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Endless Tears - Episode 6&7




Endless Tears - Episode 6&7

Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again

Genres: Billionaire, Deceit

Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage

Written by Adeola Nissi

             (MAID IN HIS HOUSE)

He put his arms around my shoulders as he propelled me towards the exit. “Amara, you are a wise girl, I am sure you understand me perfectly. Now, what you have to do next is to make full use of this opportunity that landed on your laps on a platter of gold. You think Alex is so mean and wicked? He might be. But it is 

just a matter of time. It just takes a beautiful woman with enough sense like you to bend him. We men, we pretend to be strong and invincible, but trust me; all women came through Eve, and inherited 

her cunning talents. Make use of it my daughter and you would be 

able to totally change the fortune of our family. All the dreams you 

have of being a doctor, can still be achieved. Think about it my girl.” 

He gave me a bright smile. I just could not believe all I was hearing. 

Vaguely, I saw the car that was waiting for me. “Now go my daughter, your husband is waiting in your new house. Be a good girl. 

He kissed my pale cheeks and led me to the waiting car. I walked like 

a remote control robot, still not believing that everything I just heard 

came from my own father. My mum met us, dabbing at her eyes. I didn't‟t know what to feel. Was she also aware of dad‟s tactics? Am I a 

sacrificial lamb in their quest for riches? It was too much to take in.

I slid onto the soft leather in the car and closed the door. The person, who seemed to be a driver, started the car. I stared at my 

parents in disbelief as the car sped off. They vanished from my sight and I was left with the words of my father dancing in my head like 

little butterflies. I felt as though I did not know my parents again but measuring everything, this seemed like the least of my problems as I looked forward to the next phase of my life.

The car entered a large compound that left me 

momentarily stunned. It was not as big as the Senator‟s house but the design was 

exquisite. I would not have imagined, despite the fact that I had seen many houses on my neighbor‟s television, that such an exquisite building existed. And to think that someone as young as Corper Bello 

lived here was so unbelievable. I instantly felt out of place. 

When the car was finally parked, I stepped out of it, looking a 

little frozen. Am I expected to live here? In this massive house? How 

would I cope with this? I had slept in the BQ in the senator‟s 

compound and even that had been too much luxury for me, even 

though I barely stepped out of my room. But here, if what I saw 

outside was any indication, the house itself would be mind-numbing. 

Getting used to this place would be a great deal of work, no doubt. 

The only problem was that I would not be able to find joy here, the 

thought was so painful. Even my shabby village was filled with joy 

and a hope of a better tomorrow, surely, I would not get none of that 

here. The man I thought I loved, cherished and respected was gone, 

replaced by this terrifying monster that would do anything to make 

my life miserable.

The driver took my sack of clothes, holding it with two fingers 

like it was trash, as he led me into the massive building. I was right. 

The house was spectacular, so breathtaking that it had me gawking 

like a fool. A young pretty girl of about my age approached me with 

an apron tied to her body. The driver gave her the sack and left her as 

she stared at me vaguely.

“Hello” she said softly as if she were talking to a child. I looked 

at her silently. “Mr. Alex told me that you were coming and that I 

should show you to your room” she explained. I smiled briefly and 

followed her lead.

She took me through a narrow passage in silence, and as we 

walked, it occurred to me that the girl would be a staff. Still in the 

narrow passage, we passed by two doors which faced each other and 

took three steps further before the girl stopped in front of a door 

which she opened. There was also a door facing the door she opened 

but I disregarded it and followed her inside.

A mattress was on the floor, enough to fit one person 

comfortably. There was a small table beside it, and a big box lay at 

the far end of the room, by the wall.

The girl smiled, and then frowned. “Oh, forgive my manners, I 

am Tina” she said. “I am the cook, even though I look small, my food 

is always very sweet, you could eat up your tongue” she boasted 

with a grin. “My room is opposite yours. You would meet another 

girl, Tola, she is the cleaner. She went out to get some things. I am 

sure you are Amara” she ranted. 

I was feeling awkward because something seemed very wrong 

and out of place. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. Amara” I responded. “Where 

is corper… I mean, Mr erm.. Alex. Where is his room? Does he stay in 

one of the rooms we passed?”

The girl laughed. “Of course not. His room is upstairs” she 

leaned forward to whisper. “It is a very massive room. This room is 

not as big as his toilet” she grinned. “This is where the staff stays”.

What? What the hell is going on? Before I could voice my panic 

and question, we heard a car horn and the girl startled. “The boss is 

here, I have to go and serve his food. He asked me not to talk to you,

please don‟t tell him I said anything if he asks.” With that, she 


I stood, still reeling from the implications of what I had just 

heard. Am I to stay with the staff in my own husband‟s house? It 

can‟t be real. The drama just never seemed to end. I don‟t know how 

long I stayed there, at the middle of the room, but suddenly, the door 

opened and I spun round to see corper Bello crowding the entrance. 

He entered and closed the door behind him.

“I see you are fully settled” he said with clear indifference. 

“Well, since you have obviously pushed your way into my life, let me 

lay down the rules and regulations. You are in this house as a maid 

and not a wife. Don‟t ever mention it to anyone that we signed a 

marriage contract, or worse, that you are carrying something of mine 

in your tummy” he said with obvious disgust. “Everyone here has 

been informed that you are the new staff employee, and that is what 

you would be in this place. You would join Tola in doing the cleaning 

and other house chores. Never interfere with my food because I 

won‟t want to contact cholera or food poisoning. You would be given 

the staff uniform, so you don‟t have to go around in your pathetic 

clothes. Do you understand me?”

I stared dumbfounded. He seriously did not mean all he just

said, did he? “You expect me to work as a maid in my husband‟s 


His eyes flashed with fury. “First of all, you are not my wife. 

Even though we signed a bunch of miserable papers, you can never 

be my wife. Secondly, you should be glad that I dignified you with a 

maid‟s position. You either do this or leave. You chose to marry me, 

whatever you see is of your making, not mine” he growled out.

I swallowed. “What did I ever do to you? What is my crime 

Corper?” I breathed.

“You got pregnant. That is your crime” he turned to leave then stopped. “And while you are here, you should never call me Corper, you call me boss” he opened the door and left.

One week passed and the idea of being a maid in my husband‟s 

house was still like a bomb. Each passing day added to my shock and dismay at this display of impunity. I have never felt more like garbage like I did now, having to work with the maids in the house. 

Ever since Corper walked out of my room, I hadn‟t set my eyes on him. I was careful to ensure that we never happened to be in the 

same place together. My hatred for him grew with each passing day, 

but my love for him was not eliminated either. I still could not understand why thoughts of him still plagued my dreams. Every 

time, I entertained the hope that he would change and love me the way he professed in the village. Unfortunately, there was no 

indication that this would ever happen.

My pale state and vomiting had made it known almost 

immediately I arrived that I was pregnant. Tina had been very helpful, encouraging me and making me laugh whenever my mood 

turned sour – which was almost all the time. I had been careful enough to avoid the subject of my child‟s paternity whenever she 

tried to bring it up. Changing the subject had always been my way

out of that sticky situation. Tola, the cleaner, on the other hand, had 

been a real pain. She never spared a change to throw well-aimed 

insults at me. The fact that I had to share the house chores with her, 

instead of making her happy, made her terribly furious. We became 

instant enemies and she never stopped expressing her wish that I 

would „go back to whatever stinking village I come from‟. Even 

though Tina was constantly coming to my aid, dealing with Tola‟s 

sharp mouth along with my other problems was beginning to really 

get on my nerves. The fact that I should naturally be the madam of 

the house was what stopped me from bantering words with her. It was infuriating that someone who should naturally report to me was

giving me a really tough time; it made the idea of being a maid sink in.

One fateful morning, I woke up extremely early, partly from lack of sleep and also from the desire to use the general maids‟ bathroom before the other girls, since we had to share bathroom and toilet. I was certainly in no mood Tola‟s ranting. After a refreshing 

shower, I dressed myself in the maids‟ uniform and still had too much time to myself before starting the house chores.

 After drinking the bitter village herbs to drive away nausea and dizziness, I decided to lose my already rough hair. The „all back‟ had lasted way longer 

than it ought. Loosening it took just a few minutes and I combed my 

hair out, letting the long strands fall freely past my shoulders. 

Satisfied that I looked a bit better than before even without a mirror 

to confirm that, I straightened up my bed and decided to start the 

house chores, regardless of the time.

The work was a good thing for me because it helped me to keep 

myself busy and push away depressing thoughts. I could not imagine 

how terrible it would have been if I had to just sit idle and watch the 

ticking hands of the clock. As I cleaned the furniture, songs of 

sadness escaped my lips. Thoughts of corper stayed permanently on 

my mind, probably because his picture frames hung all around the 

extra-large sitting room. He had seen the product of our union as a 

crime, but I refused to see the life growing in me as the cause of my 

sadness. Notwithstanding the circumstances surrounding my 

conception, I vowed to give my child all the love and care that he or 

she deserved. Even if the child never knew the love of a father, I 

promised to fill both the spot of a mother and that of a father in my 

child‟s life. At first, recapturing corper Bello‟s love had crossed my 

mind, but considering all that I was being made to go through, I was 

not sure I even felt anything but hate for him anymore.

Footsteps alerted me, telling me that I was not alone. I tensed, 

knowing exactly who it was before I even saw him. My thoughts may

have summoned him but his presence engulfed the entire sitting 

room, immediately he started climbing down the steps. What was he 

doing up so early? I wished he did not have such an effect on me and 

the admission that I still harbored feelings for him made me 

extremely angry. I stopped singing and cleaned the couch I was 

cleaning furiously, with undiluted anger.

“I suppose you were taught how to greet” he murmured.

My hands stilled slightly, and then wordlessly, I continued.

“You are not deaf, are you?” he asked as anger crept into his 

voice. He must have some nerves!

I dropped the duster instantly and faced him, wanting to show 

him that I was not born mute. “Excuse me sir, if I remember correctly, the duties of a maid that was assigned to me was to clean the house. 

That does not include greeting you, does it?”

He clenched his fists dangerously. “Are you raising your voice at me?” he growled, advancing menacingly.

I stood my ground. I had entered the lion‟s den; I might as well face the consequences. “What if I am?” his palm connected with my cheeks, sending me reeling backwards from the force. My face burnt 

bright red and my eyes had trouble focusing on him as dizziness 

gripped me with full force. He grabbed my neck and dragged me to 

him and I started panicking. I don‟t think I have ever been so scared.

“Never” he boomed. “Never you talk back at me, you hear me? 

Never” he roared and pushed me out of his hands. I almost fell flat 

on my face from the force of the push and I stumbled furiously, 

trying to get my footing. Immediately I did, I turned and fled into my 

room like the devil was at my heels. Slamming the door forcefully, I 

collapsed on my bed, in tears. It had become abundantly clear now 

that this is not the Corper I fell in love with, because the man out 

there was nothing more than a monster.


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