Most times, I wonder why we love those that don't give a heck about us, I wonder why we fall for those that don't value us.. I just wonder why it has to be like that. I wonder why life has to make such an offering. But I got to know that we didn't choose them, our hearts did and so we don't have a say in it, it just leaves us shattered, broken and Torn.
*****
Unzipping my suitcase, I tried to sort through random pieces of clothing to try and find something sexy to put on. A piece of black fabric caught my eyes at the bottom and I pulled it out to unfold it. Before I could get it all the way slimmed out, a white piece of paper landed on my lap. Quickly unwrapping it, I smiled when I recognized Sophia’s big handwriting.

'Stephanie, I thought you could use something sexy tonight, you know, for Richie. Have a wonderful honeymoon, if you would love to share this night’s experience with me, I would love to listen. Have fun and please, don’t moan the house down, winks'

“Typical Sophia, so naughty!” I smiled as I dropped the paper and picked up the lingerie. It was a strapless see through lace down material with the breast cups just my perfect size.

It was definitely sexy, maybe a little out of comfort zone but I needed something like that tonight. I would have bought my wedding night’s lingerie myself but I didn’t know what to buy and I was too shy to ask anyone for help. I wanted something simple but sexy so I would not appear too desperate before Austin.
I slid the fabric over my ass and felt the underwear cling to all the right places, accentuating my curves perfectly.

Holy shit! I looked smoking hot.

I turned to the mirror and re-curled my hair, making the untamed curls turn into long loose ringlets. I removed my sparkling gold wedding bands and placed them carefully on the cabinet. I could still see the shimmers sprayed on me during the reception few hours ago all over my body. I had just been married, to the love of my life. So I thought anyways.

Opening the door of the restroom to reveal the massive grand bedroom Austin’s mom had booked for us to spend our first night as wedded couples; I stepped into the room and crawled on the bed, making sure my cleavage was seductively lush.

I touched Austin who was snoring softly, inhaling his sweet scent. He was still clad in his suit, he wasn’t exactly what someone would look at and call handsome but to me, he was definitely the most handsome man God created.

Bringing my lips to his neck, I sucked on his sweet spot.

I brushed my fingers down his jaw line and cupped his chin in my hand, tickling it softly. He stirred and blinked his eyes open. As his eyes fell on me, they suddenly darkened with anger.

“Get the Bleep out of here you bitch!” He roared.
I got out of the bed beside him and sat on the floor emotionless, staring at my hands and let the tears fall down my cheeks. I felt as if my world was crashing around me. I could literally feel myself start to get smaller and smaller, wishing I could just crawl into a hole.

I felt something hit my head from the back; I turned my head to see a pillow fall on the floor beside me.

“I don’t fucking care where you go sleep tonight, just get out of this room this minute!” His voice trailed off. I stood up and saw him dialing a number. It was her. It was always her; it always had to be her eventually. He couldn’t bring himself to love me, all the love went to her. Why? Would he ever love me? Or would my heart keep tearing apart over and over again?

I left the pillow on the floor and walked out of the room with tears welled up in my eyes. I sat down by the door and let the tears escape freely. 'Who should I call? Should I call Sophia? His mom? Who' I thought as the cold of the night hit my skin, making me shriek.

All my life, all I wanted was someone that would love me and cherish me, along the line, I met Austin Cole, a celebrity and Nollywood actor through my dad who was a friend to his dad.
I had begged my dad to inform his parents I wanted to marry him. I just wanted to make him my husband and the wedding preparations had begun after his parents made their approval known.

They were even happier since the tie would bring the families together and would make their relationship more cordial. Apart from that, the business relationship between them would blossom. Little did I know that wishing for death was better than begging to get married to Austin. I guess not all of us deserve to be loved or maybe we just love the wrong ones for us.

"Mom, I miss you" I muttered, breathing heavily amidst tears as I closed my eyes and saw my mom's face smiling face again.

Picking up the straightener from my bag, I plugged it in to let it heat up. I had just taken my bathe and was dressing up. I made sure my last curl laid perfectly straight on my shoulder as I set the flat iron down and looked myself over.

I couldn’t believe I was now Mrs. Austin Richard Cole. It felt too good to be true. It had been my dream ever since I laid my eyes on Austin few months ago. Actually I had been seeing his movies and crushing on him secretly without even my dad knowing of my love for his friend’s son but when I had seen him in person,that was it. I had fallen for him hook, line and sinker.

“Good morning” I greeted curtly once Austin entered the room with a white towel around his neck. He got his phone from where he was charging and called her; they spoke for about five minutes before he dropped his phone and went to the bathroom.

When would I meet her? I didn’t even know the name of the lady my husband was in love it but rumor had it at a time he was in a relationship with an actress also in Nollywood but I really wanted to know more. Like what she was doing right and how she was doing it.

“Austin, I want to go to church” I said, making sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear. It wasn’t like he was already bathing anyway, he was just brushing his teeth and there was no excuse for me to be snubbed again.

He continued brushing without saying anything. I got up and walked to the bathroom’s door with my heart beating fast.

“Sweetheart please I want to go to church” I said again.

He opened his door and roughly took me by my hand then threw me on the bed. He then leaned forward and grabbed my face in his other hand.

“Don’t you ever call me sweetheart again, you were forced on me, you are nothing but a fucking liability, I do not love you and I will never love you. You disgust me to my bones, I don’t care where you go, just make sure you know how to shut that big gutter in your mouth when the media attacks you” With that, he reduced his tight grip on my face and walked away angrily. I looked in disbelief at the man I loved with all of my heart as he opened the door of the bathroom and stepped in, and then shut it with a loud thud.

When I first saw him in the movie he did that made him a star, Never Yours, I had greatly admired him and strongly wished he would be the one I would wake up to see, to kiss and hold forever. To the film industry and to Nigerians and of course to the woman he loved, he was a sweetheart but to me, his wife, he was totally nothing but a nightmare. ‘No, I won’t give up. I will make sure he falls for me to. I love him and I will never let him go’

My phone ring and I went to get it, it was Sophia-My best friend that was calling. I didn’t want to pick her call because I knew she was going to ask me about the previous night, my wedding night and I wouldn’t be able to hold back my tears.

I would just go ahead and tell her how terrible it turned out to be and knowing Sophia, she would freak out. She was never a fan of Austin. Anytime we went out together to the cinema, I would always pick Austin’s movies but she would just roll her eyes at me and tell me ‘Baby, no we are not watching Richie’s movies. Life does not revolve around this guy please’ then I would give up and watch the movie she picked.

I miss her, I really do. Ever since my mom died in the Dana Plane crash years ago, Sophia had been a true friend, confidant and what not. The last time I had seen her was when she was fighting with the event planner that the decoration was not beautiful enough. I had even heard her complain about seating arrangements, flowers and food.

I picked a shawl from my suitcase, my bible and car key. I would go look for a church around. Since our thanksgiving had been postponed by Austin, it was no longer today. I carefully descended the stairs and asked the receptionist where I could find a church around. She thought for a while before smiling at me and giving me the direction of a church three streets away from the hotel.

I unlocked the car and was about stepping in when five journalists bombarded me with questions and some clicking their cameras away.

“How was the wedding? How does it feel like to be married to a star? When is Austin going to be back on set again? Would you guys have a baby soon? How true is it that your marriage with Austin Richard Cole is an arranged marriage?”

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I was trying to get away when some other journalists came around and I saw some were parking their cars in the curb.
I was still trying to walk back to the hotel but was blinded by the flashing lights. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab me and started pulling me away from the noise and chaos. We quickly climbed the stairs and got to the room.

“What the hell just happened now?” He asked, feeling irritated. Why was he even snapping at me? It wasn’t my fault the media attacked me. He knew I wasn’t used to this kind of fame and I would be having a hard time blending in.

“Austin.. i.. umm.. it’s”

“Just shush up” he cut me off, his words hitting me like ice. Tears fell from my eyes. What could I do? I really felt the pain. I just sat on the bed staring at him. He was now clothed in an Versace T-shirt and black shorts.

“I said it! This honeymoon is totally trash. I just hope you won’t bring scandal to the reputation I have bloody worked for! Argh, I hate you so much”
I quickly ran my fingers underneath my eyes and cursed myself for putting mascara on this morning, I saw it wash down with my tears, staining my face. I looked for wipes and wiped off the whole make up. I then picked up my phone, lunched my web browser and typed in:
‘How to make a man fall in love with you’

I started reading the article by a marriage counselor and screen grabbed some important points I wanted to go back to read.
First, I had to improve on the way I dressed. I made a mental note to shop for tight and sexy dressed once I got back to Lagos.

I scrolled down and read the comments by ladies who had tried the above ideas. A particular comment got my attention.

I scrolled down and read the comments by ladies who had tried the above ideas. A particular comment got my attention.

“Thanks for the tips Mrs Bella. After I improved on the way I was dressing, I bought BDSM wears and tried it one night. My husband fell for it, we had crazy sex and since then, he has been all over me. I think you guys should try it too. Just get the appropriate wears and get the mood right. All the best”

Wow, really? I had to try it too. I went online and ordered BDSM kit, then opted for same day delivery. It requested for payment before delivery. I quickly supplied my account details and address and clicked on ‘Order’. In no time, I got a debit alert and it got shipped. I started tracking it down and I got to know it would be at my doorsteps in five hours.

“Good” I replied and smiled to myself. I looked at Austin with the corner of my eyes and saw him sleeping. The wedding obviously stressed him out. I got down from the bed and tiptoed to the table where his phones were on. Not knowing the one to pick, I picked the one he had used to call the lady and clicked it open.

“Wow. It’s not locked” I muttered and giggled. I went straight to his call logs and was about scrolling to check his call history when he opened his eyes.

“What? What the hell?” He angrily got up and collected the phone from me. I was lucky not to get a slap. My heart fluttered as I walked back to the other side of the bed. The air in the room grew hot and I could feel it. He seemed really off and furious.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I have just set a bad mood for what I want to do tonight” I mentally chastised myself.

“Austin” I called out, trying to clear the air.

“Don’t you dare” He tore his gaze from the window to look at me. He shot me a long death stare and clicked his tongue.
“Maybe I should just shut my mouth.” I muttered and kept to myself.

My phone rang again, it was Sophia. I sighed and picked it up.

“Hey married woman. Now that you are married, don’t tell me you don’t have time for we that haven’t gotten out of the singles market” Her voice sunk through the speaker, making me tear up.

“Sophia, can we chat on BBM please? I don’t think I can talk now” I whispered.

“Sophia, can we chat on BBM please? I don’t think I can talk now” I whispered. I heard silence on the other end, neither of us saying anything. I started to think we lost connection until I heard her clear her throat.

“Is it Austin? Is he treating you badly? You know you can always end this whole thing. Your happiness should be your priority. You are too young to be…” “Sophia!” I called out, cutting her short.
“Just come online” I said as I wiped off the tears that pricked into my eyes.

I ended the call and opened my BBM app. Sophia was not a freak of Whatsapp so most times, we chatted on BBM.

Me: Hi. Are you here?
I pressed the send and waited for her response. The message got delivered in two minutes and it was later read.

Sophia: Stephanie, You deserve to be happy, you are a good woman and I want the best for you. You can always leave him if he is making you sad.

I sighed and typed.

Me: Do you know what you are suggesting? I should leave Austin when I just got married to him yesterday? Do you know that can ruin his career and break the bond that exists between my family and his? And besides you know I love him, I am trying my best to make him fall for me and I know it will work. You are just saying this because you never liked him from the onset
I sent it with a sad face emoji.

Sophia: Okay babe. Just know that at the end, it’s your happiness that should matter to you. Love can’t be forced.

Me: How are you doing? You went to church?

I quickly changed the topic. The chat lasted for about twenty minutes and I bade her goodbye. I got a message on my phone that my order had arrived. I checked the address the message said it had arrived at and sighed in relief when I saw it.
I slipped on my flip flops and saw Austin making a phone call. I didn’t want to eavesdrop so I just forgot it and went downstairs to get the stuff. I got it and commended the deliverer.

The quality of their service was superb. Fast and impeccable. I climbed the stairs with the package and cautiously hid it inside my suitcase. I sat on the bed and waited for night to fall with hope in my heart that the plan would work.

When it was 9:00pm, I jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom with it. I changed into the black wear. I wore the whole thing appropriately and hooked the flogger to the belt. It was a light weight whip with multiple lashes. I examined myself in the full length mirror placed in the room and sighed.

“Success Stephanie, I just..” I paused when I heard the sound of heels clattering against the tiles. I heard a feminine voice. I concluded it was probably the room service. My stomach growled loudly, damn! I was famished. I had not had anything to eat since morning.

I wished my tensed self good luck and opened the door. I heard some chuckles and murmurs as I squinted my eyes and saw the figure of a lady in the room.

The light was off and the room was in darkness so I couldn’t really see what was going on. I opened my eyes wide and saw a tall woman in an off shoulder blouse, jeans and stilettos. She was casting her back on the wall for support.

Austin was naked from the waist up and was leaning his hands on the wall facing her. He imprisoned her arms in his and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she tightly encircled her hands around Austin’s neck. Both of them were so engrossed in devouring hungrily each other’s mouths that they didn’t even notice my presence.

I froze as I took in the view of my husband deliriously kissing a woman.. Another woman who was a complete stranger to me. Or was it her? The sight of him truly absorbed on kissing a hot woman’s lips tore my heart into a million pieces. He had never done that to me.

Oh Austin you are killing me right now. “Au.. Austin..” His name came out of my shivering lips.

That was when both of them realized I was there standing and watching them. I heard Austin curse under his breath as he backed away from her a little bit.

“Au.. Austin..” His name came out of my shivering lips.

That was when both of them realized I was there standing and watching them. I heard Austin curse under his breath as he backed away from her a little bit.
The woman arranged her disarrayed top and gazed at me. Austin switched on the light and stared at me before bursting into laughter as he took in the whole of what I was wearing.

The lady, Stella Henshaw, a popular Nollywood actress joined him and together, they fell on the bed, laughing their lungs out. I just stood there embarrassed; I had never been that humiliated all my life . ‘Is it a crime to love? Is it a crime to want to do all you can to make someone you love fall for you? Is it a crime to want the love reciprocated? Is it? And what do you do when every time you try, your heart keeps breaking into tiny pieces by the only one you love and cherish the most?

Would you continue to fight? Or let go?’ I ran inside the restroom and laid my head on the sink.

I opened the tap and let the water wash away my pain. But could it ever wash the ache in my heart?

"Austin, I love you!" I breathed, letting the tears pour down heavily from my eyes.

Wicked Austin, I hate him already

We do stupid tins 4 luv, i just hope steph learns her lesson but as 4 richie i op u dont end up regretting ur action. Nice story dr n more updates kk.

Nice write up

Nice story, ride on.......[color=#006600][/color]

Nice story, ride on.....

That is what u get when u force a man to marry u. Love is never an excuse. Thumps up miss, love reading ur stories

Bollie29:
Wicked Austin, I hate him already

Wicked Austin? You can't be serious. Do you force someone to love you? No, love can't be forced, it's the Stephanie I'm actually angry with.

please continue....am a newbie here i love dis story more data nd light on ur phone

naob:


Wicked Austin? You can't be serious. Do you force someone to love you? No, love can't be forced, it's the Stephanie I'm actually angry with.

Fine, love cant be forced but not for him to go to the extent of humiliating her. He could have refused to marry her or even sit her down to see reasons with him. I'll still maintain my stand on him being wicked cos he would not be able to take it if the table is being turned on him.

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I came out of the restroom after crying my eyes out and still saw them in the room. Now that I could see her clearly without salt water blurring my vision, I realized that I was actually a wimp compared to her aristocratic features.

I had seen Stella Henshaw in many movies but seeing her face to face really made me feel less of a woman. Her sexy contours could make any man go mad.

No wonder she was successful in the movie industry. The media always had this juicy story about her jumping from movie producer to direction just to get roles. I wonder why Austin would stoop so low to date someone as dirty as her. Why didn’t he go for someone more decent?

“Stephanie, meet my girlfriend.”

“Stella, meet my wife, in quote” He introduced and placed a ploppy kiss on her forehead. He leaned down to her and clutched her body with his strong arms, then captured her mouth with his once again. I could feel my insides catch fire with what I saw him do to her.

I gulped the saliva that was slightly accumulated in my mouth. I didn’t think I could still take this. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t move my feet. She disengaged from the kiss and walked across the large room to where I was.

“Hello Wifey. Congratulations on your new title. I hope you don’t think bearing Mrs Cole would last for a long time. He only married you because his parents forced you on him and I also wanted him to save your silly ass since you were nuts about him. If not for me, he would not have married you. Get that into your skull dear”
She spoke harshly, not mincing her words and stared at me like I was a dirt. Wow, who would have thought the Stella Henshaw Nigerians really loved was like that. I also used to be her fan till I got to really know the devil she was.

Austin gave me a smirk, the irritation in his face turned to excitement. He was probably enjoying this scene to see me hurt and aching.
She picked her bag and kissed Austin in the lips. “I have two different locations to be at tomorrow, I gotcha go. Catch you later boo”

She gave me a sly smile and wriggled her big buttocks out of the room. I fixed my eyes on them as I touched my own small ass. I really needed a boost.

‘Is she the reason Austin insisted we didn’t travel abroad for our honeymoon? So he could be seeing her?’ I thought to myself.

“Fish head” Austin stressed as he walked to the closet and grabbed a light shirt. ‘Fish head? Is this how you see me?’ I said to myself as I felt my eyes moisten. My heart was aching tremendously.

I turned my head away and let the tears slide down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to see me hurt, otherwise he would be happy he was doing so well at tearing me apart and I didn’t want to appear like a weakling before him. I brushed away the tears from my cheeks and picked a knee length floral night gown.

With a heavy heart, I rushed to the restroom to have a change. I didn’t know how long I could handle fighting for Austin. Honestly, my love for him was real and no one could ever love him half the way I did.
It was Monday evening; Austin had gone out since morning, leaving me alone in the room. For me, it wasn’t one bit of a honeymoon; it was best described as a bittermoon.

I had a pack of popcorn in my hand as I sat on the long sofa, watching a movie Austin recently featured in. I could hardly go a couple of hours without craving to see his face. I was that addicted and since I couldn’t see his face now, I decided to watch a movie he was in, so I could see it in the TV.

I shifted my position by lazily lying down on my right side on the sofa with a throw pillow under my head. My left hand hugged another pillow and placed it on my chest as my eyes were directed steadily on the TV.

The door opened with a thud to reveal a drunken Austin. He had a bottle of alcohol in his hand and he was staggering towards me. I pretended to be oblivious of his presence so I remained quiet too on the sofa with my heart fluttering up and down. I looked at him and saw him chugging down swigs upon swigs of alcohol.

He staggered on the sofa beside me, just a few inches away from my body. His left arm was stretched out on the headrest while his right held the bottle. I saw him gulp down the drink again.

The visualization of his Adam’s apple moving up and down awakened different emotions in me. Then suddenly, he bent the right side of his body towards my direction. I opened my eyes wide and turned my head to look at him. Instantly, our eyes met.

His right temple was leaned on his right hand, his elbow on the headrest and head bent down facing me. I stared at his eyes and for a second, I felt like he loved me. I felt like he really cared for him but was blinded by Stella’s charming face and body. I felt like he wanted me back.

“I love you Austin” I said, I wanted to remind him.

His eyes travelled from my head to my toes, a look of disgust all over his face. He cleared his throat and batted his eyelashes. “I hate you” He mouthed weakly with his signature angry tone. I smelt the beer from his breath.

I moved closer to him and touched his chest; I looked up at him and met his gaze.

God! This man really intoxicated me.
Feeling butterflies erupt in my belly, I smiled and told him I loved him again. He looked at me, never lifting his eyes from mine. I closed my eyes tightly as I pampered my heart to dally on this beautiful moment. A satisfying smile formed in my lips, for the first time after the wedding, I smiled, a smile that truly came from my insides.

I saw Austin’s mouth on its way to find my waiting but quivering lips. I was so ready for the kiss; I closed my eyes as I expected it.

“Bleep you!” I heard a disdainful sound in my ears. I could feel his spit on my face. I opened my eyes and met his angry face.

Did he hate me that much that he couldn’t be a bit soft even in his sober self?

I'd been searching for hours but I didn't see any dress that seemed like it was me. Austin's mom had just called to inform there would be an award night tonight and I just had to follow him.

Why did the award night have to be when we were on honeymoon? I sighed as I picked up a gown gifted to me by my best lady- Vivian, my sister. It was a black crested strapless gown, the top of the gown had a sweetheart neckline that was covered in silver sequins.

The stomach had a black see through net that ran from the bust to my waist. It was revealing but I had to dress classy as it was my first time I would officially be going out with Austin as his wife and the media would be busy looking for flaws.

I had read from a blog online about how a popular actor's wife was said to have dressed like a maid to AMVCA awards and it was not a thing I would like to experience, I could not even handle that with what I was going through with Austin.

I wore the dress, applied a moderate make up and wore a silver 7 inches heels. I sprayed my perf and went outside to wait for Austin. Standing by the White Range Rover sent to carry us at the hotel, I crossed my legs and waited for my husband. He arrived few minutes later dressed in a black tuxedo, his hair, wavy and curly at the side and his shoes shinning. He stared at me and sighed.

"And why do you have to wear this dress? I can see your soul through it" Austin said in irritation.

I looked down at my shoes, feeling embarrassed. He hopped into the car and I opened the door and slid inside the seat beside him. The driver ignited and the car's engine was brought to life. Slowly, he moved from the curb and started driving to the venue.

"God, I don't want anything embarrassing tonight please. Save me" I muttered and looked outside the window, praying with all my heart it would be a perfect evening.