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Endless Tears - Episode 8&9




Endless Tears - Episode 8&9

Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again

Genres: Billionaire, Deceit

Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage

Written by Adeola Nissi

             (THE VISITORS)

Mr Peters stretched his legs before him. “This is life” he 

murmured to himself. Now, life was beginning to take shape, he 

thought happily. He felt overjoyed over the incidents of the past few 

weeks. It would have been a disaster if the person that impregnated 

Amara was a pauper. In fact, he was sure that he would have 

disowned her instantly. 

He had known when his daughter started following the Corper 

around. He had known that something like this might happen. It was 

then he had done a little research and found out that the Corper was 

from a wealthy family. He did not know however, that the boy was 

this wealthy. When Alex had suggested he paid them off, the idea 

had sounded very palatable as he considered that it would be nice to 

have instant money. But he had calculated that the token that would 

be given can never be compared to what Amara could extort on the 

long run, if his daughter was married to the Senator‟s son. Besides, 

raising a child is expensive. He felt happy with himself. It was not 

every day that opportunities like this surfaced, and the earlier he 

grabbed it with two hands, the better for him. All he needed now was 

for Amara to use her brain and her „endowments‟ to win her way into 

her husband‟s heart. He knew that being the good girl that she was; 

she would still be having difficulty doing what he had hinted on her 

wedding day. He would have to work on that. A little visit to her 

place and some cunning advices would be able to set her in motion. 

Mr Peters knew that it would have been a great help if his wife was 

in support of this motion. She would have been able to train Amara 

properly, since they were both women and it was not a myth that 

Amara always listened to her mother. But that damn woman was too 

stubborn, he thought angrily. He would have to be contented with 

doing this by himself.

A big smile touched his dry lips as he considered getting an 

apartment here in the FCT instead of going back to that blasted 

village. He had gotten a pretty handsome amount for Amara‟s dowry

but now, he had no intention of using part of the money for an 

apartment. The Senator would have to get them an apartment if he 

wanted them out of his house; with a little taunting of course. He laughed. Life could be fun!


I walked the flower garden around the house in the evening, 

allowing the sweet smell wash over my face. Staying in the garden 

was always the highlight of my day because the sweet scent of the 

flowers seemed to bring joy to my soul. After the event of the 

morning, this walk was what I needed to sooth the hurt I was feeling. 

I banished my bad memories and thought about my happy times in 

the village. My fingers toyed with the flowers when unexpectedly; 

Corper‟s car drove into the compound. I would have retreated 

hastily, in order to avoid facing him again, but instead, I stood where 

I was, looking. I caught sight of someone in the car with him and a 

frown crossed my face. 

Corper turned round and opened the door for his passenger, 

who stepped out of the car stylishly. It was undoubtedly a woman, a 

very beautiful one at that. Who the hell is this, I wondered in shocked 

annoyance. She looked at Corper and smiled at him, murmuring 

something I could not grab, and the corper seemed to melt under her 

gaze. He closed the door of the car and put his hand around her 

waist, leading her inside. I had seen enough! I turned on my heels 

and marched towards the back door, entering the kitchen without 

preamble. Tina, who had been busy slicing tomatoes, looked up and frowned.

“What is the matter?” she asked. “Is Tola getting on your nerves again?”

I shook my head. Now that she mentioned it, I noticed that hadn‟t seen that big mouthed girl today none of concern. Frankly, I wished I would never my eyes on her again. 

o, she isn‟t” I said softly.

“Then what is the matter with you?” she asked in a concerned tone.

I contemplated my answer. “Nothing. Just a mood swing” I 

said softly. She eyes me suspiciously. Unable to stop myself, I asked. 

“Who is that woman with… erm… Mr Alex?”

“He is back?” she asked in surprise.

I nodded briefly and she went to peep, in order to see the woman I was talking about. They had already reached the sitting 

room. She came back with a frown. “Oh, that is Mr. Alex‟s fiancée, 

Miss Lisa” she declared.

“Fiancée?” I gasped out but, thank God, she was oblivious to the tension I was feeling.

She nodded. “I don‟t like her; she is too arrogant and 

disrespectful. I wonder what my boss sees in that woman” she said in 

irritation. “Anyways, I am sure her beauty is what captured him.” 

She continued. “She is too fine for her own good. I wonder what I would do when he marries her, my life would be hell”

I blanched. “Marry?” 

She faced me. “Yes. Marry. Our boss plans to marry her, the 

wedding preparation is even in progress”

“No, it can‟t be” I breathed.

She frowned. “Why are you like this? You already dislike her too?” she asked in wonder. “Wait, do you know her?”

I was finding it hard to breathe. This could not be happening. I shook my head and quickly exited the kitchen and Tina frowned in confusion. As I made a hasty retreat to my room, I decided there and 

then that there was no way I would stay in that house. This was obviously too much to take in. it is high time I take my destiny and that of my child into my hands, I told myself as I went to pack the few rags I owned.

I carried my sack of clothes effortlessly, as I marched with great vigor towards the sitting room. I obviously had had enough of this 

melodrama which had been on constant replay in my life. Jeez, it was abundantly clear that I made a mistake, but should I be treated like a 

rejected leper because of it? Well, all that is coming to an end. This 

has gone this far because I allowed it. I swallowed, trying to put my 

anger and irritation under control before getting to the sitting room. I 

won‟t want to spoil my exit by ranting like a rebellious child.

I entered the sitting room unceremoniously and my blood stilled before it erupted into a whirlwind of explosion. Corper sat there in the succulent chair, and the snake of a woman, sat on his laps, curled like a child. She ran her hands slowly from Corper‟s 

chest to his shoulders, and to his face, tracing his bottom lip with a 

painted fingernail. Anger coursed through me, making me feel like I 

would fly into a million pieces from too much anger.

Corper raised his head and a slow smile lit his face immediately he saw me. I froze. What was going on? Was he expecting me? He surely did not look surprised or angry that I was standing there. It 

was as if he had known all along that I would come there. Or maybe 

he was satisfied that I was witnessing this. He met my eyes and bent 

to kiss the lady‟s shoulder and I almost exploded on my feet. The 

woman‟s head went backwards and in the process, caught sight of 

me. She stilled and sat up instantly.

“Who are you and what are you doing standing there?” she asked on raised voice. I fixed her with an angry glare.

“I think there is a better place to carry out your impropriety rather than the sitting room” I retorted.

She stood from Corper‟s leg, and placed her hands on her hips. 

“Are you mad?” she yelled then turned to Corper. “Alex, what is the 

meaning of this? Who the hell is she and…” she turned to run her eyes up and down my body. Anger seemed to flare. “… and how 

come you got a new maid without informing me?”

She had called him Alex! That alone made me angrier. Why hadn‟t I thought to call him by his name instead of the „corper‟ I was used to? Maybe if I had, he would have seen me differently, instead 

of the secondary school girl and drop out that I am. 

Anyways, there was no time again for me to re-write that mistake. I am leaving!

Alex seemed a little shaken.

“Don‟t you dare call me a maid” I roared as I stomped my foot.

The girl looked like she would match over and kill me.

“And what are you?” it was Corper – sorry, Alex, that spoke. 

He was glaring at me, as if daring me to speak. Oh, I thought sternly. 

If he thought he had instilled enough fear in me to keep me mute, he 

surely did not know me at all.

“Oh, I would tell you exactly what, or rather, who I am” I returned as I carefully put a dangerous smile on my face. I turned to face the stunned queen diva, when the door to the sitting room suddenly flung open. I turned round to see the Senator and his wife 

standing at the entrance. If there was anything like a bad timing, their entrance would definitely be a perfect example. But that did not deter  me at all.

“Get back to your room Amara” Alex ordered but I did not move an inch. The lady clapped her hands in bewilderment, like she was still having a difficulty understanding what was going on. I turned to Alex‟s parents and since everyone seemed to have 

forgotten their manners, I quickly put that straight.

“Good morning sir, good morning ma” I greeted, kneeling slightly. I moved to them to usher them to a seat. “I am sorry for the scene you witnessed, please make yourselves comfortable” I murmured, feeling proud of myself. I knew that once I got my head 

out of the clouds and stopped feeling sorry for myself, I could actually be quite entertaining. They walked to their seats in confusion and sat down. The senator seemed to smile secretly, as he stared at 

everyone; his wife on the other hand, seemed to have a permanent glare meant for me alone.


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