my lying husband episode 7

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My lying husband

*PART 7*

I am a prince and my dad is a first class king. My mum too is from a royal family. I am an epitome of royalty and very soon you will become part of this royal family. I am here in Lagos to have my independence. I don’t like the lifestyle in the palace because I love a simple life. My father is not happy I am here all alone in Lagos where my security is not guaranteed and this is the reason I have been hiding my true identity. I will take you to Kabiyesi and his Olori soon and you will be glad you meet them. They are loving people and they will give you a royal treatment if they know you are carrying my baby in your womb. I felt flattered but deep inside me I was extremely happy. Finally poverty has come to an end in my family, I thought. As I imagined this in my heart, tears began to drop down my cheeks. It was tears of joy that I am carrying the baby of a rich prince.

The house I live in Victoria Island is a rented four bedroom apartment I decided to rent for myself since Kabiyesi will not let me rest in his guest house where I was staying before. Every week, he must send someone to check on me as if I am a baby. No one from the palace knows where I stay now. This is why I hardly take people to my house. Gbenga spent a lot of time with me that day before leaving. We promised to see the following day so we can go to the immigration office together to process my international passport. That night, I could sleep because it was one of the happiest moment of my life. Prisca is pregnant for a prince, she will be going to the UK for delivery and she will soon be meeting her in-laws to be in their palace. What else would a young lady like me ask for? God had finally shone His eyes of mercy on me. I was so happy.

When I got home that day, I began to act like a royal babe. I wished aunty Seyi understood that I will soon be better than her and start treating me with respect and dignity. But how will she know? In other that I do not spill the beans too early, I had to continue wearing my maid look and did everything she ordered me to do. Blessing was the only friend I had, so I couldn’t wait to meet her in school the following day to break the latest news to her. We spoke for over thirty minutes before my airtime finished. We switched to chatting, and it was an all-night of chatting between me and Blessing.

By the time we got to the school the following day, Blessing had changed the way she treats me before she got the news. She almost bend her knees to greet me. One will think I was already married to a prince because of the way she began to address and treat me. Sincerely, I enjoyed the treatment because it made me feel good. What time is Gbenga coming to pick you to the embassy? Blessing asked when it looked like his lunch time was passed already. I picked my phone to call Gbenga but his line was switched off. “The number you have dialed is switched off “, that was all I kept hearing for the three times I dialed his number. Don’t worry, he will call you when he is available, Blessing assured me. I dropped the phone and we continued our gist. I slept off in Blessing’s room while we were talking and in my brief nap I had a dream. My dream was sweet. It was my wedding day with Gbenga and it was a big one. Many important personalities were in attendance, including the Oni of Ife and some former governors. When my father was asked to come and give my hand in marriage, I felt a hand around my shoulder, wake up Prisca it’s almost past 5pm. I grabbed my phone and confirmed the time and it was past 5. I dialed Gbenga’s number again and it was still switched off. I carried my bag and headed to the house. Through that night I was expecting Gbenga’s call but it never came. What must have happened to him, he didn’t come to pick me as he promised? O God, don’t let anything happen to Gbenga, I prayed.

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