MY FAIRYTALE Love Story

r the bustling streets of New Badagry City, Lag

b as a waitress. I am Damilola, the only daughter of

home. Upon reaching home, I met my father and a man who were discussing something. My dad i

pletely engrossed in the fictional world, a sudden knock on my door startled me. Setting the book aside, I rose from the bed a

oing on?"

responding, "Our parents want to

he hallway, my mind racing with various possibilities. Had something happened? Were they

as dimly lit. My parents were seated on the couch, wearing serious expressions on

turing toward an empty chair ne

o the seat, my heart pou

h before he continued. "I'am sorry, Dami, but Mr. Natha

illed with questions. " Why w

illed with questions. " Why w

ather began to say, and I felt my heart si

Nathan is here to discuss your wedding preparations. You wi

the inside of my chest. I blinked in disbelief and glanced

ung to shoulder such responsibilities. Besides, I want to pu

ong been planned since you were eight years old by your grandfather as a fulfillment

o a marriage with someone I didn't love or even know grated on my nerves. How could they expect

busive. The uncertainty and fear gnawed at me, making it impossible to envision a future with h

te without a fight. I had dreams, aspirations, and a desire to shape my own destiny. The prospect of sac

osphere at home. I hastily prepared myself, making sure to avoid any interaction with my parents. Ho

ed heavily on my heart. The world outside seemed to offer a temporary refug

had always supported my dreams and ambitions, could suddenly disregard my happiness and well-being. The realization that th

professional life. Engaging in my tasks helped to momentarily distract me, providing a sense

ns and values? Did he even have a say in this arrangement? The lack of answers intensified my frus

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bed after I had a pleasurable night with her. Get out by the t

ound her still lying on my bed, I

LOLA

r the bustling streets of New Badagry City, Lag

b as a waitress. I am Damilola, the only daughter of

home. Upon reaching home, I met my father and a man who were discussing something. My dad i

pletely engrossed in the fictional world, a sudden knock on my door startled me. Setting the book aside, I rose from the bed a

oing on?"

responding, "Our parents want to

he hallway, my mind racing with various possibilities. Had something happened? Were they

as dimly lit. My parents were seated on the couch, wearing serious expressions on

turing toward an empty chair ne

o the seat, my heart pou

h before he continued. "I'am sorry, Dami, but Mr. Natha

illed with questions. " Why w

illed with questions. " Why w

ather began to say, and I felt my heart si

Nathan is here to discuss your wedding preparations. You wi

the inside of my chest. I blinked in disbelief and glanced

ung to shoulder such responsibilities. Besides, I want to pu

ong been planned since you were eight years old by your grandfather as a fulfillment

o a marriage with someone I didn't love or even know grated on my nerves. How could they expect

busive. The uncertainty and fear gnawed at me, making it impossible to envision a future with h

te without a fight. I had dreams, aspirations, and a desire to shape my own destiny. The prospect of sac

osphere at home. I hastily prepared myself, making sure to avoid any interaction with my parents. Ho

ed heavily on my heart. The world outside seemed to offer a temporary refug

had always supported my dreams and ambitions, could suddenly disregard my happiness and well-being. The realization that th

professional life. Engaging in my tasks helped to momentarily distract me, providing a sense

ns and values? Did he even have a say in this arrangement? The lack of answers intensified my frus

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