A Prince's Love

Chapter 57.

This chapter is dedicated to Monivah_M 🌹🫶🏾Thank you for reading, and thank you for all the votes and comments! I truly enjoy them! Please, check out her stories, they're really wonderful and also based in Africa. One is complete, The Non-Search, and the other is currently being updated, The Risk Game.

Also, I changed the book cover everyone 😭
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Narrator

Kwame Sarpong follows the guard, after being checked by security. His slight limp leaves a bit of distance between him and the guard, but he was catching up.

The guard stops in front of the familiar dark blue door, unlocking it by tapping her badge against the digital lock. She holds the door open for the older man, who thanks her as he slowly makes his way inside.

Maadwoa sits with her cuffed hands clasped on the table in front of her. Her gaze was locked on the wall she was facing, not really paying attention to her surroundings. It had been a week since her sperm donor's confession, and she was still processing it. She had barely eaten this week (not like she was eating much before), and at nights, she'd stare at the wall thinking about it all until her brain was tired of thinking. Maadwoa was wrecked.

It even started seeping into her dreams. For the past three nights, she's had the same dream (or nightmare, if you will). In the dream, King Forson is standing at a podium, addressing the king about good news that he wants to share. Right before he can share it, a sword pierces through his body from behind, but before she can see the culprit, she wakes up in a cold sweat.

She didn't understand why she was dreaming of the King of all people, but she figured it was just part of some type of healing process after what she's just learned.

"Hello niece." the older man greets, before bending down to wrap his arm around her. He could only give her a side hug because of the cuffs, but it was enough for them both.

His voice breaks her out of her trance, and she manages to plaster a faint smile on her face.

"Hi Uncle." she softly greets.

Kwame cocks his head at her, confused at her expression. Despite being in these conditions, she always exuded excitement whenever he visited.

"What is the matter?" he questions her.

A part of her is relieved that he asked this question. She hasn't told anyone about the shocking revelations, and it was eating her up to have to keep it in.

The dimple-faced girl shakes her head, blinking back the tears that were already forming. She hangs her head low when she feels a tear slip out.

"Uncle, I am not okay at all." she weakly responds, before tightly shutting her eyes. Her uncle reaches his hand out to touch her arm soothingly.

"Maadwoa, tell me what happened. Was it one of the inmates? Did they do something?"

She keeps her head hung low, shaking it in response to his questions.

"Then what's the issue?"

Maadwoa sighs, before lifting her head and wiping her tears with the hem of her shirt. Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to get the words out.

"M-mister B-benson... he v-visited me l-last week."

Kwame lets go of her arm slowly, a feeling of nervousness creeping into his body. Kwame knew that Mr Benson was really Peter Koomson, so his visit to see her and her reaction a whole week later could only mean one thing. And it was something that terrified him.