Just a Little Poison: Princess Wuraola

Interesting ____________________________________ Link to Available Episodes •Episode 2&3 •Episode 4

go on..

Nice start

Getting interesting already

Huh

interesting

hmmm

seated

He only came because of Wuraola. But having joined the gathering at the Oyo State Royal Palace for a get together to mark the end of the first quarter of the year, Obajuwon wished the party would be over already. He was getting bored of the long speeches being made by elites whose words didn’t reach their hearts. He knew that a lot of the guests making heartfelt speeches were only present for what they could get; not what they could give. From his furrowed brows and creased forehead, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that he was forced to attend the ceremony. However, when his father had mentioned that Princess Wuraola would be in attendance, his heart had danced with joy. But, he hadn’t seen Wuraola anywhere in the royal court; at least not where the party was taking place. He had stylishly asked the King if she was around and the King in turn had ordered the maids to call her. Sadly, he hadn’t seen her. Holding an empty cup in the other hand, he mixed the champagne slowly, watching the bright grey liquid shake freely in the glass cup. He wanted to see her… scratch that. He needed to see her; even if it was from a distance since she loathes him. At least he’d be content drinking her fair beauty from afar, but his itchy fingers wouldn’t just keep his hands from her. Obajuwon had first seen her at a function their fathers had forced them to attend years back in New York. At first he had flirted with her, thinking she would give in like other ladies do, but she hadn’t. What fully captured his attention was when she stood up for another lady who was being bullied by the other rich, spoilt brats. Not that he was any different from the spoilt brats. He had not stopped bullying innocent people. But since the day he watched her love to humanity, she held a special spot in his heart that no woman would be able to take away so easily; not even when his ex-wife… “Obajuwon?” The voice jostled him back from his thoughts. He looked up and watched the person with disdain. She was the last person he had expected to see. Holding a tray of 5 glasses of wine, the servant attire of cream coloured wrapper and bids fitted her shape well. But then, she was just that. A servant. Obajuwon looked around the room, hoping no one would see them talking. Fortunately for him, it looked like everyone was minding their own business. “Yes, what? I thought we had an agreement not to speak in public.” He queried. “I do not care, Oba. It seems to me you are forgetting our mission.” He rolled his eyes, and then took a sip from his drink. “I have not forgotten anything. Don’t you have visitors to attend to? You should hurry off.” He straightened up, as his eyes strayed towards the entrance of the room and settled on Wura. She had entered to room like a peacock showing her beauty. She was escorted in by Oloye Bisoye, the King’s right-hand man. Obajuwon’s eyes were still glued on the black dress she had on when he suddenly choked on his drink. “What did you just say?” “I said, you’re in love with her. But never you forget that I’m still your wife and we have a mission to execute!” She turned around and left with the drinks on her tray, to go serve the guests. Obajuwon hissed. “Ex-wife,” he muttered as he took lazy steps towards the subject of his thoughts. “Princess, I could have sworn the party has been boring but just as you stepped into the room, your presence alone added an exhilarating ambience” he smiled. Oloye Bisoye laughed heartily. “You sure have a way with words Obajuwon. Let me leave you love birds.” He patted Obajuwon and left. Just by the book on her face, he knew Wura was avoiding him; She would rather be anywhere else than the party. But what he didn’t know was why she avoid him? “Wura I…” “It’s Princess Wura, to you.” She cut in. He forced a smile. If he wanted her heart, he needed to win her over by treading patiently. “So how have you been?” “Fine.” “Just fine? Oh well, how has been your day then? Mine was a bit hectic. I had to check the malls and factories to ensure I am up to date with my business records. And so, I had to shuffle Lagos, Abuja and now I’m in Oyo all in one day!” he chuckled, “so what about you?” “Fine. “ “Fine? I’m sure you did something. You went to your restaurant I’m sure.” He wasn’t going to be put off by her monotonic reply. Despite the fact that she was a princess, she still owned and ran her private business. To Obajuwon, it was a huge turn on. “Oh, so you got me followed?” He watched her in amazement. A sharp woman. She was quick to calculate that. Yes, he had her followed, and it was only because he wanted to know if she was dating someone else. In the end, his suspicion had been false. “Look, Wura…,” he paused, not knowing what to say. “Just leave me alone. The earlier you tell my father to cancel our engagement, the better because even if we end up as man and wife, we will live like complete strangers. Get that into your head!” she walked away, leaving him gaping at her. ********************************************** Wura was exhausted from the day’s activities generally. She had obviously escaped from the party to go to her bedroom. She wasn’t one who liked parties, but for the sake of her father, she had to grace the occasion. Meeting people was surely not her thing. She loved her peace and quietness, and it made her wonder how she even owns a restaurant. In all, it had been a good day. She met Mrs. Lucia Williams, one of her mother’s best friend. The woman was still an epitome of beauty even at 50. It made Wura wonder how her mother would have looked like if she were alive. And that reminded her of her mother. Morenikeji Florence Olawuyi. She was born into a royal family as well, and she was a beauty to behold. According to her father, her mother was the most charming and alluring lady he had ever met, and that was why he remained unmarried. Trying to push the thought from her mind, Wura sat at her dressing table. She removed a wet wipe to rid her face of the make-up she had been forced to apply. Once done, she stared into the mirror, she realized she had gotten fairer; it was probably the cream her friend had brought for her from her last visit to Dubai. Her brown eyes shone brightly even in the almost dark room. She traced one finger on her chin and cheeks that held two dimples. She smiled, revealing her perfect set of dentition. She understood now, why men couldn’t resist her. She was indeed beautiful. She knew she got her hair and eye colour from her father. But her skin tone must have been from her mother. Her eyes drooped. If she was given a second chance in life, she would have loved to see her mother. She misses her, every day. She wished she had someone she could allay her fears to and gossip about guys. There were so many things she wished she could tell her. She sniffled, a tear dropped from her eye. She wished she had something that could at least connect her to her mother. As if in response to her thought, she got struck with an idea; one that would seem to make her feel close to her mother. Wura quickly changed into her night robe and left the room. Ebenezer Obey’s ‘Awa Sope Odun’ played in the distance. It was late already, and she wondered why the party hadn’t come to an end. But then, the party was none of her business. Wura made her way through the narrow passages and finally came to a halt in front of the room her father forbade her from going into. It was her mother’s. She remembered that her father had told her the room held a lot of mysteries that couldn’t be understood. She had believed him and never even bothered stepping into the room until now. Besides, she just wanted to have a feel of her mother’s room, and perhaps unburden her heart. Wura tucked the tendril of hair that had escaped the loose bun behind her ear. She drew her robe tightly around her lean frame and drew in a sharp breath. She pushed open the door and surprisingly it was open. The room was very spacious; almost like Wura’s. Only that the walls were peach colour and held different paintings of her mother. As she moved to sit on the queen sized bed, she realized the bedspreads were freshly laid. She had expected the room to be dusty at least, but it looked nothing like that. Wura was certain someone enters the room frequently. The heavy curtains draped on the windows were also slightly pulled apart. Just by the dressing table, she found an unfinished painting; almost the same as one of the paintings on the wall. Certainly, it couldn’t be Kabiyesi. He had forbidden her from coming to the room. She thought. And she couldn’t think of anyone else who would frequent her late mother’s chambers. But she was determined to get to the bottom of this to find the culprit. Still moving around the room, Wuraola found an old album. She picked it up and flipped through. It was filled with her late mother’s photos. Dear God! She was really beautiful and had eyes full of love and compassion. “Mama, I wish I knew you. At least, I would have known what you look like physically, and what you liked. But I have to rely on your pictures and details from dad.” She paused, tears threatening to erupt, “I miss you, everyday mom. But dad has indeed been there for me. I have lots of paraphernalia to tell you. For instance, I will be getting married in 10 months to a man I don’t love. I mean, who does that in this 21st century?” her voice cracked, “but I love dad and I don’t want to disappoint him. Obajuwon is an arrogant idiot that prides himself with his father’s wealth. Mom, he is nothing but a man-whore. I remember how he did a sex-tape of my friend and threatened her with it. He doesn’t even have an idea that I know about it. He disgusts me, mom, and I can’t end up with him… I wish there was something I could do.” She cried into her palms, her body shook with grief. It was a while later before she got up, ready to leave the room. Just as she put the photo album back in place, she found a silver ring that held an emerald colour button at the centre. Wura picked it up and examined it closely. It was surely her mother’s. She didn’t waste time fixing it in her index finger. it was simply the only thing that could serve as a bond between her and her mother. She smiled, seeing it fit perfectly. She wasn’t going to pull off this ring. Ever! It would simply be like her second skin, she thought, as she marched off to her room. *********************** The rotating fan made a squeaky sound, as the shadows from its blades swept across the king-sized bed. It was way past midnight. Wuraola stirred restlessly on her bed. She had been that way for hours. Perhaps it was the fact that someone frequently enters her mother’s room, or was it her betrothal that plagued her mind? Still trying to reach a conclusion, she absentmindedly traced the ring in her index finger. Soon enough, she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. She dreamt that her body was being lifted from her bed, but she felt no hands on her. Her eyes were fully closed now, and she was floating higher. Maybe it was just a dream afterwards. It has to be a dream. she concluded. To be continued… This is a Pelleura Story. Idea and write-up by Funmi Akintade. Visit Pelleura.top for more awesome stories and writing tips.

@judith08 always remember to add episode numbers

You about to enter into a trance... maybe

Episode 3 Wuraola felt a lot of pains in both her thighs. It was as though someone had been hitting her. She stirred. Her eyes still closed. ‘Just wake up, you good for nothing.’ A female voice said. ‘She thinks she’s still a princess’ another female voice replied. ‘Hey, get up! Wake up!’ the person shook her. Wura’s eyes flew open. A strange female face looked down at her. She tried getting up but the ache on her back stopped her. Her eyes rested on the wall. It was painted blue. Confusion flashed across her face as she suddenly realized she was in a strange room with no artifacts or paintings on the wall. Her bedroom was originally painted peach and teal green and her walls were decorated with flowers. She had bought at least three paintings from New York years ago, that adorned her walls. So she certainly must be dreaming … this wasn’t her room. Just as she shut back her eyes, she felt a piercing sting on her leg. Apparently, the strange lady had been using something on her. It explained the pain she was feeling. Wura sat up, “Who are you? What are you doing in my room?” her eyes fell on the other two ladies behind the strange lady. They were both dark complexioned and wore the same dark blue chiffon gown which fitted them perfectly. She was about asking them another question when the three ladies busted into laughter. “What do you mean who are we? Ehn Wura?” the girl that had kicked her asked. “We’ve been sharing this room for the past twelve years now and yet you claim you don’t know us? At least if you do not know Lizzy and Bimpe you should know me, your supervisor. Common will you get up! We have work to do!” she rolled her eyes and stepped out of the room followed by one of the girls. Wura was very much disturbed by what was happening. How could she go to sleep a Princess, and wake up a slave the next morning? She frowned. Looking down at herself, she realized she was not in her night robe, but in the same dark blue chiffon the other girls wore. Her Brazilian weave wasn’t on her head. Instead, she had cornrows. The only thing that stayed normal was her mother’s silver ring. ‘What’s going on?’ Her lips quivered in fear. “Are you okay? You look startled. Perhaps you had a nightmare,” the last girl, Bimpe, asked. “Again?” she added. Again? What did she mean by again? Do I really live here? She thought. “Wait…do I really live here?” Wura asked her. Bimpe nodded. “No…This is a mistake. I mean what am I doing here? This must be a dream. Somebody wake me up! Wake me up before I go crazy. What the hell is going on?” She yelled. Just as Bimpe was about to speak, a loud beagle sounded. “What was that?” Wura asked, her face contorting into perplexity. “That sound…when the beagle sounds, it means the King needs to pass a message across.” She panicked, “hurry we need to go!” she pulled Wura by the arm before she could understand what was happening. But since the king was addressing them, she needed to speak with him. She needed to speak to her father. ************************************************************** Wura was glad and relieved when she saw the familiar room. The royal court! Only that it looked really spacious and much more beautiful. Again, she noticed that her father’s throne that was normally etched at the center of the room had been moved to the farthest corner of the room; resting against the wall. It was as though the whole palace had been reformed. It didn’t look like the one she grew up in. Wura was still confused as she stood like other maidservants before the king. She stretched from where she stood, trying to see the king; the man that had raised her from infant to adulthood. She almost screamed, father! But the word got stuck in her throat by the time she saw who stood as the king. Obajuwon! “Impossible,” she muttered with a frown. “Very possible. He is the ruthless king with no mercy. Ever since your father died, he has made us work like we were slaves.” Bimpe whispered. Wura gasped. Her left palm flattened against her pale stomach. Is her father really dead? When? How? She wouldn’t believe it. She couldn’t. She would get to the bottom of it all. But first, why had Obajuwon taken over the throne? It was hers, not his. She heard Obajuwon say something about a royal banquet but she was least interested in that. She needed to do something; more like make her presence known. She was the Crown Princess, not a slave! With that, she moved to step forward but Bimpe held her in place. “Don’t try anything stupid, Wura. We all know who you are and you and I know you can’t defeat him. come on! Give up trying! You’ve been on his case for twelve years now. Forget it!” Bimpe whispered in her ears, almost audibly, causing some maidservants to glare at them. But Wura couldn’t just let it slide. To her, what Bimpe had just told her aroused her anger. If not anything, she was simply going to fight her battle alone! She pulled out of Bimpe’s grip and moved forward. “Obajuwon! You don’t own this throne, I do,” her voice filled the room, ” So why have you made yourself King when clearly, you are not?” she screamed. She could hear murmurings in the room but she wasn’t deterred as she stared at Obajuwon’s intimidating face until he broke into a long dry laugh. “Who ordered you to talk back at me, Princess? Or should I say, Servant?” he laughed again, causing the gold crown on his head to shake. “I am not a Servant damn it! I don’t know what you’ve done to sit on my father’s throne but one thing I am sure of is this; my father wouldn’t be in the palace and watch you humiliate us!” Wura yelled. She could see some of the servants flinch at the tone of her voice. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was to look for her father and she needed to do it fast. Wura, gathering more courage, paved her way through the small crowd in the court room. She needed to get to her father’s chambers. She needed to talk wit him. She was almost at the door when she heard, “Seize her! Throw her into the private dungeon!” The voice had been no doubt, Obajuwon’s. But it wasn’t until she felt two strong arms holding her and cuffing her wrists with a pair of handcuffs that had green laser like lights around it, that she realized she might not win this battle. Wura was startled. One, she had never seen handcuffs like this in her life, and even as she struggled with the guards who took her to the dungeon, the handcuffs burnt her wrist for every rebellion. She gave up her fight by the time she was thrown into a dark room with no opening for ventilation, nor light, except for the bars on the door that also weren’t just iron bars but fire blazing iron bars. “Please don’t leave me here. The fire might burn me!!” she screamed. “Look, please. I will ensure I promote you all as soon as I see my father. Could you please tell my father what Obajuwon has done.” She pleaded. Wura was scared; scared that she was all alone but she couldn’t let them know that. It would make them feel stronger. She masked her face with a hard look. But the guards only laughed at her. One of them pressed a button on a small remote, and the prison door slid shut. Never had Wura seen such prison door in her life. In fact, she was so sure that the Nigeria she lived in didn’t even have the kind of technology she had just seen. It wasn’t until she heard one of the guards say, “2030 is running fast o. We’ll have a new year very soon. And 2031 must be better.” “You no go let one year finish first before you begin talk about another year?” The second guard accused, “Make this year better first jor.” “Wait! Please wait. Can you please repeat what you just said. What year are we in?” Wura moved a little closer to the door, but remembered not to touch it. ‘We are in 2030. July 28, 2030,’ ‘What?” She gasped. Her expression was all shades of confused. ‘How can you not know the year?’ ‘Don’t mind her. And she want make we call her Princess. Princess my foot.’ If Wura could see herself, she would see that their reply made her pale. She had thought the guards would laugh as usual so she could decipher if they were telling a lie or not. However, their intense gaze and stiff shoulders helped her conclude, they were telling the truth. Panick took over. Her head spinned as she dropped heavily on the floor; strugggling with the overpowering headache that had emerged. The question that plagued her mind before she gave in to the headache and passed out on the cold floor, was “what am I doing in the year 2030?” Visit pelleura.top for more awesome stories. To be continued…

U are in the future to see what Obajuwon will do when he married you... I was sensing that he had a treacherous plan of overthrowing your father by marrying you

hmmmmmm,,,,, I think d ring made her travel in space to see wat will happen to her in future

what is going on here. confused

Future at now

I think this is what is going to happen to her in future

Episode 4 Present Day! “This can’t be! How did I end up here? Noooo! I don’t belong here!” she muttered restlessly on her bed. It was a while before Wura’s eye lids fluttered open. Her panting came in short breaths. She placed one palm on her forehead to calm her throbbing headache, and her eyes caught the artefacts that decorated her room and the flowery curtains that graced her windows. Wura’s head ached again. And she wasn’t sure what she just woke up from. Was it a dream, or was it something else? Her eyes scanned the spacious room again as relief swept through her. Activities could be heard outside her window and door. Judging from the brightness behind the closed curtains, it definitely was morning. Wura yawned. Her fingers somehow found their way to her hair. A smile curved her lips as she patted the Brazilian weave. Perhaps she had a dream? It couldn’t have been real. She concluded. But she couldn’t put aside the fact that it had been a very bad dream. Her heart raced again. Obajuwon. He had been in the dream too; a ruthless king. Who in the whole world made him king? She frowned. It was a few seconds her eyes lit up with a knowing look. Then she chuckled. Now she knew better that dreams were indeed foolish. How could Obajuwon be the king when in the first place he wasn’t royalty. Sure, the only way he could become the king is if he married her. But then, they weren’t married in the dream, which was a good thing for her. A slight rap on the door brought her out from her thoughts. “Who?” she called out, eyes focused on the locked door. “Olaitan, my princess. Your father requests your presence,” A feminine voice replied. Wura groaned as she picked her phone from underneath her pillow. It was 9:25am. “Oh dear,” she mummured. How had she have woken up late? That, she couldn’t answer. After freshening up, she stood before her wardrobe to pick her outfit for the day. She was meeting with her best friend who also happened to be a princess at Ile-Ife. After a good fifteen minutes turning her wardrobe out, she decided on a blue jean trouser and wine coloured wrap top. Her eyes trailed the several collections of Jimmy Cho heels that arranged on the shoe rack. She never wore anything else asides these designers. She picked a white coloured heel that she suspected she didn’t buy; in fact, she was certain that she had never worn it. Probably it must have been gifted to her by her friend? Or father? Nope! It was Obajuwon. she remembered vividly. He had bought it for her on one of his many trips abroad. She rolled her eyes. The shoe would certainly be used now. ************************************************************** “Kabiyesi. Good afternoon father,” Wura knelt in front of her father who was seated on the throne in the royal court. He patted her with his horsetail and ordered her to take a seat. “Father, you asked to see me,” she sat on the smaller throne beside him. His head ached as he was having conflicting thoughts. Her father wasn’t sure if he should tell her what he suspected, or not. Somehow, he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to make her worry. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself to face her. “Yes, Wura. I…,” his eyes took in her slightly made-up face and outfit. Kabiyesi was certain she was heading out; the more reason he didn’t want to disclose what was in his mind; what he had noticed the previous night. “My father, what plagues your mind?” Wura persisted. It was unlike her father to summon her and then keep quiet. Was it so grave, he couldn’t say it? “Nothing for you to worry about, Wura. It was just a small issue I wanted to be sorted. One of the servants is handling it now.” “Oh! But I could still go to check their progress?” “No, don’t worry. I can see you’re dressed to go out. I don’t want minor issues disturbing you. So, let the servants handle it,” he relaxed. But his mind was still troubled, and Wura sensed it. She had lived with her father long enough to know that if something troubled him, he wouldn’t rest until he got it out of the way. She only hoped this was easy trouble. “Father, you and I know that isn’t true. I am your daughter and I believe we should be open to each other. Try me, Kabiyesi. You know I can help.” She pouted. He chuckled. Apart from looking like her mother, Wura sounded just like her; his darling Morenikeji. She was just as wise and persuasive as her mother. He wished that she didn’t leave him all alone in this world. “Nothing that I can’t handle, Wura. You should get going, so you don’t run late.” He concluded, even though he was certain she could help. When he had issues with the economic sector in Oyo state, she had offered him advice that ensured that the state still stood as it was. but he wasn’t so sure he could reveal the problem that plagued his mind. “Dad?” she was stubborn now. Kabiyesi sighed in resignation. “Ok, Wura. Your mother’s room was found open last night.” He watched her under his lashes, “and, I wanted to know if you had anything to do with it.” His heart raced as he waited for her reply. The room was full of mysteries and unanswered questions which was why he had instructed her not to set her feet in it. Wura would have loved to tell him the truth, but then, she knew her father might take back her mother’s ring. “No. No, father. What happened? Was it burgled? Where were the guards when it happened?” she acted really surprised. Somehow Kabiyesi was quick to expel the breath he had been holding. He was glad that she hadn’t entered the room. “No, it wasn’t burgled. It just wasn’t locked. But it’s all good now. I simply wanted to find out. Meanwhile, I think you should consider going to your future in-law’s house. Obajuwon’s mother mentioned something about inviting you over for a Tea party, or whatever you western mimicks do.” He laughed. “Oh, Okay. Although I’m busy, I will always create time to be there when she calls.” She promised. Kabiyesi knew she wasn’t too happy about the whole engagement with Obajuwon, but he was his choice. The young handsome, successful young man was the right man for her but of course, she wouldn’t know it yet. Why was that? Ah, young love! he had his answer. He remembered when he had told Morenikeji that he loved her and wanted to marry her. She had proved ‘hard-to-get,’ or what do they call it these days? Kabiyesi smiled. He remembered the… “Father, I’m going to the eatery. I’m meeting Tosin today,” she knelt down again, while her father patted her on the back. She said her goodbye and left; leaving her father to his thoughts. ************************* Kabiyesi was still reminiscing the good old days when Obajuwon stepped into the royal court, dressed in an all-white kaftan. Kabiyesi nodded. He was proud of the choice he had made for his daughter, even though she didn’t appreciate him. He believed she would come to love him much later. “Obajuwon, you just missed your fiancée. Did you see her drive out?” “No, I didn’t. Kabiyesi! Ki ade pe lo ri, ki bata pe lese!” Obajuwon, prostrated and saluted him in the local language. “Stand-up, stand-up my boy. How is everyone at home? “Everyone is fine. My father sends his regards. “And I receive it well,’ he smiled. “feel free to hang around the palace longer if you wish to wait for her,” Kabiyesi suggested. ”Thank you, Kabiyesi. I am happy to take your offer. I don’t mind keeping you company while I wait.” He concluded with a smile that displayed his perfect set of dentition. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I will be in my room. I think I need to get some more rest, to recover from the party last night,” Kabiyesi, chuckled and got to his feet and left Obajuwon all to himself.

That's what you'll face in future when you get married to Obajuwon

Wura don't ignore that trance u had... u just got a VIP ticket to the future to see things for yourself, so behave wisely

what if that ring is the one making u to see things??

If you saw him as a king in your dream, it simply means that he's gonna marry you

the dream u suppose to take seriously,,,, u just wave it off

be wise princess,that dream might be telling u something

Episode 5 Wuraola filled Obajuwon’s thoughts as he paced the length of the garden impatiently. He had chosen this hideous spot because he was sure that no one would want to come farther into the royal garden especially at such ungodly hour. Where the hell is this girl, she is wasting my time! He yelled within. He was clearly not cut out for such impromptu meetings at the wee hours of the morning. But what was he to do after the bitch had threatened him? If only all the women in the world were like Wura. Wuraola. Oh, how he loved her. But she had refused to return his love. Their relationship had been one-sided right from the start. If only she could at least feel something for him, or just show an atom of care, he would fight the entire universe for her. All the same, he couldn’t lose two things. If he was going to lose her, then he simply couldn’t lose the other thing which to him, was far more important than Wura. But then, the way his heart constantly betrayed him even at the slight mention of her name, made him think he might simply loose the other thing. His love for her kept waxing stronger every day and he was afraid, that it would shatter him at the end. Wura would be the death of me if I’m not careful. He thought, then moved to sit on the wooden bench underneath the Cashew tree. The tree was one of two trees that flanked the garden and created shades like umbrellas. It was a nice place to relax as he repeatedly tapped his right foot on the wet grass, a sign his patience was running out. Few minutes passed before he heard rustling some distance away from his spot. He looked up in time to see her approaching. Obajuwon sighed as he took in her tall form covered in a grey servant gown she had worn. Ola was a pretty fair lady with curves in all the right places. But he still didn’t understand how he ended up marrying her in the first place. And reminiscing about their past would only make him sadder. If Ola wasn’t the mother of his handsome boy, he would long have divorced her so he could have his peace of mind. “My love, I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” Olaitan moved to kiss him but he avoided her, and she frowned before dropping heavily on the empty space beside him. “Say what you called me here for, I don’t have time in my hands to throw away,” He asked, pretending not to see the hurt in her expression. “I can see how much you hate me,” Ola said instead, already gearing up for a fight, “but I am still your wife, Obajuwon; The mother of your son. You should treat me with respect!” she almost snapped. He hated women who were desperate, clingy and rude. Olaitan was one of them. If only she could put her head down to learn a few things from Wura, then life would be so much easier. He had fallen in love with Wura because she was reserved, respectful, and hated all forms of attention even as a princess. But women these days were simply not contented with what they have. Instead, they would simply kill another to get what they want sickening. “Ex-wife Olaitan, he corrected, “and mind the way you speak to me. I am not one of your boyfriends.” “Wife, Obajuwon. We are still married just separated. And I don’t have any boyfriend, you are my first and last, that is why I would kill anyone who wants to have you!” she flashed him a wicked smile now. I would kill you first. Obajuwon wanted to say. But he saw the desperation in her eyes and he knew she was dead serious. How had he ended up marrying a murderer? He cleared his throat to ease the tension that was killing them both. “What is it you want to tell me this time?” he asked through clenched teeth. “I want us to hasten up with our plans. It’s beginning to drag for too long, and it’s not easy being a slave in that palace, you know. So why don’t you get Kabiyesi to hasten the wedding?” “Hasten what? Are you crazy? Getting Wura to agree to the whole set up took almost six months, now what do you think would happen if she decides to cancel the wedding all because i want the wedding done in less than 5 months?” he gave a short laugh, even though he wasn’t finding the talk amusing. “You think more of her than you think about my comfort,” Ola accused. “Well, you’re my ex. She’s my wife to be. Isn’t the difference clear enough?” “Look, Obajuwon. If you don’t find a way to hasten this sham of a marriage, I would be forced to tell the King our little secret, just after I’ve killed that stupid Wura.” “Don’t you dare!” he flew into a rage, pointing warning fingers in Ola’s face, “Don’t you dare place your filthy fingers on her or else…” It was her turn to laugh. “Relax lover boy, I won’t kill our little specimen. But you’re in love with her and you need to stop this before you ruin our plans.” “I’m not in love with her. How many times would I tell you that?” he almost bit his tongue from the obvious lie. He was deeply in love with Wura, and he was afraid he might become obsessed. “Then prove it. Prove that you aren’t in love with her.” She looked him in the eye, not backing down. “How?” he knew how. He wasn’t just up for it. In fact, he scrunched up his face in disgust. He remembered that one reckless night of drinking had plunged him in this shithole with Olaitan. 5 years ago, He was 22 and drunk. That was the first time he set eyes on Wura. However, all efforts to speak to her proved abortive and that had landed him in bed with the devil, Olaitan. The devil got pregnant for him and blackmailed him into marrying her. His thoughts were cut short when Ola kissed him and tried to part his lips with hers. Obajuwon pulled back from her. But Ola kept looking at him intensely as if trying to communicate her need to him. “Obajuwon, you have no choice than to take me here and now or else…” He didn’t wait for her to complete her statement as he kissed her roughly. Just like he had done through the years, he simply pretends he was making love to Wuraola, as he laid her down on the bench. ************************************************************** The restaurant was busy as hell that Morning, it was almost like everyone left home without having breakfast, only to stop at her restaurant before getting to work. It was one of the advantages of having a restaurant in a commercial environment; especially one with lots of offices. Her staff members were on their best behaviour as they went about taking customer orders and serving them. Wuraola pitched her tenth behind the counter, serving orders for her waiters, as well as customers who just wanted to buy take away items. Most of the male customers who came in didn’t seem to be able to take their eyes off her. But she paid them no attention. Not when there were lots of people to attend to. Still completely tied up in work, she didn’t know when Tosin stepped in and even approached the counter. It seemed she had forced her way through to the front. “Hey, good morning manager,” she called out. Wura looked up and smiled broadly, “Hey! Good morning dearest. I didn’t know you had arrived.” “Ehn, why will you know when you’re busy making money,” She stuck out her tongue. Wura laughed. Tosin had always been the naughty type and being in the US for months didn’t change that. “Naughty you,” Wura teased. Oya go to my office nau. I’ll join you shortly. “Awesome!” Tosin blew her friend a kiss before making her way to the staircase by the side of the counter. Wura saw the figure of a man following her behind. She guessed Tosin came with her boyfriend. After serving some orders, Wura handed to her assistant before making her way upstairs with some food, snacks and drinks. But she walked into her office to receive a surprise she never expected. When Tosin informed her that she would be visiting Wura at the restaurant, she didn’t say she would come with her ‘hot-stuff’ brother who happened to be Wura’s ex. The duo had dated for 5 months when they were younger before he joined the Defence headquarters in the United States for a course in strategic studies. Although he retired early at age 32 because his father wanted him home as the first son and the soon to be King of Ile-Ife. All these years he came back, he had been working with his father and had no time for anything else. Now here he was, sitting comfortably in her office. She had seen him follow Tosin, but she never knew he was the one. “Hi, Goke. Good morning. I didn’t know you were here too,” she said, trying not to be dumbstruck as she placed the food and drinks on the table. “Good morning Wuraola,” he smiled, “Tosin and I thought we should make my visit a surprise.” “Oh. I see,” she flashed warning eyes on Tosin, as she took the opposite couch where Tosin was sitted. They were definitely going to talk about this. “You look as beautiful as always, how have you been?” Prince Goke asked. “Good, and you?” Wura answered politely. She wasn’t sure if she could forgive Tosin for this. She couldn’t even look straight in his eyes. His brown eyes shone brightly as if he had been anticipating her reply. Although he was a good boyfriend and a loyal one, he had left because he saw her as a distraction. He had said he needed to get his head straight. Goke murmured a reply, but she quickly directed her gaze to Tosin who was staring at them like she had been expecting them to kiss and make-up. “Tosin, first of all, welcome back. How was your trip?” She squeezed her friend’s hand “My trip was great! Thank you. Aren’t you going to thank me for the gift I brought?” Wura smiled. “You bet. I have a lot to discuss with you!” she yelled happily. She had missed her best friend. Tosin had been away in New York for months now and she had only just returned. “Me too girl. I simply can’t wait! I mean, we have a lot to catch up on especially your betrothal gist!” Tosin purposely chipped in. Wura would have sworn on her head for mentioning anything concerning Obajuwan. But Tosin’s saving Grace was the confused look on Goke’s smooth, well-shaved face. He didn’t know about her engagement to Obajuwon. She was sure it had taken him by surprise. “Babe, I’m coming, I have an important call to make!” Tosin excused herself, as she walked out of Wura’s office leaving behind her brother and Wura seated on the couch. Wura could feel Goke watching her. When she looked up to satisfy her curiosity, her heart skipped a beat. He had been staring right at her and right now she could swear there were fluffy butterflies at the pit of her stomach. “What?” she asked softly. “You look even more beautiful,” Goke admitted, he didn’t smile like Obajuwon when he complimented her. His eyes were seriously focused on her as if he was trying to unnerve her. She shuddered under his gaze. After all these years, who would have thought he still had this effect on her. “Thanks. And you look even more…” her voice trailed off. She slowly took in his plain white body fitting T-shirt on Jeans trouser with dark shoes. His broad shoulders and taut muscles clearly added more fitting to the shirt as it clung to him like a second skin. “You look, good too. I mean, you grew broader over the years.” she snapped her eyes away from his caramel skin tone. He chuckled deeply. “Yeah.” He paused. “Is Tosin serious about the betrothal? Have you been betrothed?” Wura looked at him again. Gone was the playful look on his face, replaced by an intense, determined look. “Uhm. How are your wife and kids?” Wura held his gaze. She heard him draw in a sharp breath. She also drew in a sharp breath, ready to hear the truth that might break her. “I’m not married. Neither do I have kids. So what about you, betrothed?” “Yeah, to Obajuwon.” she winced at the mention of the name that gave her nightmares. Goke knew Obajuwon. Although they never got along. The silence that followed could make her deaf. She only wished that Tosin would come back from her long call. “I… thought about you all through, when I was in the military and even after I returned. I still can’t get over my feelings for you.” “Please just stop! You left me, Goke. After all, you said it was just a stupid teenage infatuation that it would go away” Wura felt heartbroken all over again. She still recalled that day, how he had broken her heart without looking back. She didn’t know if she was seeing things, but she could swear that his eyes looked glassy like there were tears in his eyes only that they didn’t drop. “I’m sorry. I was just 23. I wasn’t thinking, Wura.” He got up from his seat and moved to sit beside her. One hand moved to hold hers. But she didn’t pull away from him. “You’ve been back for like, 3 years. I know you’re working closely with your dad, but how come you never took time out to see me?” she questioned. Goke sighed. And for the first time since she saw him in her office, he looked really remorseful. “I wouldn’t say I have an excuse, Wura. But I was mostly scared of how you’d receive me, after everything.” “But you’re here now.” “I have Tosin to thank for my being here,” his hands tightened around hers. The other hand moved to stroke her cheek. Wura knew she should pull back. She couldn’t let what she was feeling make her forget she was getting married soon. But when his lips, soft and inviting, brushed hers, she threw caution to the wind as she kissed him back, lip to lip and tongue to tongue. Dear Lord, how could she forget he was the one who taught her how to kiss? How to love a man? His hands caressed her delicate body as he pulled her closer to him. One hand soon found its way to her hair, roughening it and playing in the roughness. She caressed him too; from his cheeks to his chin, his arm, and his chest, before wrapping her arms around his neck and extending one to caress his head. Time stopped. Like they were simply the only ones on earth. But then the door flung open to reveal Tosin with a smirk. They tore themselves from each other. Wura couldn’t help but notice her lipstick was smeared on his lips. She felt dazed and embarrassed at the same time. “Please excuse me.” She rushed into the restroom to catch her breath and pull herself together. But then, she caught her ragged reflection on the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled and lipstick completely wiped off. She drew in a short breath to stabilize herself. “What just happened?” She whispered. To be continued… This is a Pelleura Story.

Goke is your first love, you better dont let him out this time around

This Ola is really a heart being o

Back to your first love

Episode 6 “Hey get up! I said get up!” She felt the kick against her stomach for the second time; only that it was hard enough to make her couch. Wura jerked her head up to look in the direction of the source of her pain. Her eyes widened in surprise. She was lying on the floor, in the dark. She was still trying to adjust to her surrounding when a hand yanked her arm forced her to a sitting position. “Kabiyesi wants to meet with you,” the small reflection of light from outside the cell, revealed it was one of the guards attacking her. She was back in her cell. Stunned by the guard’s attitude, she got to her feet. She didn’t want to be roughly handled. Her fingers wound up in her hair, and to her utmost surprise, she was on cornrows. Again. Wura was more frustrated when she figured that she couldn’t tell if it was daybreak or night. But from the small streak of light, she could tell she was wearing the same servant uniform as the guard, only that her’s was a short gown. Wura was still trying to understand if she was dreaming, or if this was real. The guard moved to switch on the light. The room lit up with the light from the yellow bulb. Then he left. There was not a single piece of furniture in the room. However, it was neatly tiled and cleaned up. There was no single artefact that would at least tell her a bit about the room she was in. It was just plain. Wura paced around a bit, she was starting to get worked up by the silence. She needed answers. She didn’t remember how she got there. She was still racking her brain for answers when the door opened and Obajuwon stepped in. He was clothed in all-white regalia. A white wrapper draped on his shoulders. His face looked shiny like he had applied a generous amount of oil on it. The crown wasn’t on his head but he had a small white cap on. “I can see you are still proving stubborn,” he said, walking around her in circles. “Tell me what your problem is, Wura? After your father’s fortunate demise, I offered you a place in my palace as my royal concubine but you declined and slapped me in the face with my offer. I forgave you, made you a servant and yet you had the guts to talk back at me!” he closed the distance between them and yelled to her face. Their faces were so close such that Wura could feel his hot breath fanning her lips. “Wait, did you just say demise? Is my father dead?” Wura cowered in fear. What in God’s name was going on? Obajuwon laughed. “Don’t tell me you lost your memory in just a short time, Wura. Your father died as soon as we got married.” Married? If there was anything she was sure of, it was the fact that she wasn’t married to Obajuwon. There was just something that wasn’t adding up and she intended to get to the root of it. “Married? If we were married, then why am I not by your side as the queen?” “That’s because I had a wife before you, Wura. But still, that didn’t erase my love for you.” He stroked her face tenderly She slapped his hands off. “Don’t touch me! You Imbecile. You Murderer. You killed my father to sit on his throne. Oh my God, Obajuwon. How could you be so callous?” She snarled. “Don’t you ever call me by name woman. I don’t care if your miserable father was killed by me or not. I just want you to know that if you ever try what you did by speaking back to me when not asked to, I would make sure I send you to your own early grave,” He held her tightly within the confines of his arms. Wura tried to shimmer out of his embrace but he was just as hard as a rock. She broke into tears. She felt helpless and alone. It was quite clear Obajuwon had killed her father and he wouldn’t hesitate to send her to her grave. “Prepare. You are definitely warming my bed tonight. I’ve waited for too long.” He whispered in her ears. Wura shivered with grief. She could feel bile threatening to spill out of her throat. The thought of lying with him disgusted her so much. She cried harder and slumped to the floor when he released her. She heard him tell the guards to prepare her for the banquet. She couldn’t help but wonder what the banquet was about. She was still crying when a guard threw some clothes on her and ordered her to get dressed for the banquet. ************************************************************** The red satin gown with a slit at the side showcasing her right thigh, did justice to Wura’s hourglass figure. The gown clung to her skin, and by the time she saw herself in the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t deny the fact that the dress was made for her. She looked pretty in it, only that neatly plaited cornrows still sat on her head, instead of a Brazilian wig. “Wura hurry. There’s no time.” Wura drew in a sharp breath upon hearing Bimpe’s voice. The guards had escorted her to the servant’s quarters to get ready. And Bimpe waiting for her in their room. She stepped out of the bathroom, patted her cheeks and forced a smile on her face. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Shall we?” Wura took a moment to examine Bimpe’s dress. She was dressed in a purple satin gown. According to Bimpe, it was an outfit the queen had picked for the female servants since they would be serving tonight. Wura knew she had to worry about why Obajuwon had chosen this dress for her, but she wasn’t. She didn’t want to. She felt she needed to be a rebel tonight. She was a princess and not a servant. “Yeah. Meanwhile, you haven’t told me how you got this your shapy gown o. The gown really fits you.” Bimpe’s eyes were glued to Wura’s. Wura smiled as they walked out of the room and towards the royal courtroom where the banquet was to take place. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. She looked at her fingers to check if her mother’s ring was on it. It was. And it seated beautifully on her index finger. She remembered that she had taken the ring from her mother’s room. Surely, something wasn’t adding up. She needed to make investigations. She needed to know if her mother was dead also. And somehow, she knew she wasn’t in the right place. “Uhm, Bimpe. Please I need to run some errands. I would meet you in the hall.” Bimpe nodded and walked away. Wura went in the direction she remembered her mother’s room to be. She approached the chamber and stood in front of the open door, surprised. What threw her in shock wasn’t the fact that the door was ajar, it was the fact that there was someone in it. And by the time the person turned to see who the intruder was, she knew the lady looked nothing like her dead mother and at the same time, she looked familiar. “What are you doing here? You are a servant. What the hell are you doing in my chamber? Or are you here to challenge me? You are no longer a princess and my husband cannot and will never want you! Who gave you this dress? Ehn? Are you deaf? Who gave you this dress?” the lady asked again. Before Wura could reply the tall, fair, lanky lady whom she assumed to be the queen, she received a smacked across her face. Her cheeks felt stung from the slap. Wura wanted to retaliate but it was too late, as the queen had called the guards already and within seconds, she was thrown out of the royal quarters. Who on earth was that lady? And why had she slapped her? Why did she harbour much hate in her? Wura was exhausted. She needed to think, re-strategize and get out of this nightmare she was in. Instead of going to the royal court for the banquet, she diverted to the royal garden. The garden looked different. It now had different foreign flowers she didn’t recognize. Wura remembered that the garden had lots of tall shady trees. However, the garden she was seeing had nothing of such. They were no trees, only shrubs, and flowers. She walked farther into the garden, only to realize that it now had a little stream with fingerlings in it. Wura smiled. It was the first time she had smiled since she woke up in prison. The fingerlings swam freely, exploring the nooks and crannies of the stream. Suddenly she wished she was free. Free to live an uninterrupted life. Free from this nightmare. Free from Obajuwon and his harsh queen… “You must dislike parties just like I do.” Wura couldn’t place the voice. It wasn’t Obajuwon’s or any of the guards. Still, the masculine voice sounded familiar. When she turned around, the sight that greeted her sent shock waves straight to her heart. Right under his brown eyes, she felt like she couldn’t breath. To be continued… This is a Pelleura Story.

Want to read ahead? Visit pelleura.top or click the link below pelleura.top/?s=Wuraola

Visit pelleura.top for more chapters. Or click the link below https://pelleura.top/?s=Wuraola

that is Goke,,, but I wish Wura will now think more of dis dream

Goke right? maybe he was also manipulated and overthrown...

Wura its high time u pay attention to this trance because the queen u just saw is one of your maid

Episode 7 The buzzing of her phone woke Wuraola up. She opened her eyes to see it was almost dusk. She recalled that she had fallen asleep while reading in the garden. She had returned earlier from work and having met her father’s absence, she decided to while away time at the garden with one of her ebook collections, Trapped – The Underworld. Seriously, reading a novel in the mystery genre was the best way to get Goke and their intimate encounter out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about him or give him even a bit of relevance in her life; hence she had avoided romance novels. As long as Wuraola was concerned, he had his chances and he blew it. Just showing up out of the blue was not going to change her mind or make her forget about their sad and unnecessary break up. The cool evening breeze was a welcome development. For it caressed her skin affectionately. She looked up to see that rainclouds had gathered. She was sure it would fall. At least the ground would be wet and the weather cool enough for a pleasant night’s rest. Wura got up from her sleeping bag; remembering that she had the nightmare again. It was just like the other one only that this time, the dream was getting scarier. She couldn’t understand why she kept having the dream, or what it meant. Was she having premonition? Or was this something else all together? Wuraola was temporarily lost in thought when her phone rang again. It was an unknown number. She didn’t want to answer it but because it could be a client or a friend, she picked the call. “Hello?” she strolled out of the garden, and towards her chamber. “It’s me, Goke,” his voice sounded raspy. “Oh, hi!” it had been 2 days already since he kissed her almost senseless. And she didn’t feel like talking about it because she wasn’t even sure she could control herself around him. Despite trying hard to forget about their encounter, just hearing him speak made her heart do a number on her “So how’s the weekend coming?” Wura thought about the nightmare she just had. The weekend wasn’t really cool And there was no point pretending about it. “Just fine, and yours?” “Great. I just thought to let you know I’m still in town, and I would not be leaving for Ile-Ife until Monday morning. Do you think we can meet up?” Silence. “I won’t take too much of your time,” Goke sounded persuasive, “ and it would be just like old times. I promise there won’t be a repeat of what happened on Thursday.” The kiss. Had he regretted it? Somewhere in her heart, she knew his last statement hurt her a bit? Well, maybe a lot. So she might as well serve him his own dish. Cold. “A repeat is what I don’t want, Goke. Which is why I can’t see you. I have been betrothed for heaven’s sake! I am not to be seen in the company of a man.” “Okay. I would come to the Palace then. I would come to see Kabiyesi. You aren’t married to him Wura. You can’t marry him. You don’t love him.” Sad. But that was true. However, she couldn’t let him in. It was late already and she didn’t want to disappoint her father. “You don’t know that Goke. Stop insinuating!” She got to her room, shut the door and pressed her back against it. “Trust me I’m not! From the way you kissed me back, Wura, you and I know that you are still very much in love with me…” he was starting to raise his voice now. And that angered Wura. She couldn’t understand why he still read her like an open book. Yes, she couldn’t deny that her heart and body yearned for Goke but still, he had dumped her. If he thought she would forgive him and come running back into his arms, then he was joking. “You dumped me, Goke. If there’s anything I feel for you right now, it’s hatred! And I hope you know the difference between lust and love” “Wura, I…” “Goodnight, Goke.” She cut the call and tossed the phone on the bed. She had a lot on her plate to deal with already. And the nightmares was top priority. She needed to speak with someone but she didn’t know who. She needed her questions to be answered; like. why had Goke appeared in the garden in the dream. Who was the queen that occupied her mother’s room? “Arrghhhhh!!” she screamed and held her head in her hands. Everything was driving her crazy; she needed some peace and quietness. After several minutes, her eyes lit up. She knew where she could go. She needed to have another feel of her mother’s room. Somehow, the ring wasn’t enough. Wura opened the door and stepped out of the room. She wrapped her hands lightly around her thin frame. She took the turn that led straight to the opposite side of her mother’s room doors Wura smiled as she approached the door. However, her smile slowly creased into a frown when she saw a guard standing at the entrance to her mother’s chamber. She turned around then and headed back to her room. She was really going to spend the night tossing and turning. ************************************************************** “So how is the plan going with the shipment?” Oloye Bisoye, an elderly man in his 60s, asked. Dressed in an expensive native attire, he was seated on one of the brown flowered cushions in Engr Thompson’s beautifully furnished sitting room. The room held power and a first-time visitor would perceive that it was owned by a very wealthy person. From the plush brown and gold rug that decorated the black tiled floor to the Samsung 146 inch flat screen TV. And then the expensive sculptures and artefacts that decorated the corners of the room and the central air conditioners that kept the room cool. “Well, it’s going very smooth. Everything is in place and Obajuwon is the only one left to add finishing touches.” Engr Ogunowo Thompson replied. He drank out of the whiskey earlier offered him by his maid. Obajuwon shared a stronge resemblance to Engr Thompson; such that it wasn’t difficult to conclude that he was his father. Dressed in casuals, he was seated comfortably on one of the cushions also, slowly sipping his drink. Oloye smiled, revealing his milk coloured teeth coated with tiny flecks of brown. It was evident that his teeth had vigorously been bathed with strong drinks and kola nuts over the years, hence its present state. “Kabiyesi simply agreed to my idea without even considering it. I mean, how foolish can the king be?” Oloye chuckled and gulped the remaining whiskey in his glass. They had planned to indirectly involve Kabiyesi in a fraudulent business and at the same time, overthrow him as soon as Obajuwon marries his daughter. His job had been to get Kabiyesi to sign the documents to approve illegal goods shipment into Oyo and had done that without breaking a sweat. Well, thanks to Kabiyesi who didn’t read the document or find out more details about the said goods. “I didn’t know he trusted you to such extent, Bisoye,” Engr Thompson hailed. “Ah, the old fool has to. I’m his best friend and right-hand man. What do you think?” He laughed now. He had done his part. Now, was his time of reward so he could leave the messed up country. Engr Thompson had promised him a whooping sum of N25 million when the Job was completed. “Your reward is ready, don’t worry. I will just have my manager transfer it in your account,” Engr said. He watched Oloye smile. He was familiar with such smiles. It signified greed. He hated greedy people. He remembered how he had wasted no time shutting up the secretary to the federal government permanently after they planned to topple the government and it failed. The greedy secretary had blackmailed him and he didn’t waste time in shooting a bloody bullet in his shallow brain. He laughed inwardly and gulped the whiskey in his cup as he simply waited for the effect of the poison he bought on his trip back from India, to take effect. 5,4,3,2,1…..it’s time for you to rot in hell, bloody illiterate! He thought and hissed; putting up a forced smile as usual. Oloye Bisoye winced in his seat. His stomach was unsettled, he simply couldn’t place why he felt like using the toilet. “Hope you don’t mind, I would like to go home. I should at least get my money before tomorrow right?” Oloye got to his feet and was already heading for the door. He couldn’t walk straight. “Oh yes, of course, Oloye. It was nice doing business with you. Are you sure you still want to go home? I mean it’s late already. You can use my toilet, and I will have the maid prepare you a room.” “Oh thank you, you’re kind. But really I need to attend to something urgently,” his stomach rumbled again; intensely this time, “I need to be…” he managed to make it past the door. ”You need to be in hell, Oloye,” Eng. Thompson gave a burst of long laughter and walked back into his house. To be continued… This is a Pelleura Story. PS: Please don’t forget to like, share with your friends, and remember to drop a comment. https://pelleura.top/?s=Wuraola

next

Bunch of old greedy fools... Please continue