs. Douglass is not what she seems,” he said, his eyes glinting with malice. “She’s involved in some very shady dealings, Paschal. Dealings that could put you in danger.”
I felt a wave of anger wash over me. How could Mrs. Douglass do this to me? I thought we had a connection, a bond, I said to myself.
But as I looked into Mr. Jenkins’ eyes, I saw something there that made me trust him. A hint of truth, a glimmer of sincerity.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Mrs. Douglass is embezzling money from her husband’s company,” Mr. Jenkins said, his voice low and urgent. “And she’s using it to fund her own illegal activities.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. This was not the Mrs. Douglass I thought I knew.
And then, he drove out leaving speechless. I stood there for like 30 minutes. Just as I turned towards my apartment, Mrs. Douglass rushing towards me.
I was already angry and I told her everything the stranger said “Paschal, please,” she begged, her eyes streaming with tears. “You have to believe me. I’m innocent. My husband is trying to frame me.”
But I was too angry, too hurt, to listen. I turned away from her, away from the tears and the pleas, and walked away.
Leaving her in tears, alone and vulnerable.
Little did I know, I had just played right into Mr. Douglass’ hands. He had sent Mr. Jenkins to spoil his wife’s name, to make me hate her. And it had worked.
Poor paschal…
Neither of us could rest that night, our minds racing with thoughts of what had happened. Mrs. Douglass and I were both consumed by the same question: what was the truth?
The next morning, I arrived at work to find Mrs. Douglass waiting for me in my office. She looked desperate, her eyes red from crying.
“Paschal, please,” she begged, her voice shaking. “You have to believe me. I’m innocent. My husband is trying to frame me.”
But I was unmoved. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice cold.
Mrs. Douglass fell to her knees, her eyes streaming with tears. “Paschal, please,” she begged. “I’m telling the truth. My husband is the one who’s guilty. He’s the one who’s been embezzling money from his company.”
But I just shook my head. “I don’t believe you,” I said. “You’re just trying to cover your own tracks.”
Mrs. Douglass looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and desperation. “Paschal, how can you say that?” she asked. “I thought we had a connection. I thought you trusted me.”
I sighed. “I thought I did too,” I said. “But now I’m not so sure.”
Mrs. Douglass nodded, her eyes filling with tears again. “I understand,” she said. “But please, Paschal. You have to believe me. I’m innocent.”
But I just shook my head. “I can’t,” I said. “I need proof.”
Mrs. Douglass nodded again, her eyes never leaving mine. “I understand,” she said. “But please, Paschal. Don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us.”
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me feeling more confused than ever.
After Mrs. Douglass left my office, I was in a state of confusion. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. A married woman, falling for me? It seemed impossible. And yet, I couldn’t deny the feelings I had for her.
I was torn, my mind racing with thoughts of what to do. I couldn’t keep seeing her, it was wrong. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her either.
In the end, I made the only decision I could. I resigned from my job, effective immediately. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Mrs. Douglass every day, knowing what I knew.
The next day, I received a call from Mr. Douglass. “Paschal, I saw your resignation. What’s going on?” he asked, his voice firm but curious.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I couldn’t tell him the truth, that I was leaving because of his wife.
“Nothing, sir,” I said finally. “I just need a change.”
He asked me to come to his office, to discuss the details of my resignation. I agreed, my heart racing with anticipation.
I prepared and went to his office…
As I entered his office, I saw him. The stranger who had been following me. His eyes were fixed on me, his expression terrifying.
Mr. Douglass asked me again why I was leaving, but I had nothing to say. Alright then, you can leave since can’t talk. I was frozen in fear, my eyes fixed on the stranger.
As I was leaving his office, I heard Mr. Douglass ask the stranger, “What do you think about his leaving? Could it be for him to have a good time with my wife?”
The stranger’s reply sent chills down my spine. “Sir, I can’t tell for now, but I think we should k*ll him.”
I knew then that I was in grave danger. I had to get out of there, as fast as I could. But where could I go? And how could I escape the clutches of Mr. Douglass and his sinister stranger?
The next day, my phone rang nonstop. Mrs. Douglass was calling me, over and over again. I ignored the calls, but she wouldn’t give up. She called me 25 times, each time leaving a desperate message.
Finally, I couldn’t ignore her anymore. I picked up the phone, and she called my name. “Paschal, where are you? I didn’t see you at work yesterday. Did you travel?”
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But I knew I had to be honest. “Mrs. Douglass, I resigned.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then she exploded into tears. “How could you do this to me? How could you resign without even telling me?”
I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. “You’re just going to leave me here, in this hell? You’re going to abandon me?”
I felt a pang of guilt, but I knew I had to be strong. “Mrs. Douglass, you’re a married woman. We need to keep our distance.”
But she just kept crying, her sobs echoing through the phone. “Married? I was forced to marry Mr. Douglass. I was trapped, Paschal. And now you’re leaving me too?”
I couldn’t bear her pain, her desperation. I ended the call, feeling like a coward. But I knew I had to get out of there, away from her and her husband and their twisted games.
I called my friend, begging him to let me stay at his place for a while. I needed to get away, I needed to run for my life, clear my head and figure out what to do next.
As I packed my bags and headed out the door, I knew I was running from my problems. But I didn’t know what else to do. Now my life is in danger even as I left the job.
After I left my house for my friend’s place, I thought I had finally escaped the clutches of Mr. Douglass and his sinister plans. But little did I know, he was just getting started.
As soon as I was gone, Mr. Douglass came to my house with his boys, looking for me. But I was nowhere to be found. They searched every room, every corner, but I was long gone.
In a fit of rage, he swore to waste me. “I’ll find you, Paschal,” he muttered to himself. “And when I do, you’ll regret ever crossing me.”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Douglass was restless that night. She couldn’t stop thinking about me, about our conversations, about our forbidden love. She tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of me.
And then, just as she was starting to drift off to sleep, she heard the door slam open. Her husband had come home, and he was not alone. He was with a rough-looking gun, Something she had never seen before.
“Where is he?” Mr. Douglass demanded, his eyes scanning the room. “Where is Paschal?”
Mrs. Douglass was taken aback, surprised and terrified. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
But Mr. Douglass wasn’t having it. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he snarled. “I know you’ve been seeing him behind my back. I know you’ve been sneaking around, flirting with him.”
Mrs. Douglass shook her head again, her eyes pleading with her husband to stop. But he just kept going, his anger and jealousy boiling over.
“This nonsense has to stop,” he spat. “Because of that boy, you haven’t been yourself. You’ve been misbehaving in this house, disobeying me. I will make sure I k*ll him.”
And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Mrs. Douglass in tears. She knew she was in grave danger, that her husband was capable of anything. And she knew that I was in danger too, that Mr. Douglass would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
After Mr. Douglass left, Mrs. Douglass picked up her phone and started calling me. I didn’t pick up at first, but she kept calling, her calls becoming more and more urgent. Finally, on the third call, I picked up.
“Paschal, where are you?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear. “You need to go somewhere safe. My husband is looking for you with a gun.”
I felt a chill run down my spine as I heard her words. I was cold and scared, but I tried to sound calm. “I’m safe,” I said. “I’m at my friend’s house.”
But Mrs. Douglass wasn’t convinced. “Give me the address,” she begged. “I need to know you’re safe.”
At first, I hesitated. I couldn’t trust anyone, not even Mrs. Douglass. But she kept begging, her voice cracking with emotion. “Please, Paschal,” she said. “I’m also at risk. If my husband comes back and can’t find you, he might k*ll me.”
I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her. I gave her the address and immediately went and told my friend someone is coming to see me, my heart racing with anticipation.
A few hours later, she arrived at my friend’s house. It was a small apartment, with two rooms and a parlor. I let Mrs. Douglass stay in the room I was in, and she couldn’t help but keep staring at me. I tried to avoid her eyes, but she kept coming closer and closer.
Finally, we couldn’t resist each other anymore. We fell into each other’s arms, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. It was a dangerous encounter, but we couldn’t help ourselves. We were trapped in a web of deceit and lust, and we didn’t know how to escape.
As we lay in bed together, I knew that our love was doomed. Mr. Douglass would never let us be together, and we would have to fight to be free. But for now, we just held each other, our hearts beating as one.
After we lay together, I couldn’t forgive myself. In my place in Nsukka, it just an abomination to sleep with someone’s wife. I kept thinking about what I had done, and how I had betrayed Mr. Douglass’s trust.
Mrs. Douglass stared at me, her eyes filled with understanding. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” she said. “I know it’s not right, but I think we’re meant to be together. It’s been long since I’ve felt this way, and I can’t deny it anymore.”
I couldn’t forgive myself, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the fact that I loved her. Like, how could I love someone’s wife? I thought I was going mad, every day, every hour, every minute. How could I love someone who belonged to another man?
But Mrs. Douglass just held me close, her arms wrapped around me. “We have to fight this together,” she said. “We have to make our love work, no matter what.”
I looked at her, and I saw the determination in her eyes. I saw the love, the passion, the desire. And I knew that I couldn’t resist her. I couldn’t resist us.
But as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that our love was forbidden. I knew that we were playing with fire, and that we could get burned. But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help us.
We were trapped in a web of deceit and lust, and we didn’t know how to escape. And i think we didn’t want to escape as well. We wanted to be together, no matter what.
After that night, the following morning, Mr. Douglass called his wife and issued a chilling threat. “Make sure you and your boyfriend pray I never set my eyes on you,” he snarled. “I will waste you both.”
Mrs. Douglass was terrified. She refused to go home, and we both stayed at my friend’s house for days. Mr. Douglass never stopped texting and threatening us, his messages growing more and more menacing by the day.
But then, he took his search to the next level. He declared his wife missing and offered a reward of 5 million naira to anyone who could find her. He plastered her picture on social media, on newspapers, and on TV stations.
We didn’t know that our hiding place was about to be betrayed. My friend Nnamdi, whose house we were staying at, had seen the news on the internet. He had seen the picture of Mrs. Douglass, and the reward offered by her husband.
At first, he didn’t think much of it. But as he looked at us, hiding in his house, he started to think about the reward. 5 million naira was a fortune, and he thought about what it could do for him.
He started to justify his actions in his mind. “They are just hiding here,” he thought. “They are not even paying me rent. And this man is offering anyone that will find his wife 5 million naira. Hmm I will betray them, I can’t lose that money”. He said.
He didn’t know the danger he was putting us in. He didn’t know that Mr. Douglass was a man not to be trusted. And he didn’t know that we were hiding in his own house, trusting him to keep us safe.
But he couldn’t resist the temptation. He sneaked out of the house, determined to claim the reward. He didn’t know that his actions would put us in grave danger, and that our lives would never be the same again.
As Nnamdi made his way to Mr. Douglass’s office, my heart was filled with a sense of unease. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew that something was wrong.
And then, the doorbell rang. It was Nnamdi, back from his errand. But he wasn’t alone. He was with Mr. Douglass, and his henchmen.
“Here they are,” Nnamdi said, his voice trembling with fear. “Here are the people you are looking for.”
Mr. Douglass smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good work,” he said. “You will be rewarded.”
And with that, our world came crashing down. We were trapped, with no escape in sight. And we knew that our lives would never be the same again.
Mr. Douglass’s men cocked their guns, ready to fire. But he ordered them to wait. “Not here,” he said. “Not in this innocent boy’s apartment. We shouldn’t dirty this place with blood.”
Instead, he ordered them to take us to their operation camp. As they were about to leave, Nnamdi asked about his reward. “Where is my money?” he demanded.
But Mr. Douglass just turned and slapped him. “You think I will give you 5 million naira just because you showed me one of my properties?” he sneered. “You are lucky I am in a good mood right now. Otherwise, I would have killed you for betraying your friends.”
Nnamdi cowered in fear, his eyes streaming with tears. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and he didn’t know how to escape the consequences.
As they put us in the car boot and drove away, I couldn’t help but think about our fate. We were trapped, with no escape in sight. And we knew that our lives would never be the same again.
The journey was long and arduous, the darkness of the car boot suffocating us. We didn’t know where we were going, or what lay ahead. All we knew was that we were in the hands of a ruthless man, who would stop at nothing to get us k*lled.
As we were on our way to the operation camp, all of a sudden, we heard a gunshot firing at our car. Before we knew it, the car hit something and stopped. We heard footsteps coming and a voice laughing, calling Mr. Douglass’s name.
“You think you can take all the money and walk away freely?” the voice said. “After we worked together to make that huge money, you want to take it all for yourself? That’s not fair, Mr. Douglass.”
Mr. Douglass kept begging, but the voice just laughed. We couldn’t talk, trapped in the boot of the car. All of a sudden, we heard another gunshot. This time, it was Mr. Douglass who had been shot. The footsteps started running and faded away.
We were trapped in the car for what felt like hours, unable to move or escape. Mrs. Douglass was losing breath, and I was getting desperate. I kept shouting for help, but no one came.
Finally, we heard the sound of sirens. The police had arrived. I kept shouting, hoping they would hear me. Luckily, they noticed that there were people in the car and opened the boot.
Behold, Mrs. Douglass had already fainted. Mr. Douglass and his boys were dead. We had to rush Mrs. Douglass to the hospital, fighting to save her life.
As we arrived at the hospital, the doctors rushed to attend to her. I was left alone, trying to process what had just happened. The police came to question me, but I couldn’t answer. I was still in shock.
The days that followed were a blur. Mrs. Douglass was in a coma, fighting for her life. I was in custody, trying to clear my name. The police were investigating the ambush, trying to find the culprit.
But I knew the truth. Mr. Douglass had been betrayed by one of his own men.
Days later…
After the police investigation, I was finally cleared of all charges. The truth came out – Mr. Douglass was involved in a web of illegal activities, and his betrayal by one of his own men had led to his downfall.
I was relieved and grateful to be exonerated, but my main concern was Mrs. Douglass. I rushed to the hospital, my heart racing with anxiety. When I saw her, she was smiling, her eyes shining with happiness.
“Paschal,” she whispered, her voice weak but full of emotion. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
I took her hand, feeling a surge of joy and gratitude. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” I replied, my voice choked with emotion.
As we spent more time together, our feelings for each other only grew stronger. We realized that we had been through a traumatic experience together, and that our love had been tested and proved true.
A few months later, we got married in a beautiful ceremony surrounded by friends and family. It was a dream come true, and we were grateful to have found each other.
As I look back on our story, I know that life can be unpredictable and messy. But it can also lead you to the right person, in the most unexpected way.
I’m not justifying what I did – sneaking into someone’s house, falling in love with their wife. But life happens, and it can lead you down paths you never expected.
In the end, it was worth it. Because I found my true love, my partner, my best friend. And we are living happily ever after.
Thank you, dear readers, for following our story. I hope it has inspired you to believe in the power of love and redemption.
