REPLICA: CRAZY VS SMART

beauty. She arrived at the serene mansion on the outskirts of her matrimonial home at Maitama, Abuja.

he chilly morning air to embrace her. A diamond pin-earrings on her gave her a glimmer of royalty. The security officer bowed as she wal

om Kenya to Nigeria at a very young age. She worked with the Balogun Family for forty years and had been good at her

caught Crystabelle Balogun, the twenty-year-old sister of her husband, Micheal Balogun. Her legs crossed on the glass

name, but she turned a deaf ear b

ed. “Can’t you stop parking your car at m

house and gifted it to my brother... So, you’re privileged to live with us, w

rother’s wife.” She corrected. Because of her closeness to family, Musimbi treated Crystabelle as a daug

hissed at the maid in disgust. “Perhaps I wasn’t talking to you. Can you get so

o her chest and walked to the kitch

to her sister-in-law, who was in a navy blue jumpsuit. “You must be trying so ha

lowed to woo

er shoulder. “You see... Once you left, my brother picked up some clothes and took

in her eyes begged Cryst for an urgent reply. “Where d

untry, though. He went

of nausea. A stab of hatred for Micheal struck through Susanne. ‘How long would I keep being the underst

yelashes once she let open her gaze. The fear of murdering one of them haunted her mind but, she abandone

s pure, real, and non-fictitious. It made me hopeful, but now I wonder why you guys even got married. I mean, you married into our family for our name and fame. And my brother on the o

ong? How long

heal’s eyes by now, and he’s flirting with his ex... I wonder how he’ll treat you when you get pregnant and fat. I mean, there’s no love in th

nce, her shivering hands turned on her GPS and opened the geolocation app on her phone.

nd was unbearable. She needed to catch him red-handed. If that happens, she’d take photographs and send them to the media house for publication. There would be a v

s it for personal use. Three other white yachts stood by his ship at the bank of the late. Some passenger

screamed out his name, at th

room, gazed upwards. She wondered who it

eater? Micheal!” Susanne cr

inner room only to meet his

why are

nd you? You can’t hid

ng, Susanne?” he f

ted, and she spun ar

re you talk

your ship! I know you’re in there

p was light on her radiant, caramel skin. Her slow steps annoyed Susanne even more. She looked like a me

reamy pearls of jewellery Susanne instantly envied. They brought out Camilla’s magnificence. Su

ed with raised brows. Mich

’s beloved wife. And you?” Susanne

. Micheal gasped and ran his right hand over his head, hazily. H

d nibbled on her lower lip. Then

ow. Take your wife home, okay?

meet my husband at my back?

acked a hot slap

he need for that?” M

ate in her eyes and voice. “I don’t want to lay curses on an ig

heal pleaded to her as if they were m

er a little. Maybe she will break free from this inferiority complex that e

ee what you’ve caused?” Her eyes misted over with pain in her voice. “I’ve wasted so much t

bed Camilla by her hair to k

It surprised Susanne when it didn't come off initiall

eal demanded, pulling her away from Camil

Kanye, Micheal’s manager who is also a cl

ous!” Micheal blu

-laced purse on a marble tabl

are you

eaving