"I'm sorry, Andrew, but I can't marry you!" Christina Stevens declared coldly in the CEO's office of Stevens Corporation. She sat behind her desk, looking elegant in a black lace dress, her demeanor icy and aloof.
Across from her sat a handsome man in modest attire. Andrew Lloyd could not believe what he was hearing and asked, "Christie, what do you mean? What happened to the promise between us?"
They had agreed to tie the knot on the day Stevens Corporation went public, marking the end of their three-year courtship.
"Since we've been dating each other, I'll be frank," Christina replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her stunning features exuded grace and beauty with every movement.
"Andrew, don't you think the gap between us has grown too wide? It's like we're from different worlds now. Forcing this relationship won't do you any good. For me, it would be… a burden."
A burden?
Andrew was stunned, never expecting Christina to say such a thing. If it had not been for his help, the Stevens family would have gone bankrupt long ago, let alone gone public.
In fact, he had shaped Christina's success with his own hands.
"I know this decision is hard for you to accept. How about this? Consider it a debt I owe you. After we cancel the wedding, I'll give you a settlement—cash, a villa, and a luxury car.
That should be enough for you to live comfortably." Christina pulled out a pen and checkbook from her designer purse as she spoke.
Andrew watched in silence as she wrote down the figure: 1.2 million. He felt as if he was looking at a stranger. "Is this all our years together are worth to you? Just a string of numbers?" Andrew asked.
Christina's perfect features flickered with complexity for a moment before settling back into indifference. "If you think it's not enough, I can add more. Name your price."
Andrew stared at her, pain evident in his eyes at how Christina had mistaken his question for thinking it was not enough. "So, you're dead set on backing out of this marriage?"
Christina pressed her lips together and turned to look out the window. "If that's how you want to see it, I have nothing more to say," she replied.
She was a female CEO with a net worth of over 150 million dollars, with countless admirers in Jayrodale. Andrew, from any angle, did not fit into her world anymore. Not even on an intellectual level.
This marriage was not what Christina wanted—it was too ordinary for her tastes.
"I never thought years of love, countless nights together, and all those breakfasts and dinners I made would ultimately lose to the fear of being ordinary. It's no surprise—you're now the CEO of Stevens Corporation, Jayrodale's golden girl, with countless admirers. And me? I'm just a nobody, clearly not worthy of the outstanding Ms. Stevens." Andrew chuckled bitterly, feeling utterly disheartened.
Christina's brow furrowed as she glanced at him. "Andrew, I admit you've done a lot for me, but this… it's not what I want. Consider it compensation for your efforts over the years," Christina said as she pushed the check toward him.
Andrew did not even look at the check. "A 1.2 million dollars breakup fee? How generous of you, Ms. Stevens. But I don't need it." He stood up and walked toward the door.
Seeing Andrew about to leave, Christina's frown deepened. "Andrew, I strongly advise you to take this money. Don't be a fool for the sake of pride. A small-time doctor like you could never earn this much in a lifetime." Andrew ignored her words. In truth, 1.2 million dollars was not a sum he particularly needed.
"Hold it right there," a voice called out. A woman dripping in jewelry and wearing flashy makeup strode into the room. Andrew immediately recognized her. "Aunt Irene!" It was Christina's mother, Irene Cowell—who would have been Andrew's mother-in-law.
"Hmph, drop the 'Aunt Irene', we're not that close! If you're leaving, take your things with you. Our mansion has no room for your junk," Irene barked. She pulled a small box and a credit card from her purse and tossed them at Andrew.
"Aunt Irene, you wanted this too? I thought I've always treated you with respect."
Irene let out a harsh laugh, her voice grating. "What's the matter, Andrew? Did I hit a nerve?"
"Oh, Andrew, there's one more thing you should know. Christina will soon be engaged to Harvey Weller once he returns from abroad. You're not in the same league as Harvey, got it?" Irene's face was full of mockery as she said those.
Andrew looked at Christina icily. He was shocked at her audacity to find someone new before she even ended things with him.
Christina avoided Andrew's cold gaze, but her words were firm. "The Weller family is a powerhouse in Jayrodale, with influence across military, political, and business sectors. They've worked for generations to become one of the city's unshakeable pillars. Harvey will inherit it all one day. An alliance between our families is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. For me, it's a chance to transform my life."
At those words, Andrew finally let go.
He smiled and replied, "Is that so? Well then, allow this poor nobody to wish you and the Stevens family all the best in your social climbing endeavors." With that, he walked out without another glance, showing no trace of attachment.
As she watched Andrew's retreating figure, Christina felt a whirlwind of emotions.
She had expected him to explode with anger or beg her to reconsider when he heard about Harvey. Yet, throughout it all, Andrew had remained unnervingly calm, even indifferent at the end.
"Mom, do you think I went too far?"
Irene scoffed. "Too far? That good-for-nothing thinking he could marry you—now that's going too far!" She chuckled with a gleam in her eye. "Just wait until Harvey gets back, sweetie. Once you two are engaged, the Stevens family will skyrocket to the top tier of Jayrodale society. As for Andrew, he's nothing. Thankfully, he knows better than to mess with me and is cooperative. Otherwise, I would've taught him a lesson he'd never forget!"
Christina remained silent, feeling an inexplicable emptiness in her chest. It was as if something irreplaceable had suddenly vanished from her life.
In the elevator, Andrew opened the modest ring box. A dazzling pink diamond immediately caught the light, its brilliance filling the small space. This 7.5-million-dollar luxury ring was once known as the "King of Diamonds" of Jayrodale, truly one of a kind.
Andrew did not know exactly how much money was on the bank card, but he was sure it was enough to buy Stevens Corporations ten times over. Moments ago, Christina and Irene had not even bothered to look at these treasures, with Irene dismissing them as junk.
As the elevator doors opened, Andrew stepped out.
"Well, well, if it isn't Andrew! You don't look so good," a mocking voice greeted him.
Andrew calmly looked up to see a man in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back, holding a bouquet of blue roses. It was Shawn Fields, Jayrodale's infamous trust fund baby and one of Christina's most persistent admirers.
Not wanting to talk to him, Andrew tried to sidestep him, but Shawn moved to block his path again. Andrew's eyes turned cold as he stared directly at Shawn.
"Do you need something? If not, please move."
Shawn flashed an exaggerated grin. "Look, everyone, Christina's lapdog is actually barking at me! Let me guess, the Stevens family finally kicked you to the curb, huh?"
As he taunted Andrew, Shawn noticed the ring box in his hand. "This is probably some cheap trinket! As if Christina would ever want that. Let's all have a look!" With a sneer, Shawn knocked the box from Andrew's hand, sending it clattering to the floor.
The lid popped open, revealing a stunning pink diamond that rolled onto the floor.
Shawn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Isn't that… the famous pink diamond from Radiant Jewelers? The one they call the Jayrodale's King of Diamonds?"...

Everything stopped. Chidi’s face grew dark, and Amaka’s heart froze. She pulled free, grabbed Ngozi, and held her tight, backing away. “It’s okay, baby,” she said, her voice wobbly. Chidi glared, his fists ready. For a moment, he looked ready to charge. But then he turned, cursing loud, and stormed out into the rain, slamming the door.
Amaka dropped to the floor, hugging Ngozi as the girl cried into her shoulder. Her cheek hurt, her arm ached, but something new woke inside her—a tiny spark. Ngozi’s courage had lit it, a small glow in the dark. She rocked her daughter, saying, “We’re okay, we’re okay,” but her mind raced. How long could they stay like this? How long before Chidi hurt Ngozi too?
Outside, the rain hid Chidi’s angry words as he vanished into the night. Inside, Amaka’s tears mixed with Ngozi’s, but deep down, a plan started growing. She didn’t know how or when, but she knew they couldn’t stay. Not anymore. As the lamp flickered and the clock ticked, Amaka held Ngozi close, her heart growing strong. This wasn’t the end—it was the start of something new, something risky, something big.
Morning sun peeked through torn curtains, painting golden lines on the wooden floor. Amaka sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug of cold tea. The bruise on her cheek had turned darker, a loud reminder of Chidi’s anger. Ngozi slept upstairs, her soft snores floating down like a gentle song. Amaka hadn’t closed her eyes. Her head buzzed with thoughts of running away, mixed with fear and hope. Ngozi’s brave stand had lit a small fire in her heart, but it wasn’t strong enough to show her the way yet.
The house was too quiet without Chidi. He hadn’t come back after stomping off into the rain, and that scared her more than if he’d returned. Where was he? Drinking at Mama Nkechi’s bar? Sleeping in a ditch? Or plotting something worse? She shivered, pulling her wrapper close. She knew him: his quiet wasn’t peace—it was danger waiting to jump out. Her eyes kept flicking to the door, expecting his fist to crash through.
Ngozi’s footsteps broke the silence. She shuffled in, her doll under her arm, her face puffy from crying. “Mama, is Daddy gone?” she asked, climbing onto a stool. Amaka nodded slow. “For now, yes.” Ngozi pressed her lips tight, too wise for her age. “He’ll come back,” she said, soft but sure. Amaka’s chest hurt. She touched Ngozi’s braids. “We won’t let him hurt us again,” she said, her voice stronger than she felt.
But how? She had no money—Chidi kept every penny. Her salon days were far away, and her old friends had stopped coming around, tired of her excuses for the marks. Then she thought of her sister, Ifeoma, in Surulere—a busy, safe place with her husband and three boys. Ifeoma had begged her to leave Chidi years ago, after seeing a black eye at Christmas. “Come to us,” she’d said, fierce. “He’ll kill you one day.” Amaka had waved it off, too ashamed. Now, those words felt like a rope to climb out.
She stood, legs wobbly but sure, and pulled an old suitcase from under the bed. It was beaten up, patched with tape, but it would work. She packed Ngozi’s clothes first—small shirts and skirts folded neat. Then her own: a few wrappers, a blouse, slippers. She stopped at an old photo in a drawer—her and Chidi on their wedding day, smiling under a mango tree. Her throat tightened, but she tossed it back. That Chidi was gone, turned into a monster she didn’t know.
A motorbike roared outside, and she froze. She peeked out, heart pounding. It was just Mr. Tunde, the neighbor, heading to market. She breathed shaky, but the fright pushed her faster. She grabbed some garri and a tin of milk—enough for a day or two. Ngozi watched, eyes wide. “Are we running, Mama?” she whispered. Amaka knelt, holding her face. “We’re going somewhere safe, my love. Where Daddy can’t find us.”
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THE PROFOUND SIGNIFICANT OF EASTER: A CELEBRATION OF REDEMPTION AND RENEWAL!

Easter, a joyous and sacred celebration observed by millions worldwide, holds profound significance that extends beyond the festive traditions and merriment. At its core, Easter represents the pivotal events of Jesus Christ's death and resurrection, symbolizing the ultimate triumph of life over death and light over darkness.

The narrative of Easter is rooted in the Christian faith, where Jesus Christ, the Son of God, willingly surrendered to crucifixion, bearing the weight of humanity's sins. His death on the cross signified the ultimate sacrifice, providing redemption for all who would believe in Him. The resurrection of Jesus on the third day, as documented in the New Testament, stands as a testament to His divine power and the promise of eternal life.

The symbolism embedded in the Easter story speaks directly to the human condition. The death of Jesus represents the death to sin, an acknowledgment of the imperfections and transgressions that separate us from a holy God. Through faith in Christ, believers are called to a life of repentance and spiritual rebirth, symbolically dying to sin and embracing a path of righteousness.

The resurrection of Jesus embodies the promise of new life and the hope that believers can live a sinless life through the empowerment of Christ. It signifies the victory over sin and death, offering believers the assurance of forgiveness and the strength to pursue a life that honors God. This transformative journey is central to the Christian faith, encouraging believers to reflect on their spiritual walk and renew their commitment to living according to Christ's teachings.

As Christians celebrate Easter, they are reminded of the profound love and grace extended to humanity through Jesus Christ. The season invites introspection, gratitude, and a renewed focus on spiritual growth. It serves as a powerful reminder that, through faith, believers can experience the joy of salvation and the peace that comes from knowing they are forgiven and loved.

In essence, Easter is not just a celebration of past events but a living testament to the enduring hope and redemption found in Jesus Christ. It calls believers to embrace the fullness of life in Christ, to live out their faith with purpose, and to share the message of hope and redemption with a world in need.

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It was my twin sister that first discovered that I was a lesbian.

We were in 100level in University and we lived at the hostel.
My twin sister, and I, with two other girls shared a room.
I took a deep interest in one of the girls, she was a pure tomboy, one would think that she was a boy.
I was so glad when she told me that she was a lesbian.
"I am also a lesbian" I told her and her eyes brighten.
"I had a girlfriend but she cheated on me and we broke up" she told me and I patted her shoulders.
"It's fine. She doesn't deserve you" I said to her "but please, my sister must not know that I am a lesbian... My parents too"

"Oh... My family knows that I am. They respect my sexuality" she said and I envied her. I wished I could tell my family too, so that I would have peace of mind but I dared not.
A boy who was gay died when he was beaten up by seven people with a broom. They said they were casting out the demon in him, that he was possessed.
"How old are you and when did you discovered your sexuality?" She asked me
"I am 19, I discovered my sexuality at 13..." I told her and she told me that she was 21 and she discovered her sexuality at 9.

We became very close and we started dating secretly, even though she was at 200level. I still love her.
We were carried away in romance that noon, we forgot to close the door and we were sex!ng when my sister came in. She was shocked! She could not believe it, but she thought that we were possessed, she called my parents on phone and told them, they came to school to pick me in the evening
I .................to be continued.......

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(PART 3) She Missed Her Interview to Help a Stranger— not knowing It Was Her Rich Mother-in-Law #africantales
By the time she arrived at the corporate building, she was out of breath.
She hurried inside, clutching her folder tightly.
The receptionist, a tall, serious-looking woman, barely glanced at her.
“I had an interview scheduled for 8 AM,” Amaka said, panting. “I know I’m late, but it was an emergency. Please, can I still go in?”
The receptionist didn’t even flinch.
“The interview is over.”
Amaka’s heart dropped.
“Please,” she begged. “I had to save someone’s life. I can explain.”
The receptionist gave her a blank stare.
“If you were serious about the job, you would have been here on time.”
Amaka felt the lump in her throat grow.
“Please, I just need five minutes with the hiring manager,” she pleaded. “Just five minutes.”
The receptionist shook her head. “Sorry, ma. No exceptions.”
Amaka’s fingers tightened around her folder.
She wanted to scream.
To cry.
To beg.
But what was the point?
She had already lost.
With slow, painful steps, she turned around and walked out.
When Amaka got home, she collapsed onto her bed.
She tried to hold back the tears.
She failed.
She had spent so many months struggling, hoping, praying for an opportunity.
And when she finally got one, she lost it.
Her phone buzzed.
It was Daniel.
She hesitated before answering.
“Hey, love,” he said warmly. “How did the interview go?”
Amaka swallowed hard.
“I missed it,” she whispered.
Daniel’s tone instantly changed.
“What? Why?”
Amaka took a shaky breath and told him everything.
By the time she was done, Daniel was silent.
Then he said softly, “I am so proud of you.”
Amaka sniffled. “But I lost the job.”
“You saved someone’s life,” Daniel said. “That’s more important than any job.”
Amaka closed her eyes, letting his words sink in.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe she had done the right thing.
She just wished it didn’t hurt so much.
The next morning, Amaka couldn’t stop thinking about the elderly woman she had saved.
She decided to go back to the hospital to check on her.
But when she arrived, she got a surprise.
“The elderly woman?” the nurse asked. “Oh, she was discharged early this morning. Her family came to pick her up.”
Amaka frowned. “Oh… okay. Do you know who they are?”
The nurse smiled. “Of course. That was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood.”
Amaka’s heart stopped.
Daniel’s mother.
The woman who hated her.
Amaka felt dizzy.
She had saved the life of the woman who didn’t want her in her son’s life.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Days later, Amaka was talking to Daniel on the phone when he suddenly said something shocking.
“My mother wants to meet you.”
Amaka almost dropped her phone. “What?”
“She had an accident on Monday, and something changed in her. She said she’s ready to meet you.”
Amaka’s head spun.
This was it.
After all the rejection… Grace was finally willing to meet her.
Amaka sat in the back seat of Daniel’s car, staring out the window as they drove toward the Wood Mansion.
Her heart pounded so loudly, that she could barely hear the sound of traffic outside.
She was finally going to meet Grace Wood.
For months, Grace had refused to acknowledge her. She had done everything in her power to keep her away from Daniel.
Now, suddenly, after the accident, everything had changed.
Daniel reached over and squeezed her hand. “Are you okay?”
Amaka swallowed hard. Was she?
She wasn’t sure.
She nodded slowly. “I just… I don’t know what to expect.”
Daniel gave her a reassuring smile. “Neither do I. But whatever happens, I’m with you.”
Amaka exhaled deeply. She hoped this wasn’t some sort of cruel joke.
She had already lost so much because of this family.
Now, she was about to walk straight into their world.
The Wood Mansion was even more luxurious than she had imagined.
As they drove through the massive iron gates, Amaka felt like she had entered a different world.
The compound was sprawling, with neatly trimmed hedges and tall palm trees swaying in the breeze. The mansion itself looked like something out of a fairy tale—white pillars, tall glass windows, gold-plated doors.
This was power.
This was wealth.
And she was about to step right into it.
The car stopped in front of the grand entrance, and a uniformed driver opened the door for them.
Amaka hesitated for a second.
Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped out.
The doors swung open, and a maid led them into a large sitting room.
And there, sitting elegantly on a velvet couch, was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood.
The moment Grace laid eyes on Amaka, her expression changed.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Amaka froze. Her hands trembled.
For a few seconds, everything was silent.
Then Grace whispered, "I know you."
Amaka’s heart skipped a beat.
Daniel frowned, looking between them. “Mama, what do you mean?”
Grace slowly stood up. Her gaze was locked onto Amaka.
"You... You saved me."
Amaka felt her breath catch in her throat.
She had known this moment would come.
She had known that Grace would eventually realize who she was.
But nothing could have prepared her for the way the older woman looked at her now.
With pure, raw emotion.
Daniel turned to Amaka, confused. “Wait… what’s going on?”
Amaka hesitated, then whispered, "The woman I saved that day… It was your mother."
Daniel’s eyes widened. "What?"
Grace’s face softened.
“I thought I was going to die,” she said quietly. “But you… you held my hand. You fought for me. You saved my life, even though you didn’t have to.”
Amaka nodded slowly.
“I couldn’t just leave you there.”
Grace took a shaky breath. “You gave up your future that day. For a stranger.”
For the first time in her life, Chief Mrs. Grace Wood looked… vulnerable.
She stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
She reached out and took Amaka’s hands in hers.
“My daughter…” she whispered. “You saved my life.”

LADIES! LET ME EDUCATE YOU ABOUT MORNING SE$X FOR A FEW MINUTE.

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Morning se""x that is se**x between 4am-5;30am is the sweetest. that moment when he is still asleep, all his body system have settled down and has his normal morning erection, just sneak out of the bed and go toy the kitchen open the refrigerator, put small honey inside your mouth, wake him up with your warm lips on his mouth,caress his body a little bitby playing with his di**ck.use the honey and suck his **** like your life depends on it.

His erection will be harder because he has not had his morning pee, the sensation of fu**cking a wet pu***ssy while holding urine is the sweetest.

Hold him tight and plant a kiss on his lips. Make sure you're without panties or bra, slowly remove your nighty, let him watch you do it. Stand nu***de before him and help him removed whatever thing his wearing.

The feelings and smoothness of your skin touching each other is mind blowing. Lay on the bed hugging each other tight, rub him with your breast, kiss him and then slowly go on top him, start sucking his nipples, give it a soft bite slowly and start licking them one after the other. Men nipples are very sensitive to them. They like it when it's been sucked.

Then make him lie on his back, be a good wife, kneel on the bed and start giving him a blow job. licked his rod like an ice cream. Take his rod fully into your mouth and start sucking his already hard rod, caressing his balls with your hand. Suck it like your life depended on it. They love it when you lick their balls. You know those balls? Slowly licked the balls. You will be surprised to hear him moans, if you are doing a great job on him.

Tell him to lie on the bed, climb on him in a cow girl style, ride on him, grind on his penis, bounce on him, you can even twerk on his **** too. You will hear him begging for more. Then lie in doggy position so that he can take you from back and view your bumbum, make sure your chest touches the bed, issa mind blowing something.

Let him insert his **** with force so it can touched all the walls of your *****. As he move his **** in and out of you. Help him by raising your hips too, It will make you scream with pleasure. And he will enjoy every bit of it.

Tell him to fu***ck you harder, call his name, saying I LOVE YOU and moan while doing that. Men love to hear you scream their pet name during love making. Its another turn on for them. Se***x without talking is no se**x, whisper in his ears while the action is going on, use dirty talk, tell him baby you are the best, sweetie i can die for, there is no one like you, i will forever love you.

When he will eventually come, help him take his bath and dress him up for work, while taking his breakfast make sure u are looking se***xy around him, help feed him and hug him goodbye and don't forget to pray for him.

You have just planted yourself in him, u will be the only thing he thinks of throughout the day, u have also succeeded in making his day great, he will smile at everyone in his workplace.

Lastly make sure you send him nice love message within the day especially when u know he is about closing for the day, you will see him running back home just to meet you.

Pls your home is your happiness...prayer is the key.

Have a beautiful Easter lovelies

Your Real Life Partner Is Not Your Spouse.

It’s Your Body.

Not your mom.
Not your dad.
Not your spouse.
Not even your children.

The one thing that stays with you from birth till death is the one you often ignore —
Your Body.

When your body is tired, it whispers.
When you don’t listen, it screams.
And when it finally gives up,
no one else can carry that consequence but you.

What you eat.
How you sleep.
The way you handle stress.
The exercise you avoid.
The sugar you won’t stop eating.

They’re all love letters or hate mail to your body.
And your body is always reading them.

You can replace a job.
You can marry someone else.
You can borrow money.
But you can’t trade bodies.

So start showing up for your realest partner:

—Eat with intention.
—Move daily.
—Sleep like it’s sacred.
—Think thoughts that nourish, not poison.
—Say no to stress that’s killing you slowly.

Your body is not a container.
It’s a companion.
Treat it like it matters — because it does.

#DoctorOfTheFuture
#BodyFirst

And may God fill ur heart with joy , blessings, favor, miracle, peace of mine, grand ur heart desires Amen may what you seek for never pass u by in Jesus name Amen love u shall fine more money more money and more money Amen happy Easter to you and your household have a blessed day

Good morning my lovely friends I wish you all happy Easter

It's all about God.
It's all about Christ.
It's all about Love.