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Loveless Fascinations

Loveless Fascinations

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Chapter 1 March 10, 2020

Word Count: 2033    |    Released on: 08/07/2022

hat interrupted my sweet dreams. I was the only black-skinned person in that conference. I loved what I saw. I wished to influence the world and make a differen

t. The cold breeze found its way through the window above my head. It swept through the spacious strands of my unkempt hairs and walked on my s

y mansion? "I locked the door," my eyes flipped. I never stopped gazing at the piece of paper. The thunder squeaked. I peeped through my

y One'. Everything turned topsy-turvy! Saturday was my favourite day of the week but I lost interest in it after I roamed my eyes around the room. The saint-like painting

thin her borders,

our' failed to comfort me in my oceans of distress. Psychology

nown to me alone). I kept my real face from the public. No one knew I was the daughter of 'The Bensons'. - The only child who survived the backstabbing that w

tifies the rumours that spread like cancer in th

th birthday. The aftermath births the questioning of my parents' wealth in my obscure thoughts. Are they pure? Did they indulg

til things turned around. Truth is; 'I never met the wretched condition on ground'. How did it vani

t a silver spoon. However, these are my boastings; I emerged. I turned a millionaire bef

. In life, everyone has 'buts' whether y

eries but with a skin-tightening facemask that matched the colour of my brown skin. No o

ablished my self-given name. I am a very likeable person in public. I knew I had haters. My motto goes thus; 'Amid friends, there are multiple enemi

ect happenings around me. It helped me a lot in the past. Without d

autiful moments I shared with my non-existent family. I rolled my swivel chair against the window. My pen danced on

emembrance of my demised family members." I rolled the pen on the table. Did someone trace my existence? I bowed

floors. I tapped ON the light switch. The blue spinning lights walked into my eyes. They produced melancholy smiles on my weary dry face. I looked into the mirrors

not vanish like that!" I screamed. None could hear my moanin

out that. Who knew me as the rightful owner of this shallow-deep truth? Definitely, someone monitored my sur

different. I wished the bruises from today's 'early morning war' nev

s dripped water. The cold floors turned wet. I dragged my heavy feet against the tiles and I slipped on my left leg. I achieved a s

the

ice paused, "yo

asking some irrelevant questions. Afterwards, I com

Saturday morning. Who would disburse a mail to me on weekend? There might be something urg

ving room. The wide luminous room welcomed me with her flipped airs that cooled my face. T

hands and clenched the envelope on the table. I hurriedly opened it. I

be crowned!" I

Ma!" my gardener

oy turned off as I remembered the happenings that seized the inter

asting." I cried. I do not know the next thing to

into reality. The president of a powerful political party in the country appointed

nst thirst and abundance at the same time. I looked ar

led it secret but I termed it craziness. Why didn't he come before me in my office? I was easy to access (the world knows this). Should

e milk-white walls. "

tood how I feel now. If there was, they are dead and gone. And now ... An intruder wa

but inside me, I feel pain every day and night. I lacked the other half of me. I never knew how to expose my feelings to the ones I had crushes

gest political office, get a loved lover and start a family. What about my real face? Would they still love

re things we hide from the closest ones to our hearts. If they love us after finding out, that means they

I almost regretted gaining fame but I reconsidered the responsibilities attached to the

" I jammed my hands qui

is coming Monday to be about three times more stressful than my normal routines. Was this what I longed for? - An

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