KARMA: It Is Inevitable
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  • Reads 17,641
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  • Time 7h 15m
Complete, First published Apr 12, 2018
CAROLINE Jones was beautiful, she was creative, active and hardworking. But Edward considered her to be an empty vessel. After all, what is the use of all these attributes, when she couldn't give him a child?
So taking someone else, who could fit into this one place in his life was the best option he wishes to choose. It doesn't matter if the person is ugly, beautiful, lazy or anything at all, as long as he has someone to pass his name to and make his aged mother stop nagging him to his death. 

Neither does it matter what Caroline feels, she built their house in his name, bought the cars in his name did everything in his name so what else does he not have? He has everything, courtesy to her.

Since everything belongs to him now, he could afford to send Caroline away and bring in the mother of his child, little did he know that karma truly exist.



Alexander Ambrose Theakis, the CEO of  THEAKIS group of companies all around the global world was looking for a hired wife no strings attached to keep his African grandmother's mind at rest so she could die peacefully, he doesn't do love, so he had no intention of falling in Love with an African beauty, but then there are some things that could get a man going crazy and ONE OF THEM IS LOVE.

STAY TUNED AND SEE HOW KARMA PLAYS.


N.B  Note that all pictures used in this book are not mine, but are gotten from Google.
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