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Here's the secret.
Here's a little secret about the woman you are in a relationship with.
No matter how strong, or beautiful, or even independent she may be...she still wants to be accepted by you.
She wants you to notice when she steps out of her comfort zone and tries something new.
She wants you to compliment her on a daily basis.
She wants you to back up your promises with your actions because she's been taken for granted one too many times.
She wants you to notice small things about her like the way she likes her coffee in the morning, her favorite smell or what movies make her cry.
She wants you to help her heal from the trauma nobody apologized for.
She wants you to pick her flowers on Wednesday after work because you thought about her on your way home.
She doesn't want you to give her the world, but she only wants to feel like she's a priority in yours.
I promise you.....that she finds nothing more attractive than a man who is strong enough to encourage her to grow and shows her effort with every day that passes.
Take my advice ..... and be the man who chases her, long after you already have her.

BABY MAMA TRAP
PART 3
Onyinye stared at the DNA results in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. The words "99.99% Probability of Paternity" glared back at her, the ink seeming to burn through the paper. A slow, bitter smile curved her lips.
"Now we’ll see who’s playing games, Kolawole," she whispered to herself.
She spent the next three days plotting her next move. She couldn’t just show up at his office or home—no, that would be too easy. Kolawole was a powerful man, with security and lawyers who could make her disappear if he wanted to.
She needed leverage.
And then it hit her—his wife.
If anyone deserved to know the truth, it was the woman Kolawole was betraying every time he stepped out with girls like Onyinye.
She opened her laptop and searched for "Mrs. Adebayo Lagos charity events." Within minutes, she found what she needed—a high-profile fundraiser happening that weekend at the Eko Hotel. The wife, Amina Adebayo*, would definitely be there.
Perfect.
Onyinye slipped into the event wearing a simple but elegant black dress, her hair styled in soft curls. The ballroom was filled with Lagos' elite—politicians, business moguls, and socialites sipping champagne under crystal chandeliers.
And there she was—Amina Adebayo.
Kolawole’s wife was even more stunning in person. Tall, graceful, her makeup flawless, dressed in a custom-made lilac gown that probably cost more than Onyinye’s yearly salary.
Onyinye’s stomach twisted with guilt. This woman had no idea.
But then she remembered Kolawole’s cold dismissal, the way he had thrown money at her like she was nothing.
No. She wouldn’t back down now.
She waited until Amina was alone near the dessert table before approaching.
"Good evening, Mrs. Adebayo," Onyinye said, her voice steady despite her racing heart.
Amina turned, her polite smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Hello, have we met?"
Onyinye took a deep breath. "No. But I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say."
She pulled out the DNA test from her clutch and handed it over.
Amina’s perfectly manicured fingers took the paper, her brow furrowing as she scanned it. Then—her face changed.
The color drained from her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly.
"What… is this?"
Onyinye met her gaze. "I’m pregnant. And your husband is the father."
For a long moment, Amina didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Then, in a voice so quiet it sent chills down Onyinye’s spine, she said:
"Follow me."
Amina led her to a private lounge upstairs, away from prying eyes. The moment the door closed, her calm façade shattered.
"How dare you?" she hissed, her eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?"
Onyinye stood her ground. "I didn’t come here to fight. I came because you deserve to know the truth."
Amina laughed—a sharp, bitter sound. "The truth? You think I don’t know what kind of man my husband is?" She stepped closer, her perfume suffocating. "But you—you’re just another cheap slut trying to cash in."
Onyinye flinched but didn’t back down. "I don’t want his money. I just want him to take responsibility for his child."
Amina’s eyes flickered to Onyinye’s still-flat stomach, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she grabbed Onyinye’s wrist, her grip like steel.
"Listen carefully," she whispered. "If you ever try to contact my family again, you’ll regret it. That child will never be an Adebayo. Do you understand?"
Onyinye yanked her arm free, her pulse roaring in her ears. "We’ll see about that."
She turned and walked out, her legs shaking but her head held high.
That night, Onyinye lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
She had thought exposing Kolawole would force him to do the right thing.
But she had underestimated his wife.
Amina wasn’t just hurt—she was dangerous.
And now, Onyinye had made an enemy of one of the most powerful women in Lagos.
Her phone buzzed. An unknown number.
She opened the message—and her blood turned to ice.
It was a photo. Of her. Standing outside her apartment building.
The caption:
"You should have stayed away."
TO BE CONTINUED...

ABY MAMA TRAP
PART 1
The loud music from Club Lavish pounded in Onyinye’s ears as she stepped inside, the bass vibrating through her whole body. The air smelled like expensive perfume, sweat, and alcohol. She adjusted the tight red dress that clung to her curves, feeling both nervous and excited. Her best friends, Amaka and Chioma, had dragged her out tonight, saying, "Onyi, you’re too young to be sitting at home every weekend! Come and have fun!"
So here she was—Onyinye Obi, 24 years old, a bank teller with big dreams, standing in the middle of Asaba’s most popular nightclub. She wasn’t the type to do things like this. She was careful. She was smart. But tonight… tonight, she just wanted to forget about her problems.
Then she saw him.
Tall. Dark. Handsome. Dressed in a black designer suit that screamed money. His gold Rolex glinted under the flashing club lights as he sipped his drink. He stood near the VIP section, surrounded by men who laughed too loud at everything he said—like he was some kind of king.
Their eyes met.
A slow, confident smile spread across his face.
Onyinye quickly looked away, her heart beating fast. She knew who he was—Chief Kolawole Adebayo, a rich businessman, married with three kids. She had seen his family photos in Hello Nigeria magazine. His wife was beautiful, always dressed in expensive lace, smiling beside him at parties.
But right now, in this club, with the music thumping and the alcohol flowing, none of that mattered.
He walked toward her.
And like a moth drawn to a flame, she let him.
Three Hours Later
The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city outside the window. Onyinye lay in the soft bed, her body still humming from what had just happened. Chief Kolawole—no, Kola—lay beside her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare arm.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth. "I’ve never met a woman like you."
She knew she should feel guilty. She knew he had a wife at home. But in that moment, with his warm body pressed against hers, she let herself believe his lies.
"This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing," he said, kissing her shoulder. "We can keep seeing each other. Just you and me."
Onyinye’s heart fluttered. Was he serious?
Then his phone rang.
The screen lit up—"WIFE" in bold letters.
Kolawole sighed, sitting up. He answered the call, his voice suddenly sweet, loving—completely different from the way he had just spoken to her.
"Yes, darling… No, I’m still at the meeting… I’ll be home soon."
He hung up and stood, pulling on his clothes without looking at her.
"I have to go,"* he said, tossing a few bills on the bedside table. *"For your taxi."
And just like that, he was gone.
Onyinye sat there, staring at the money, feeling ******. Used.
What did I just do?
Six Weeks Later
The bathroom was silent except for the sound of Onyinye’s shaky breaths. She stared at the little white stick in her hand, her stomach twisting in fear.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant.
Her mind raced. *How? They used protection… didn’t they?
She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering that night—the way Kolawole had whispered in her ear, the way he had made her feel special.
Now, she was carrying the baby of a man who didn’t even care about her.
A man who would *never* claim this child.

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