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WEEKS TO FOREVER
The days blurred again, but this time not from work or war—this time from wonder.
After the night of the proposal, Sophia's life changed in ways she hadn’t dreamed possible. Everything felt softer. Brighter. The clinic still bustled with patients, but now there was laughter in her voice even when she was tired. Her patients seemed to sense it too. Even the cranky old tomcat stopped scratching her gloves.
Lucius, on the other hand, was a man possessed.
He threw himself into planning their wedding, not as a man desperate for perfection, but as a man desperate to give her the world.
"You’re marrying a squillionaire, love," he said one evening, kissing her nose. "Let me at least make it look like a dream."
But Sophia had one condition.
"I want a touch of home," she said, eyes gleaming with something deeper than nostalgia. "I want to wear my Isiagu. I want Rose and I to dance in wrappers. I want my father’s tongue in the air, even if he can’t be there. I want to feel Igbo that day."
Lucius had blinked, then nodded slowly.
"Then that’s what we’ll do," he murmured. "You’ll have all the parts of you. Because all of you… is mine to honor."
°Finally I'll home once more what a home away from home °🥲
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THE BRIDAL SHOWER
A week before the wedding, Sophia left for a private villa in Jeju Island with Rose, Crystal, Ji-hyun, and a few close friends from her university and the clinic. The air smelled like salt and mangoes, and the villa overlooked a cliff that dropped into turquoise waves.
It was Crystal’s doing.
"You’re not allowed to do anything serious this week," she warned, wagging a manicured finger. "This is your time to rest, glow, and let us spoil you."
And they did.
The bridal shower was held at dusk under a canopy of pink lanterns and trailing wisteria. Rose had hired a local chef who cooked both Korean delicacies and Nigerian jollof rice, blending worlds like a perfect promise.
There were laughter games, henna tattoos, old photos projected on a white sheet, and music that made Sophia dance barefoot until her hair unraveled. Ji-hyun cried giving her a speech. Even the parrot Rose gifted her squawked, “Sophia be wife!” and somehow it was the funniest, most touching thing ever.
But the real moment came at midnight, when Sophia stood alone on the balcony, stars hanging above like the beads of her grandmother’s coral necklace.
“I never thought I’d get here,” she whispered.
“You were always meant to,” Rose said, hugging her from behind. “You just had to fight a little harder.”
"Asabi say you go still make am" She adds making Sophia turn.
"Aswear"
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LONELY WITHOUT HER
Meanwhile, back in the city, Lucius was unraveling.
He couldn’t sleep in their bed alone. He tried once—reached for her in the middle of the night and felt only pillows—and got up swearing.
Kai teased him mercilessly.
“You’re like a lovesick ghost,” he said. “Should I sew your initials into your sleeve or something?”
Lucius ignored him.
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SMITTEN BY HER (unedited)
Romance"Beyond Shadows" In a world where darkness whispers secrets and power knows no bounds, a young orphan's dreams of becoming a veterinarian are crushed by the cruel betrayal of her own blood. Sold into an unforgiving fate, she finds herself in the eni...
