Picking up the pieces after the tragic and unexpected passing of his wife proves to be hard for Lwazi. But hope unfurls when he meets Masika, will he open up his heart or has he given up on love...

inheritance /ɪnˈhɛrɪt(ə)ns/ noun a thing that is inherited. "he came into a comfortable inheritance" Similar: legacy bequest endowment birthright estate heritage bestowal

They wanted to get even instead... they got married!!

A one night stand would have been a much more pleasing fate for Zana Bert than someone forcing himself on you at an event planned by Zana herself. Waking up the next morning to find herself alone with evidence of blood from the previous night on the bed. With no remembrance of who he was or what his name was she decided to forget that night and move on with her life with the support of her Nana ( grandmother) and bestfriend. Alex Flemming always had his way. He took what he wanted without reprimand. He wanted her body and curves underneath him and he had his way without consideration for the other. He destroyed her life without knowing it.And now his life was about to take a turn for both good and bad. **CAUTION*** (Trigger Warning) Contains mention of R*pe. This is my first story ever. Please people be kind with your comments. I hope you enjoy the story ☺️❤️.

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She snapped her head up, ready to give him a piece of her mind but instantly wished she hadn't when their eyes met. His eyes and skin were the colour of coffee beans and his big nose protruded from his face, enhancing his full lips and the neatly trimmed stubble, framing his strong jawline. She loved that he had a clean shaven head, already imaging it between her thighs. Colour stained her rounded cheeks as she banished the thought from her head. Whoa, Kgomotso! Get a grip! He truly was beautiful, like a work of art meant to be admired for a lifetime. He oozed sex appeal, effortlessly, and for the first time since Xola, Kgomotso was mesmerized by a man and this was most interesting because Xola never aroused her like this stranger. Yes, stranger, she needed to remember that because her thoughts were already going off course. She slowly shook her head, gathering her thoughts and returned her gaze on him. She hoped he was oblivious to the effect he had on her treacherous body. "If you weren't so busy on that thing, you would've noticed me, and none of this would've happened," she said, poking at his taut chest. Her fierceness stirred something in him, something he'd long thought was dead and would never resurrect. He found it sexy that she didn't back down even though it was obvious she found him attractive. He noticed the deep yearning, which glistened in her warm-toned eyes when she blushed. He could almost imagine what she was thinking and that stirred his erection to life. He wanted her, to feel her soft skin against his, kiss the furrow between her brows and make love to her. Love? No. You're getting way ahead of yourself, buddy. The thought shook him so bad he almost jumped out of his skin.