Love And Revenge✔️

One

       This is my third book in this account and I really hope you enjoyed the rest so far. I just thought of this new idea for a story and I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Sorry for any typos or spelling errors I don't really edit my books but I'll try not to make mistakes.
  Also this isn't my official account. My real account is WinterBearz and I also have other stories written there as well which I hope you will try out.
If you have problems understanding what I typed or what I am trying to imply while writing this book, please inform me write away so I can correct them, like they say everyone makes mistakes.

Part One🌴

   "If I were you I would stop looking at all those negative comments" I tell Sarah short for Saratu.
"Sorry I'm not like you, so used to being insulted that now I don't really care anymore" she answers back angrily.
"Well if you continue this way in our present era you will eventually die so I advice you change your ways now if not you WILL suffer" I tell her straight forward. "When you're someone like you and I on Instagram it's almost like a must to receive negative comments and insults".

   Sarah and I are bloggers. She is a food blogger and I am just a blogger I do everything, food, accessories, clothes anything you can possibly think of. I have 60k subscribers on YouTube, 205k followers on Instagram, 53k followers on twitter, 23k on tumblr, 18k on Pinterest and recently just opened an app for food services, people order food using the app. Yeah all this for someone at my age 26years. I was also one of Nigeria's Young Millionaires soon to be billionaires hopefully. My parents both live in Lagos with my junior sister Salma she's 21 and junior brother Salam he's 24. My dad is a self-made billionaire and is the fourth richest man in Africa and 31st richest man in the world. And being his first daughter I get what I want when I want, he owns hotels, resorts, estates and other producing companies.
   Unfortunately I'm not one who prefers to go to work every morning when someone else can do the work and I only get to spend the money. Cool to be me right? But people hate me or dislike me and I allow them to because just because they don't like me doesn't mean it would change who I am.

   "Sometimes I really don't want to be you wallahi" Sarah says to me still strolling through her comments.
"You're stupid nema wallahi amma most of them hate you cause they don't have what you have. Money , power and fame".
  "Keh! Don't call me stupid mad girl" she says smiling.

Then Raziqah, my right hand comes in.
"The preparations are done it's time for you to start"
   "Okay nagode. Go and get me my phone in the main parlor I'll be there in a minute I have to finish my makeup" I tell her before she leaves.
  "Go and shoot lemme solve my own problems".

I laugh.
Then left her still looking like she would die if she continues this way I'm afraid she will.

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   "Today I would be making a club sandwich, it's a snack I think we can all agree deals with a bit of our daily cravings. So after you gather all your ingredients which I can vividly remember telling you in my last blog so we can make the sandwich together".

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  "So you place lettuce or leaves over a toast and cover with a slice of cheese and some cooked chicken..."

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  "Now for the drink. We are making fruit cocktail, I hope you prepared your fruits which again are like, mangoes, oranges, cucumber and the other ingredients of course."

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"In a sauce pan heat sugar to taste, water, lime juice and basil, stir occasionally until sugar dissolves......"

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    I had finished the blog hours ago and now I'm lying down on my bed going through my own comments. Honestly seeing Sarah reading hers made me want to read mine but not in front of her, she believes I'm someone mentally and emotionally strong and I know if I had read it then I would be crying like I am presently doing right now. I feel broken, all this started about 2 years back when I started the blog, people started making rumors, the best they could think of just to hurt me and then they got stuck on me. I tried to get rid of them but there was no use every single person saw me the same, the self absorbed spoilt bastard.
  I live with my elder brother Mutassim, his wife and 4 children in one of baba's many estates. Mutassim is 33. His wife Madina is 28. And then his 2 sons who are twins Abdulrazaq and Abdulwahab, 3 years old. His first daughter Aziza, 10 years. Lastly his second child named after our mom Nabila, she is 7years of age.
  Our second born Saffiya who also got married at 26 lives in Abuja. She is 28 Madina's mate, they are friends. She has two children. The first is Jamal, he is 2 and then Amisha, she is a month old and people say she looks a lot like me. I left Lagos because I got bored of living there. Mama da Abba just kept pressuring me to get married because bother my brother and sister married before 26 or at 26 nothing less. But I knew I'd take more than that I was sure of it.
   I post the picture of the club sandwich, wrote my caption and threw the by my side before positioning myself on the bed and slept off.

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     I threw in the strawberry jam, butter, peanut butter, chocolate cookies, a bag of sweets, a bag of snickers and a pan cake mix. I wanted to buy them for Ya Mutassim's children before I leave for kaduna. I want to go see my aunt, I haven't seen her in 3years we only talk on the phone but you can't compare it with seeing her in person and I'm also going there for my friend Afifa's wedding.
  I came back but met Nabil my ex leaning on his car which is parked right in front of our gate, blocking me.
I parked and came out.
    "Tell me what do you want? What kind of rubbish is this?" I ask getting pissed off just looking at his smudged face.
"Of course you know what it is sweetheart, I'm getting you back".
   "I hope you know this is not a movie, we broke up and we are done so get that box you call a car" referring to his Range Rover "and get the hell out of my sight..
  Knowing me fully well he sighs in defeat.
"I know you don't want to take me back but at least think about it".
  And knowing him..fully well I know he won't give up when he wants something because it is clear he does, I can read him like an open book, he has always been that way and I know he isn't going to change now.
  "Alright. Yanzu can you leave? Sauri na keyi".i tell him and walked back to my car not interested in elongating the conversation any longer than it had to be.

    First chapter gone.
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