BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR 🚪
Episode One
Ramsiyyah📗 "Let's break up " I declare to Iremide who has existed as my boyfriend for five years.
He looked at me unsurprised about the news, instead, he chuckled and said
" Like I was predicting already, it is already feedwide that you are getting married to the Olarewaju's only heir, I'm expecting the break up already so don't bother to announce anything to me. " Iremide said glancing sober
" I'm sorry for weakening your feelings Ire ".
before I could complete my statement he angrily replied to me" Sorry for what, Keji I Love you with my sincere heart, and I show you love and care for you why do you choose that Rich kid over me, is it because am not driving the latest car, is it because my parents are not traveling over the world or maybe my parent don't have many corporations and business that is why you have to stab me by getting married to that jerk " Iremide angrily said to me
" It's not my fascinating to also, you know that I can't trade your love for anything but my parent are already ahead of me, I don't know have been betrothed to him when I was in University, I merely came to know that his parents are the one sponsoring my education till I bagged my Ph.D., they are now at my parent doorstep to take what they have been rasing for years, now tell me Ire is it still my fault, will I know about it and still say yes to you five years ago " I tried explaining to him
Iremide grabbed my hand and said
" Let go and meet them now, this marriage can't work out, I can't imagine my life without you please stay with me, I might lose my life because of you please Keji stay with me, " Iremide said in tearsI released my hand from him and said
" This is beyond my control, Ire please understand that it is also difficult for me but I had to save my family from dept, if I tried anything stupid my parents might drown in the ocean of debt forever please understand me, stay alive you have many things you can achieve with your precious life instead of wasting it on uncompleted love, I won't forget you for all what you have done for me, " I said to him calmly
He hugged me tightly, I also burst into tears it hurt me that I had to sacrifice my love for the happiness of my parents, I and Iremide parted painfully.
I get home sadly, but nothing can estimate the length and width of my parent's satisfaction of giving their only daughter's hand in marriage to The great Alhaji Olarewaju heir.
Everyone knows how significantly rich they are, Alhaji Olarewaju has three petroleum stations, two supermarkets, and two boutiques. It is every lady's dream to get married to a rich home. My parent were old friends of Alhaji Olarewaju and his second wife Alhaja Fatima, they both attended the same secondary school and university together but all hands were not equal, my parent was not rich like them but their companionship was so tight to the extent intended there child to each other.
I enter my small room and lie down on the bed weeping bitterly I don't want this marriage to happen, how can I get married to someone I don't fall in love with, I don't care whether they are rich or not all that I want is getting married to someone I love even if he is a fisherman.
My mum enters my room with the bridal cloth happily, I clean my tears and pretend that am sleeping" Ramsiyyah morenikeji Mii your clothes have landed from Dubai," my mum said loudly
I give no reply to her so she can leave me alone, if anything is not about Iremide I don't want to hear anything
" I know absolutely that you are not sleeping, so gently stand up and check the dress if there's going to be any mistake in it we can send it back, this dress is excessively expensive it is worth 70 thousand nairas, " My mum said again
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BEHIND THE CLOSE DOOR
General FictionThis is a fictional story of a middle-class lady who got married to the only heir of Olarewaju, she learned about many secrets buried in the mansion just after the death of her Father in law which keeps endangering her life at the hands of her steps...