Isadora’s side of the story continues from the previous
episode
Seeing Val once again really made my heart blow in an
unimaginable way but unfortunately we met the second
time in a much tougher circumstance and I had no
choice than to pretend not to recognize him, wishing he
did the same but no he came after me with the
slightest opportunity he got. I liked him, yes I felt
something for him but the last thing I was ready to do
was fall for him. I was in his house to work and nothing
else moreover he was engaged to the daughter of the
woman that rescued me from uncertainty and the last
thing I wanted was paying her back with evil.
After telling Val my mind that afternoon I had hoped
he wasn’t going to disturb me again but I was mistaken
because he came right back for me again later in the
evening, showing up at the kitchen as I was doing the
dishes after dinner .
‘’what again’’ I breathed with despair as I turned to
face him. He smiled and drew close but unfortunately
and unknown to him, his fiancé Jane was following
behind and if not that she was talking on phone as she
walked in, perhaps she would have caught him off
guard. Something I never wanted to experience.
‘’hmmm sweety what are you doing here?’’ Jane asked
suspiciously, pocketing her phone.
‘’ I came to drop a glass that needed washing’’ Val
effortlessly lied, smiled and left, leaving Jane and I
alone. I nervously continued with my work as she stared
at me for some seconds.
‘’you know there is something about you that makes me
a bit uncomfortable but please don’t get me wrong. I
have nothing against you’’ she breathed politely, trying
hard to be friendly. I forced out a smile.
‘’I hope we can be friends. So tell me about yourself’’
she demanded curiously while I shrugged.
‘’come on’’ she insisted.
‘’seriously I don’t know much about myself. I grew up in
Nsukka with my adoptive parents. I was rescued from
an inferno that killed my biological parents. They died
in a raging fire that destroyed my home when I was
barely few months old. Some neighbors rescued and
gave me away. I don’t know much about myself for now
but I believe in due time I will find out the truth. For
now I’m just trying to survive.’’ I softly answered,
turned to throw a look at her and noticed she was very
much colored up. It was as if she had great pity on me
or something. I instantly liked her.
‘’how old are you now?’’ she softly asked.
‘’I’m nineteen’’ I replied, watching her reaction.
‘’aww so the incident happened approximately nineteen
years ago?. I’m so sorry. I have to go now. I can’t bear
such touching story’’ she breathed, tapped my shoulder
gently and quickly away as if my story reminded her of
something which kind of left me totally surprised. Yes
she couldn’t hide her emotions. It was as if she
connected with my story like a sister and deep down i
liked her more.
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Jane’s side of the story continues from the last scene
above
Listening to Isadora’s plight brought back the darkest
memory of my life. A family secret I had carried all
through my young age. A scandalous story of betrayal
and survival. A very terrible deed my family
orchestrated. The memory of how my father razed
down the house of his elder brother in the middle of
the night, killing him and his family and taking over his
business. It was a desperate action he pulled back then
for us to survive and every one of us in the family
knew the story. Yes he was virtually talked into it by
my mother when things were so bad that we couldn’t
even afford two square meals. I was so little back then
but old enough to understand things. We all watched as
dad left home that night to perform the deed and he
returned a different man. Things changed overnight
for us but the only problem we had was learning from
the police that my late uncle’s baby girl wasn’t in the
fire. A puzzle no one could solve and we all lived with
fear that she could return one day to reclaim the
empire my dad built with her parent’s blood.
Nevertheless only my dad really could tell the exact
story of how he was able to gain access into his
brother’s vast compound that fateful night to perform
the dastardly act.
Listening to Isadora’s story brought back the agonizing
memory but then I felt she could never be my late
uncle’s missing daughter because such magic only
happens in movies. Nevertheless I knew I had to tell my
mother about my fears and discovery.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept tossing around on the
bed but Val never noticed. He slept like a baby giving
me less to worry about him.
Early the next morning I headed home to talk to my
mother who looked overly surprised to hear that the
young girl she helped the previous day could be the
missing daughter of her husband’s late brother.
‘’this is serious. You know I felt something about the
girl when she approached me for help. I hardly helped
strangers but she got to me. Now I see’’ mum breathed
after listening to all I had to say.
‘’we have to inform your father and brothers and then
look for a way to carry out a DNA test to be sure’’ she
added.
‘’so what if she turns out to be the missing girl?’’ I
asked curiously.
‘’we will then have to get rid of her immediately. She’s
now in Enugu city and if she’s really the one someone
might offer to help her find the truth and that could
be disastrous if we delay’’ mum replied while my heart
instantly went to Val.
‘’mum I noticed Val is slowly getting close to her and I
don’t trust him. If she tells him the story he might
offer to help her’’ I complained.
‘’I pray that doesn’t happen or we might equally be
forced to get rid of him too’’ mum replied fearlessly
while I gave out a sigh as I wondered the kind of
chameleon my mum was.
‘’Isadora trusts me and I will exploit that to the full’’ I
assured her. She smiled with satisfaction.
‘’if she’s really the girl then I believe God played her
into our hand for a reason. So play your role well’’ she
muttered while I nodded even though deep down I was a
bit scared things might never be same anymore.
Moreover I wasn’t ready to be part of another murder.
But then my family comes first before anything
