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STRUGGLES

2shotsoftequila

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Parts 3
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Reads 31
Votes 20
Parts 3
Time 9m

2shotsoftequila

Mature

abena africa africanculture blackauthor ghana ghanaian homeless pain projectghana shs struggles suspense teenromance

"This could be our little secret. You don't tell my wife and you don't lose your job, besides who's going to believe you." He gave a humorless laugh 

"Imagine a little maid who needs money falsely accuses her benefactor."he spoke with so much confidence I wasn't the first person he had done this to. I began to move back and each step I took he took another towards me. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I have enough money to make you disappear." He grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room.

 

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Abena was barely seventeen when her life began to fall apart. Fresh out of shs when her beloved father passes away. Her only relative her mother threw her out of the house without an explanation and she is left to fend for herself on the rough streets of Accra. 
After all hope is lost she meets her benofactor and begins to work at the Adjei residence, but will she be able to last after she hears about the sudden disappearance of all the female maids.


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This book contains sexual abuse. Read at your own risk.All Rights Reserved

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Dabbling in Danger by Plumpsugarplum

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The Mechanic's Wife (Preview) by ummyasmeen

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