BROKEN

Nneoma and her boyfriend, Obinna, sat in their small apartment, engaged in a heated discussion.

“I can’t believe you’re considering this, Nneoma,” Obinna said, his voice laced with concern. “Working for the Okoyes and living in their house? It’s not right.”

Nneoma crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with determination. “It’s a great opportunity, Obinna. The pay is good, and it will help us stabilize our finances.”

“But at what cost?” Obinna asked, his brow furrowed. “We’ll be living in their house, under their rules. What if something goes wrong?”

Nneoma sighed, her expression softening. “Nothing will go wrong, Obinna. I’ll be working as their personal assistant, and you know I can handle myself.”

Obinna’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep-seated fear. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Nneoma. You’re all I have.”

Nneoma’s face gentled, and she reached out to touch his hand. “I’ll be fine, Obinna. I promise. And think of the benefits – we’ll be able to save up and start our own business soon.”

Obinna’s gaze lingered on hers, searching for reassurance. Finally, he nodded, though his eyes still held a hint of unease.

“Okay, Nneoma. But promise me one thing – if anything feels off, you’ll come back to me immediately.”

Nneoma smiled, her heart filled with love for her boyfriend. “I promise, Obinna. Now, let’s get ready for the interview tomorrow.”

As they prepared for bed, Nneoma’s mind raced with excitement and a hint of trepidation. Little did she know that her life was about to take a devastating turn.

The next day, Nneoma arrived at the Okoyes’ grand mansion, her heart racing with anticipation. She was greeted by Mrs. Okoye, a poised woman in her late 30s, who led her to the living room.

Mr. Okoye, a tall, charming man with a captivating smile, joined them shortly. As they began the interview, Nneoma felt a sense of ease, convinced that this opportunity was meant for her.

As they discussed the job details, Nneoma couldn’t help but notice the way Mr. Okoye’s eyes lingered on her, making her feel uneasy. She brushed it off as mere friendliness, but the sensation persisted.

“So, Nneoma, we’ll provide you with a comfortable room here in the house,” Mrs. Okoye said, interrupting her thoughts. “You’ll be responsible for managing our schedules, coordinating events, and handling some personal tasks.”

Nneoma nodded, her mind racing with the responsibilities. “I’m ready for the challenge, ma’am.”

Mr. Okoye smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Excellent! We’ll finalize the details tomorrow. Welcome to the team, Nneoma.”

As Nneoma left the mansion, she felt a sense of accomplishment. But Obinna’s words of caution echoed in her mind: “If anything feels off, you’ll come back to me immediately.”

She pushed the thought aside, convincing herself that she was being paranoid. Little did she know, her worst fears were yet to come.

Nneoma’s heart raced as Mr. Okoye’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes seeming to pierce through her skin. She felt like a trapped animal, her mind frantically searching for an escape route.

“Sir, I’m really tired,” Nneoma said, trying to sound calm despite the panic rising inside her. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get some rest.”

Mr. Okoye’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. “Of course, Nneoma. I understand. But before I go, can I get you something to drink? Maybe some wine or tea?”

Nneoma’s instincts screamed warning signals, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She forced a smile, trying to appear polite while her heart raced with fear.

“No, thank you, sir. I’m really okay.”

Mr. Okoye’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then he nodded and turned to leave. “Goodnight, Nneoma. Sleep well.”

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Nneoma let out a sigh of relief. She locked the door, her hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off, that Mr. Okoye’s intentions weren’t pure.

She tried to distract herself by focusing on her work, but her mind kept wandering back to the uneasy feeling that had settled in her stomach. She knew she had to talk to Obinna, to confide in him about her fears and doubts.

But as she reached for her phone, she realized it was dead, the battery drained from the long day. She was trapped, alone and vulnerable in the Okoyes’ mansion, with no way to call for help.

And then, she heard the knock on her door again, louder this time, more insistent. Nneoma’s heart raced as she froze, her mind screaming with fear…

Nneoma’s heart raced as she hesitated, her mind screaming warnings. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Mr. Okoye’s eyes seemed to bore into her, making her feel vulnerable and uneasy.

Suddenly, he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. Nneoma’s instincts kicked in, and she backed away, her eyes fixed on his advancing form.

“Sir, please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need some space.”

Mr. Okoye’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. “Space, Nneoma? I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

Nneoma’s mind raced, her thoughts chaotic. She knew she had to escape, but her legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot.

Mr. Okoye’s hand reached out and grab her, Nneoma found her voice. “No!” she shouted, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Don’t touch me”

It all happened that night, Mr. Okoye forcefully took her pride that night.

The Morning After

Nneoma woke up in a strange room, her head throbbing and her mind foggy. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, making her fall back onto the pillow. She closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened the night before.

As her memories slowly returned, she felt a wave of panic wash over her. She recalled the uncomfortable encounter with Mr. Okoye, the way he had made her feel trapped and uneasy. And then, the unthinkable had happened.

Nneoma’s hand instinctively went to her stomach, but she didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She simply felt sick and disoriented.

She slowly got out of bed, her body aching all over. She stumbled to the bathroom, where she saw a reflection of herself that she barely recognized. Her eyes were sunken, her face pale, and her hair was a mess.

As she turned on the shower, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She knew she had to get out of there, to escape the Okoyes’ mansion and find a way to deal with the consequences of the previous night.

But for now, she was trapped, at the mercy of the Okoyes.

As she finished dressing, Mrs. Okoye knocked on the door, her face a picture of concern. “Nneoma, dear, how are you feeling? My husband told me what happened last night. I’m so sorry.”

Nneoma forced a smile, trying to hide her true feelings. “I’m fine, ma’am. Just a little shaken up.”

Mrs. Okoye nodded sympathetically. “Of course, dear. You’ve been through a traumatic experience. But don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. You’ll stay here with us until you’re feeling better.”

Nneoma knew she had to think fast, to come up with a plan to escape the mansion and get her life back on track. But for now, she was trapped, unsure of what the future held.

Days passed, and Nneoma struggled to come to terms with what had happened. She felt lost and alone, trapped in the Okoyes’ mansion with no clear escape route. Mrs. Okoye tried to be kind and supportive, but Nneoma couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being watched and manipulated.

As she went about her daily routine, Nneoma started to notice strange symptoms. She felt tired all the time, her breasts were sore, and she had a constant urge to vomit. At first, she dismissed it as stress and anxiety, but deep down, she knew something was off.

One morning, as she was getting dressed, Nneoma caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze. Her eyes looked sunken, her skin was pale, and her stomach was slightly swollen. She felt a wave of fear wash over her as she realized the unthinkable: she might be pregnant.

Nneoma’s mind raced as she tried to process the implications. She couldn’t be pregnant, not now, not with Mr. Okoye’s child. But the symptoms were undeniable, and she knew she had to face the truth.

With a heavy heart, Nneoma made her way to the bathroom and took a pregnancy test. The wait was agonizing, but finally, the results were clear: she was pregnant.

Nneoma felt her world crashing down around her. She was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from the Okoyes’ clutches. And now, she had a tiny life growing inside her, a constant reminder of the horror she had endured.

As she stood there, frozen in shock and despair, Nneoma knew she had to find a way out. She couldn’t keep the pregnancy a secret forever, and she couldn’t raise a child in this toxic environment. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast.

But for now, she was trapped, with a secret that could change her life forever.

Next Day..

Nneoma knew she had to tell Obinna about her pregnancy. She was scared, but she knew she couldn’t keep it a secret forever. She took a deep breath and went to his house, her heart racing with anticipation.

When she arrived, Obinna was sitting in the living room, watching TV. He looked up and saw her, and his expression changed from relaxed to concerned. “Nneoma, what’s wrong?” he asked, getting up from the couch.

Nneoma took a deep breath and blurted out the truth. “I’m pregnant, Obinna. And it’s not yours.”

Obinna’s eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, as if he had been punched in the gut. “What? How did this happen?” he asked, his voice shaking with anger and sadness.

Nneoma explained everything, from her job at the Okoyes’ mansion to the night Mr. Okoye had forced himself on her. Obinna listened, his face growing darker by the minute.

When she finished, Obinna was silent for a long time. Nneoma could see the anger and hurt in his eyes, and she knew she had let him down. “Obinna, please forgive me,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “I was so stupid, I didn’t know what to do.”

Obinna shook his head, his eyes filled with tears. “Nneoma, how could you be so reckless? You knew I warned you about that place, about Mr. Okoye. But you didn’t listen.”

Nneoma knew she had no excuse, no justification for her actions. She had made a mistake, and now she was paying the price. “Please, Obinna, don’t turn your back on me now,” she begged. “I need you, I need your help.”

But Obinna was resolute. “No, Nneoma. I can’t help you this time. You need to go back to the man who got you pregnant. He’s the one responsible for your situation, not me.”

Nneoma was devastated. She had hoped Obinna would stand by her, would help her through this difficult time. But now, she realized she was alone. She begged and pleaded with Obinna, but he refused to budge.

Finally, she had no choice but to leave. She went back to the Okoyes’ mansion, her heart heavy with sorrow and shame. She knew she had lost Obinna, the one person she loved and trusted. And she knew she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Few days later…

Mr. Okoye walked into the room, his eyes fixed on Nneoma with a mixture of anger and warning. “Nneoma, we need to talk,” he said, his voice low and menacing.

Nneoma looked up at him, her heart racing with fear. She knew what he was going to say, what he was going to threaten her with.

“You’ve been acting strange since that night,” Mr. Okoye said, his eyes narrowing. “I know you’re thinking of telling someone what happened. But let me warn you, Nneoma. If you breathe a word to anyone, I’ll deny it. I’ll make sure no one believes you.”

Nneoma felt a chill run down her spine. She knew Mr. Okoye was capable of anything, and she knew she was trapped.

Meanwhile, Obinna was pacing back and forth in his room, his mind racing with thoughts of Nneoma. He couldn’t believe he had sent her back to the Okoyes’ mansion, back to the man who had hurt her so badly. He felt a pang of guilt and regret, wondering if he had made a mistake.

As the days went by, Obinna couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had lost the love of his life. He remembered the good times they had shared, the laughter and the adventures. He couldn’t bear the thought of living without her.

But he didn’t know how to go back on his decision. He didn’t know how to face Nneoma again, how to tell her he was sorry.

And so he waited, hoping that somehow, someway, Nneoma would find a way out of her situation.

But Nneoma was trapped, and she knew it. She was sleeping around, trying to escape the pain and the shame. But it wasn’t working. She was still stuck in the Okoyes’ mansion, still trapped in her own personal hell.

And then, one day, Mrs. Okoye started to suspect something. She saw the way Nneoma was acting, the way she was avoiding her husband. She saw the pain in Nneoma’s eyes, and she knew something was wrong.

“Nneoma, what’s going on?” Mrs. Okoye asked, her voice soft and concerned. “You’ve been acting strange lately. Is everything okay?”

Nneoma hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to lie to Mrs. Okoye, but she didn’t want to tell her the truth either.

“Everything’s fine, ma’am,” Nneoma said finally, forcing a smile onto her face. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

Mrs. Okoye looked at her skeptically, but she didn’t push the issue. Instead, she nodded and turned away, leaving Nneoma to her secrets.

But Nneoma knew she couldn’t keep her secret for long. She knew Mrs. Okoye would find out eventually, and when she did, Nneoma would be in even more trouble.

And so she waited, her heart racing with fear and anticipation. She knew something was going to happen, something that would change her life forever.

But she didn’t know what it was, or when it would happen. All she could do was wait, and hope that somehow, someway, she would escape the hell she was living in.

Mrs. Okoye knew something was wrong but decided to let it slide for the main time.

Mrs. Okoye couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. She had seen the way Nneoma was acting, the way she was avoiding her husband. She had seen the pain in Nneoma’s eyes, and she knew something was wrong.

One day, she decided to follow Nneoma. She trailed behind her, watching as Nneoma went to Obinna’s house. Mrs. Okoye’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Nneoma begging Obinna to forgive her. She had suspected that Nneoma was involved with someone, but she had never imagined it was Obinna.

The next day, Mrs. Okoye called Nneoma to her room. “Nneoma, I want to talk to you about something,” she said, her voice calm and gentle. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been acting strange lately, and I want to know what’s going on.”

Nneoma hesitated, trying to come up with a lie. But something about Mrs. Okoye’s kind eyes and gentle tone put her at ease. “Please, ma’am, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, trying to sound convincing.

But Mrs. Okoye just smiled and took her hand. “Nneoma, I’m not blind. I know something is wrong. And I want you to know that you can trust me. Whatever it is, I’ll help you through it.”

Nneoma felt a lump form in her throat as she looked into Mrs. Okoye’s eyes. She saw something there that gave her hope, something that made her want to confide in this woman. And so, with a deep breath, she began to tell her story…

She told Mrs. Okoye about the night Mr. Okoye had forced himself on her, about the pregnancy, and about Obinna’s rejection. Mrs. Okoye listened in silence, her eyes filled with compassion and anger.

When Nneoma finished, Mrs. Okoye took her hand and squeezed it gently. “Nneoma, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I had no idea. But I promise you, we will get through this together.”

Nneoma felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had finally told someone the truth, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

But little did they know, Mr. Okoye was watching them from the shadows, his eyes filled with anger and revenge.

As Mr. Okoye watched his wife and Nneoma sharing a moment of understanding, he felt his world crumbling around him. His marriage, his reputation, everything he had worked for was about to come crashing down. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing control, of being exposed for the monster he was.

Without a word, he turned and stormed back to his room, slamming the door behind him. His mind raced with anger and resentment, his heart burning with a fierce determination to destroy anyone who dared to threaten him.

Later that night, under the cover of darkness, Mr. Okoye sneaked into Nneoma’s room. Mrs. Okoye was fast asleep, unaware of the evil lurking in the shadows. Mr. Okoye’s eyes gleamed with malice as he approached Nneoma’s bed.

“You foolish girl,” he hissed, his voice barely audible. “You think you can betray me and get away with it? You think you can tell my wife and expect me to just roll over and take it?”

Nneoma’s eyes snapped open, fear and terror etched on her face. “Please, sir, don’t hurt me,” she begged, trying to scramble away from him.

Mr. Okoye’s laughter was cold and menacing. “Oh, I won’t hurt you… yet. But I promise you this: I will make your life a living hell. You’ll regret the day you ever crossed me.”

And with that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Nneoma shaken and trembling with fear.

The morning after Mr. Okoye’s sinister visit to Nneoma’s room, the tension in the house was palpable. Mrs. Okoye had slept on her anger, but it had only grown fiercer with the dawn.

She confronted Mr. Okoye in the kitchen, her eyes blazing with fury. “How dare you!” she spat, her voice low and venomous. “I know what you did last night. I know you went to Nneoma’s room and threatened her.”

Mr. Okoye feigned innocence, but Mrs. Okoye wasn’t having it. “Don’t lie to me!” she snapped. “I’m not a fool. I know your tricks, your games. This isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, is it? You’ve been preying on innocent girls, using your power and influence to intimidate and silence them.”

Mr. Okoye’s face twisted with rage, and before Mrs. Okoye could finish, he slapped her across the face. “Stay out of my affairs!” he growled, his eyes flashing with warning. “You don’t know what you’re meddling in.”

Mrs. Okoye’s eyes welled up with tears, but her anger remained unabated. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “And I will not stand by and watch you hurt another innocent person.”

The slap had left a red mark on her cheek, but Mrs. Okoye stood tall, her eyes locked on her husband’s. She knew that she had crossed a line, but she was willing to take the risk to protect Nneoma and herself from Mr. Okoye’s tyranny.

The question was, what would happen next? Would Mrs. Okoye’s defiance spark a full-blown war, or would Mr. Okoye find a way to silence her once and for all?

The days that followed were a blur of terror and intimidation. Mr. Okoye made good on his promise, tormenting Nneoma at every turn. He would sneak into her room at night, whispering cruel taunts and threats in her ear. He would sabotage her work, making her look incompetent in front of Mrs. Okoye.

But Nneoma refused to break. She knew that she had Mrs. Okoye on her side, and that alone keeps her going.

As the tension in the house escalated, it became clear that something was about to snap. The question was, who would be the one to snap first?

Next day…

Mr. Okoye and his wife exchanging words over the family recent issues.

“You’re a monster,” she repeated, her voice steady. “And I will not let you hurt anyone else. Nneoma is under my protection now, and you will not touch her again.”

Mr. Okoye sneered, his eyes glinting with contempt. “You think you can protect her?” he sneered. “You think you can stop me? I am the one with the power, the one with the influence. And I will crush anyone who gets in my way.”

Mrs. Okoye stood her ground, her eyes locked on her husband’s. “I’m not afraid of you,” she lied, her heart racing with fear. “I’m not afraid of your power or your influence. I’m only afraid of what you might do to innocent people.”

Mr. Okoye laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “Innocent people?” he repeated. “Ha! There’s no such thing. Everyone has a price, everyone can be bought. And I will buy them, one by one, until I get what I want.”

The conversation was going nowhere, the two of them locked in a stalemate of anger and defiance. But Mrs. Okoye knew that she couldn’t back down, not now. She had to keep pushing, keep prodding, until something gave way.

And so she stood her ground, her eyes locked on her husband’s, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was taking a risk, a huge risk, but she was willing to take it. For Nneoma’s sake, for her own sake, she was willing to take it.

That evening…

Nneoma made her way to Obinna’s house, her heart heavy with worry and fear. She had to tell him about the latest development, about Mrs. Okoye’s confrontation with her husband and the threats that had followed.

When she arrived, Obinna opened the door with a mixture of surprise and concern. “Nneoma, what’s wrong?” he asked, ushering her in.

Nneoma took a deep breath and told him everything, from Mrs. Okoye’s angry confrontation to Mr. Okoye’s sinister threats. Obinna listened in silence, his eyes growing darker with each passing moment.

When she finished, he took her hand in his. “I’m so sorry, Nneoma,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I should have been more understanding earlier. Can you forgive me?”

Nneoma’s eyes welled up with tears as she nodded. “I forgive you, Obinna,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Obinna pulled her into a warm embrace. “I’m glad,” he whispered. “Now, tell me more about what’s happening at the Okoyes’. How are they taking it?”

Nneoma pulled back, her eyes clouding over. “The house has been at war since Mrs. Okoye confronted her husband,” she said, her voice trembling. “Mr. Okoye is threatening her, threatening to hurt her if she doesn’t stay out of his affairs.”

Obinna’s face darkened with anger. “That’s it,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re coming to stay with me. I won’t let anything happen to you again.”

Nneoma placed a calming hand on his arm. “Not yet, Obinna,” she said, her voice gentle. “Give me time. I need to figure some things out first.”

Obinna’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Okay,” he said. “But promise me you’ll be careful. I can’t lose you again.”

Nneoma smiled, her heart filled with gratitude. “I promise,” she said. “Thank you, Obinna. Just knowing you’re here for me makes me feel safer already.”

As they hugged again, Nneoma knew that she had found a true ally in Obinna. And with his support, she might just be able to survive the war that was brewing in the Okoye household.

The next morning, Nneoma returned to the Okoye’s house, her heart still racing from the events of the previous day. She had hoped to find some sense of normalcy, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Mrs. Okoye was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a sense of determination. She had decided to take matters into her own hands, to try and diffuse the situation with a peaceful gesture.

As she served Mr. Okoye’s breakfast, she smiled tentatively. “Good morning, dear,” she said, her voice soft. “I hope you’re hungry.”

But Mr. Okoye barely glanced at the food, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What’s in it?” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Mrs. Okoye’s smile faltered, her eyes widening in hurt. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. “It’s just eggs and toast, dear.”

Mr. Okoye snorted, his eyes glinting with paranoia. “You think I’m stupid?” he sneered. “You think I don’t know you’re trying to poison me?”

Mrs. Okoye’s face went white, her eyes filling with tears. “How can you say that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m your wife, for goodness’ sake. I would never hurt you.”

But Mr. Okoye just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You’re just trying to get rid of me,” he said, his eyes glinting with malice. “You and your little friend Nneoma. You think you can take me down, but I won’t let you.”

The atmosphere in the house was electric, the air thick with tension and unspoken threats. Mrs. Okoye’s eyes met Nneoma’s, and she knew that she had to do something, anything, to defuse the situation.

But what? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the standoff continued. Would Mrs. Okoye be able to reach her husband, to bring him back from the brink of madness? Or would he continue down the path of destruction, taking everyone in his wake?

The suspense was killing, the tension almost palpable. Something had to give, but what? And when? The clock ticked on, the silence deafening, as the Okoye household waited with bated breath for the next move.

Mrs. Okoye’s eyes clouded over, her heart heavy with sorrow. She had tried to reach her husband, to bring him back from the brink of madness, but he had refused. He had refused her food, her love, her everything.

She turned away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She felt like she was losing him, like he was slipping away from her grasp.

She entered her room, her heart broken, her spirit crushed. She felt like she was walking through a desert, dry and barren, with no hope in sight.

She collapsed on her bed, her body wracked with sobs. She had never felt so alone, so abandoned. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to.

Nneoma followed her, her eyes filled with concern. “Ma, please don’t cry,” she whispered, her voice soft. “We’ll get through this together.”

But Mrs. Okoye just shook her head, her body shaking with sobs. “I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t keep living like this.”

Nneoma’s eyes filled with tears, her heart aching with compassion. She knew that Mrs. Okoye was at her breaking point, that she couldn’t take much more.

But what could she do? How could she help her?

The question hung in the air, unanswered, as Mrs. Okoye’s sobs continued to echo through the room.

As Mrs. Okoye’s sobs subsided, she suddenly sat up, her eyes blazing with determination. “I can’t lose my marriage,” she whispered, her voice fierce. “I can’t let him win.”

Nneoma’s eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Okoye’s gaze locked onto hers. “Please, ma,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t say that.”

But Mrs. Okoye’s face was resolute. “I mean it, Nneoma,” she said, her voice cold. “I want you to leave my house. Now.”

Nneoma’s eyes filled with tears as she stared at Mrs. Okoye in disbelief. “Ma, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Don’t do this.”

But Mrs. Okoye’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re the reason for all this,” she said, her voice accusatory. “You’re the one who’s tearing my family apart.”

Nneoma’s face crumpled as tears streamed down her face. “No, ma,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That’s not true.”

But Mrs. Okoye was unmoved. “Get out,” she said, her voice harsh. “Get out of my house and never come back.”

Nneoma’s eyes pleaded with Mrs. Okoye, but she knew it was useless. She slowly rose to her feet, her body shaking with sobs. She knew she had to leave, but she couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing Mrs. Okoye again.

As she turned to leave, Mrs. Okoye’s voice stopped her. “And don’t ever come back,” she said, her voice cold.

Nneoma’s heart shattered into a million pieces as she nodded, her eyes blinded by tears. She stumbled out of the room, her body wracked with sobs.

As she reached the door, she heard Mrs. Okoye’s voice one last time. “You’re dead to me, Nneoma,” she said, her voice dripping with venom.

Nneoma’s world went black as she stumbled out into the darkness, her heart forever broken.

Nneoma stumbled through the darkness, her heart heavy with grief. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Mrs. Okoye, the woman she had come to love like a mother, had thrown her out of her house. Had told her she was dead to her.

She walked for what felt like hours, her tears blinding her to everything around her. She didn’t know where she was going, she just knew she had to keep moving.

Finally, she saw a light in the distance. It was Obinna’s house. She stumbled towards it, her body wracked with sobs.

Obinna opened the door, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Nneoma’s face. “Nneoma, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Nneoma collapsed into his arms, her body shaking with tears. “Mrs. Okoye threw me out,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Obinna’s eyes darkened with anger. “That woman is evil,” he whispered, his voice fierce. “But don’t worry, Nneoma. You’re safe now. You’re with me.”

Nneoma’s tears slowed as she looked up at Obinna. She knew she could trust him. He would take care of her.

And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she had found a new home. A new family.

But little did she know, Mr. Okoye’s evil plans for her is coming, his plan were far from over. And Nneoma was still in grave danger.

Obinna held Nneoma close, his arms wrapped tightly around her shaking body. He could feel her pain, her sorrow, and her fear. He knew that she had been through a lot, and he was determined to make it right.

As he held her, he felt a surge of anger towards Mrs. Okoye. How could she do this to Nneoma? How could she be so cruel and heartless?

But he pushed his anger aside and focused on Nneoma. He knew that she needed him now, and he was determined to be there for her.

He led her inside, his arms still wrapped around her, and sat her down on the couch. He went to the kitchen and got her a glass of water, which she sipped gratefully.

As she drank, he sat down beside her, his eyes fixed on hers. “Nneoma, I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you.”

Nneoma looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. “It’s not your fault, Obinna,” she whispered. “It’s mine. I should have never gone to that house. I should have never trusted her.”

Obinna’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t say that, Nneoma,” he said. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Mrs. Okoye and her husband are the evil ones here, not you.”

Nneoma shook her head, her eyes filling with tears again. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here, Obinna,” she whispered. “I don’t know how I would have survived.”

Obinna’s heart swelled with emotion as he looked at her. He swore he would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe. He knew that he loved her, and he would never let her go.

As they sat there, holding each other, they knew that they had found something special. Something that would last a lifetime.

As they sat there, they heard a knock on the door. Obinna got up to answer it, his heart racing with anticipation.

He opened the door to find a strange man standing there, his eyes fixed on Nneoma. “Who are you?” Obinna asked, his voice firm.

The man smiled, his eyes glinting with malice. “I’m someone who knows Nneoma’s secrets,” he said. “And I’m here to make sure she pays for what she’s done.”

Obinna’s eyes narrowed, his heart racing with fear. He knew that he had to protect Nneoma, no matter what.

And as he stood there, he would fight to the death to keep her safe.

Obinna’s eyes locked onto the stranger, his mind racing with questions. Who was this man? What did he want with Nneoma?

“Who are you?” Obinna demanded, his voice firm.

The stranger smiled, his eyes glinting with malice. “My name is not important,” he said. “What’s important is that I know Nneoma’s secrets. And I’m here to make sure she pays for what she’s done.”

Nneoma’s eyes widened in fear as she stood up, her body shaking. “What do you want?” she whispered.

The stranger’s eyes locked onto hers, his smile growing wider. “I want the truth,” he said. “I want to know what really happened that night. And I want to know what you’re hiding.”

Obinna’s eyes narrowed, his heart racing with fear. He had to protect Nneoma, no matter what.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nneoma lied, her voice shaking.

The stranger laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Don’t lie to me, Nneoma,” he said. “I know the truth. And I’m going to make sure everyone else knows it too.”

Obinna’s eyes locked onto the stranger, his mind racing with thoughts. He knew that he had to get rid of this man, no matter what.

And as he stood there, the stranger took a step closer, his eyes locked onto Nneoma’s. “You’re going down, Nneoma,” he said. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

Obinna’s eyes narrowed, his heart racing with anger. He knew that he had to act fast, before this man could do any harm.

And as he stood there, the stranger took another step closer, his eyes locked onto Nneoma’s. And as he did, Obinna saw his chance.

With a fierce cry, Obinna launched himself at the stranger, his fists flying. The stranger was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

But he quickly recovered, his own fists flying. The two men crashed to the ground, their bodies writhing in a fierce battle.

Nneoma watched in horror, her eyes fixed on the two men. She knew that she had to do something, but what?

And as she stood there, frozen in fear, she knew that her fate was in Obinna’s hands.

The battle raged on, the two men fighting with all their might. But in the end, it was Obinna who emerged victorious, he strangled the strangers neck, his fists raised in triumph.

The stranger lay on the ground, his eyes closed in defeat. And as Obinna stood over him, he knew that Nneoma was safe.

But as he turned to her, he saw something that made his heart stop. Something that made his blood run cold.

Mr. Okoye stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Nneoma with a fierce hatred. “You’re not safe yet, Nneoma,” he spat. “You’ll never be safe.”

And with that, he lunged at Nneoma, his hands raised in a fierce attack.

Obinna’s eyes widened in horror as he watched, his heart racing with fear. He knew that he had to act fast, before Mr. Okoye could do any harm.

And as he stood there, he knew that he would fight to the death to keep Nneoma safe.

The battle raged on, the three of them fighting with all their might. Mr, Okoye brought out a sharp object but obinna was fast enough to use it on him. In the end, it was Obinna who emerged victorious, his arms wrapped tightly around Nneoma.

Mr. Okoye lay on the ground, his eyes closed in defeat. And as Obinna stood over him, he knew that Nneoma was finally safe.

But as he looked down at her, he saw something that made his heart stop. Something that made his blood run cold.

Nneoma’s eyes were closed, her body laying cold. And as he held her, he knew that she was gone.

The stranger’s words echoed in his mind, his heart racing with fear. “You’ll never be safe, Nneoma,” he had said. “You’ll never be safe.”

And as Obinna stood there, holding Nneoma’s lifeless body in his arms, he knew that he had failed. He had failed to protect her, failed to keep her safe.

The darkness closed in around him, his heart heavy with grief. He knew that he would never be the same again, never be able to love again.

And as he stood there, holding Nneoma’s body in his arms, he knew that he had lost everything. Everything.

What a life…

THE END