The haunted bride - Season 3 - Episode 12

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The haunted bride - Season 3 - Episode 12

Please sir, I know you’re not a wicked person. I was quick to judge you. I just thought I was doing the right thing’. Elena paused. Her strength was failing her. She had lost energy from crying and wailing throughout the night.

Aniekan was moved by her tears. People made mistakes, and this was the reason he would give her another chance. He had been trying to get Ada to think along the same lines, but she was bent on doing what pleased her.
‘Stop crying Elena’, he moved closer to her and raised her chin with his hands.

Her glistering eyes met with his and he found it difficult to look away. Elena’s heart raced as she searched the dark eyes of the tech billionaire. A strange impartation filled her system.

Though her strength was gone, a new surge of energy and hope filled her. What was he doing to her? Why were his eyes so powerful?
‘I am sorry’. Aniekan released her face and rose to his feet. Something about Elena attracted him, and he didn’t like whatever that was.

‘I brought you food and water. I am sorry about the way you were treated, I had no idea’. He untied the ropes that bound her and made her sit on the least dusty spot in the room. After which he offered her the tray.

Elena continued to search him with her eyes, in a bid to read him. Why was he so kind to her? She had almost destroyed his reputation, yet he was offering her breakfast and soothing words?

The thought of them being alone in the room scared her. What if this man had plans of taking advantage of her?
‘I am not hungry. Thanks for the food’. She pushed the tray away and quickly rose to her feet.

‘You’re not hungry? Why’? Aniekan could’ve sworn Elena was famished. Why was she refusing breakfast? He pinned her down with his powerful gaze, and she had nowhere to hide her thoughts.
Aniekan noticed she was afraid, but of what?
Elena watched as the corners of his mouth tweaked with a puckish smile. She noticed the tiny depressions on his cheeks; he had dimples. And he had this sexy look whenever he smiled.

She felt guilty for admiring him. How could she admire someone that had the power to lock her up in here forever?
‘You think I would rape you’? Aniekan laughed.

Elena was embarrassed by his question and the fact that he could read her mind. Was she that transparent?
‘Look, you’re just a kid Elena. I would never do something like that to anyone. And you’re way below my league, in age. I date people older or two years younger’.
Elena didn’t like the way he addressed her, ‘I am not a kid’.

Aniekan shrugged, ‘If that’s what you think. Now I came here to talk about what happened. I know you are sorry for what you did, and from what I gathered about you; you don’t have the means to pay fifty million’. He paused and watched her face, seeking to know her reaction.

Elena couldn’t look into his eyes. She was fascinated by their darkness and gloominess. There was mystery in those eyes. She found it difficult to read him.

‘I want to make you an offer’. Aniekan covered the distance between them, so they were almost face to face.

Elena couldn’t breathe as he moved next to her. His perfume was very masculine and powerful. It quenched the scent of dust in the room and it made her anxious. What did she smell like? Was her morning breath bad? What did he think of her looks?
‘Won’t you say anything’? He raised a brow.

Elena shook her head. She couldn’t risk him perceiving a bad smell from her.
‘Well, instead of paying fifty million Naira. I want you to work for me and under pay. You’re a good writer, I read some of your pieces. I plan on getting a new creative writer for my newest game, “Demon Hall.” I’d like to have you on the team’.

At first, she thought he was messing with her mind. Why would he make her such a wonderful offer after all she had done to him?
‘I don’t understand…’ Elena was forced to speak. She couldn’t believe this.
‘I know it is too much for you to take. But you are going to work for me and you’ll apologize online and in all media platforms’. He added.

Tears splashed on her cheeks as she stared at Aniekan Umo. How could one man be this good? Getting a spot as a creative writer in Game Village was a huge deal. So many people dreamt of such a connection, but here she was.

‘Why are you being so nice to me? What do you want from me’? Elena asked in a shaky voice. This was too good to be true.
He couldn’t hold himself back. He grabbed her small hands.

‘I don’t know what orientation you have. But I don’t want anything from you. You were desperate to make it, and that was the reason you tried to pull me down. I want you to make it doing something better than writing gossip. I am offering you an opportunity to better your life.

You can take it or you leave it’.
Elena’s eyes feasted on his face. She searched the deepest parts of her thoughts. Was he being truthful? Was he up to something?

Satisfied with her scrutiny, ‘I’ll take it’.
‘Good. But you must live in the white house; I can’t have my workers coming to work late’. Aniekan released her hands immediately.

Elena wasn’t comfortable with the last part. She wasn’t comfortable living with her new boss under his roof. Besides, the dream she had earlier, flashed in her mind. There was something strange about this house, and she didn’t want to be a part of it.

‘I cannot live with you sir. I…I prefer working from home’.
He sighed, ‘You don’t have a choice Elena. You either take this job and what follows or you pay the fifty million’.

Tayo had tried severally to reach Aniekan, but he wasn’t taking her calls. She had decided then to pay the white house a visit. She felt guilty for not reaching out to Aniekan for this long. Now she was going to ask for his help.
‘I can hardly wait’. She gritted her teeth as she got into the car. She would put Elvis and his little girlfriend to shame. She had it all planned out. Tayo hoped that Aniekan would take her advice and deal mercilessly with the blogger that had tarnished his image.
The princess knew how soft hearted Aniekan was. In fact, her brother had told her one time that he had become very emotional after the death of his fiancée. Aniekan had the heart to forgive those who offended him. But she would make sure the blogger wasn’t forgiven.

That would be her own way of paying Elvis back for what he did to her.
After thirty minutes of driving, she finally reached the white house. The princess noticed the black jeep that was parked outside in the most awkward manner; cars were hardly allowed to park outside the white bungalow.

And what annoyed her more was that the driver was directly in front of the gate.
‘Come on, get the hell out of my way’! Tayo honked. From her position, she clearly saw someone in the car, but what was taking this person so long to get his car out of the way?

‘Why are people so clumsy’? Tayo quickly turned off the engine and jumped out of her car.