AREA '61 Epilogue

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  Epilogue  "Every den has its shadows. When the sun shines and the lamppostss blink to life at night, you can't see it. But if you look close enough, you catch a glimpse of it flitting from corner to edge. "UNN has a cult, or so I thought. I set out to unravel this mystery but I was really just seeking an adventure different from my everyday life. I was chasing a legacy that would hide me from the fears that haunt me daily. Fears of being alone, not wanted and silly. Are '61 was the red tag on my map. It made me shudder just to think of all the scandals I could unearth or forge. I set out to find what wasn't looking for me. Did I find it? No, but I found something better. I found that the world is not as dark and dreary as I thought. I found that people can be trusted. I found that the world is so full of different personalities and to survive in it, we must be tolerant. I found that sometimes, the answer to our questions are the questions themselves. I found tha...
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Adulteress; Chapter 1

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PART ONE

Chapter 1

Amara startled slightly and gave out a gentle gasp as she awoke. Slowly, her consciousness returned to her luxurious bedroom. She lifted her head from the dressing table and stared at her beautiful fair face in the mirror. She saw the deep blue sequin dinner gown she was wearing and remembered what the evening held for her. Another party.

She gave a little moan and a sigh as she stretched her supple arms and sat upright.

The door opened.

"Amara... What's this? Did my little wife fall asleep while making herself up? What a creature."

The voice was most affectionate but somehow it failed to ignite that joy of being loved like it always did, before yesterday.

"Desmond," Amara said as she reluctantly glided to the beckoning arms of her husband. "Desmond," she repeated with more affection now. She had not forgotten that the arms that held her had lifted her from a pitiable childhood and set her in the company of princes. The same hands had made her the princess of the McGregor family and the second heir to old Chief McGregor's vast wealth.

"What tires you, my sweet?" asked dashing Desmond.

"The party," Amara grumbled and folded her arms like a child. Desmond smiled, sat on the bed and sat his jewel on his lap.

"Do we have to attend? This is the seventh one this week," said Amara.

"But sweet, Alice and her cousins are coming." He continued after seeing the smile on her face, "Mmesoma will also be there. Uncle Chinta as well."

"Will Bobo accompany him?"

"Of course!" he said and she smiled brightly. He continued, "All our friends will be there. Cindy, Helena, Mr Enuala, Robert..."

Amara frowned.

"What's the matter? You don't like Robert, dear? I know he seems proud at first, but once you get to know him, you'll like him," Desmond said.

"How much do you know him?" Amara asked as she pulled her finger from between Desmond's lips.

"I've known him for like forever. He's my friend. More like my brother. I trust him. He's always had my back."

Amara reflected on his words as she stared at her phone which lay on her table. She thought, he trusts him. How would he feel if she showed him the text message? 


To be continued.

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