The Game Of Chess

The Game Of Chess

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" you stinky black girl leave my house you killed my son yet that wasn't enough for you you killed my husband you witch" I shut my eyes and I let the tears flow I couldn't hold it any more I just don't understand me being black is sin ?" "You managed to cope with my son right leave my house this instant !" Life wasn't easy At all To the extence she lost every one important in her life but till fought for goal
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Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

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