Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter sixteen

**DAMIAN’S P.O.V.**

The issue isn't adding you on WhatsApp; it's you avoiding my video calls, declining my calls, and ignoring some of my questions.

Even the constant pictures she sent to me on WhatsApp don't align with the person she claimed to be.

"MY FATHER IS THE RETIRED—SORRY, FORMER GOVERNOR OF ACCRA," she claimed.

If I remember correctly, I've met and seen pictures of nearly all the governors of Ghana and their daughters, who were flirting with me at last year's gala, but this woman doesn't seem to come from a socialite family.

I could sense it.

The woman who claims not to be anonymous still refuses to give me the green light I want to see. I can tell she's just a sly player.

Women like her can turn a man into their personal ATM, but I wouldn't mind falling into that trap because it would be the biggest mistake of her life.

'ALICIA,' right?

She claimed that's her name. And I remember that no former governor of Ghana has a daughter named Alicia.

Most of her photos don't seem genuine. Some are blurry and very old.

Is she trying to play the part of a con artist? I have my reasons...

I'm a pro at games like this. I know how to draw my maps.

Today she's a nurse, tomorrow she's a scientist, and next, she's a pilot.

How many professions does one person need to become great in life?

Hers is already a worldwide thing.

In the past month we've been talking, I've sensed lies, deceit, and deception in most of our conversations... a lot of it.

Why do some women have to lie? Is it that they were born with it?

She doesn't even have a family photo.

She's probably doing this for money. Well, I, Damian Ayomide, have more than enough to give her. If she exposed the truth, I'd pay her off immediately.

Since she's hiding her identity, I'll catch some fun with my old schoolmates. It's been a long time since I enjoyed sports.

"When are you going to London, and how many days are you spending?" Calvin asked curiously.

With my golf club behind the ball, "Days are an understatement. If I leave tomorrow and spend a month there, Cal," I hit hard, scoring proudly.

Elliot took the golf club from me. It's his turn to play. "Mom has been calling me back home to meet the lady she wants me to marry in Denmark," he complained.

Brandon laughed hard. "Yo, you're making it sound like your mother just made your least favorite meal."

"Dude, the worst part is that she's neither beautiful nor attractive. She doesn't have good curves... she's not my class—our class," Elliot groaned, scoring.

Calvin asked, "Then what class does she belong to?"

Elliot pointed at Brandon. "A middle-class girl like your ex who used your bank account to get rich."

WOW!

That's what I call PREMIUM GOLD DIGGERS...

Maybe Alicia has a membership card there.

I couldn't help but chuckle at innocent Brandon, who was bankrupted by his ex.

"But dude, before you and Sonia broke up, she never seemed like a low-class kitty to me," Owen interjected. He hadn't said anything for a while, busy chatting with his pregnant wife, Philomena.

I shook my head helplessly. If they heard my story, they wouldn't be able to speak. "Guys," I exhaled, "why is everyone so concerned about Brandon and Elliot, and no one bothers to ask me how it's going?" They remained quiet, staring at me like goats looking into a well.

Well, I guess I'll have to tell them.