Thanks for the update.

Humbleness:
Thanks for the update.

You're welcome

Ok, so I was trying to design a cover for the book. I used Canva. Let me know what you think.

millieademi:
Ok. Thanks for pointing that out.

I understand but give me time.

Everything is to lead up to Dele and Tinu's reunion. Tinu claims to love Chris or she loves Chris, she can't just go back to Dele like that.

Dele can't just sit and wait for who knows when for Tinu to realize who knows what. Like one of my favorite movie characters said, there'll always be embers remaining that can easily be reignited, when you truly love someone. Tinu and Dele are oblivious to these embers.

Just relax and chill for me. These things take time unless you want me to do a sloppy job.

Before, i wasnt happy with the way tinu and dele divorced but with wat i just hear, my mind is now at rest. God bless ur writing madam millie

Timba24:
Before, i wasnt happy with the way tinu and dele divorced but with wat i just hear, my mind is now at rest. God bless ur writing madam millie

Thanks

millieademi:

Thanks

uwc

Dele reunion with tinu ought to have been a suprise to we the readers
Now we all know what to expect at the end of the story.
Op pls keep the details to the story to yourself alone, suspense is one of the main xteristics of a good novel

Niwdog:
Dele reunion with tinu ought to have been a suprise to we the readers
Now we all know what to expect at the end of the story.
Op pls keep the details to the story to yourself alone, suspense is one of the main xteristics of a good novel

you are correct but the story is kind of giving some readers the vibe that the are not coming together that is making them almost loosing interest in the story since the actually want Dele and Tinu to be together

Niwdog:
Dele reunion with tinu ought to have been a suprise to we the readers
Now we all know what to expect at the end of the story.
Op pls keep the details to the story to yourself alone, suspense is one of the main xteristics of a good novel

Aye, aye captain. But what you don't know is how?

Hi people, how has your week been? Mine's been tumultuous but God is keeping me above the waves.


Ok, I want to air my mind. This story is dear to me. It has one of my favorite characters (no, it's not Tinu. You're yet to meet her). I don't know if you've ever gotten to that point in a telenovela where you feel "abeg, what are they even doing?" and you leave it for a couple of weeks and when you come back you're like "when did all these happen?"
This is that point.

This is my final appeal to please and please be patient. I know we've only been together for roughly a month but accord me an iota of trust. You've loved this story once, don't give up on it( it's saying something, don't give up on it. (

Jokes apart now. The next three to four updates might not be gengen attention-grabbing, even-take-your-phone-to-the-bathroom(I mean bathroom like bathroom bathroom not toilet. I've done that before.) suspenseful but they will explain a lot of things that will happen in the other two books of the trilogy.

Yes, Ocean of Secrets is a trilogy. This is THE EBB. So if you don't want to be confused in the other two installments abeg, please, e dakun, biko, por favor, s'il vous plait kindly follow me. It's going to be worth it in the end.



Thank you for reading my rant. I'll update by tomorrow night or Friday morning. I have a test tomorrow.


P.S. You're amazeballs

hmmm. Dats y u wanna scatter my brain with this ur story. All d best in ur test. Millie

@millieademi how're you doing? How far with all those tests glaring @you in the face? Any update(s) tonight?

millieademi:
Ok. Thanks for pointing that out.

I understand but give me time.

Everything is to lead up to Dele and Tinu's reunion. Tinu claims to love Chris or she loves Chris, she can't just go back to Dele like that.

Dele can't just sit and wait for who knows when for Tinu to realize who knows what. Like one of my favorite movie characters said, there'll always be embers remaining that can easily be reignited, when you truly love someone. Tinu and Dele are oblivious to these embers.

Just relax and chill for me. These things take time unless you want me to do a sloppy job.

I think you shouldn't have said this. Cos now I know they gonna end up together. Takes away the suspense n all.

Anyway you're really really good.

Update for tomorrow night.


Chapter 14.

Rose looked at the man sitting opposite her and wondered what she could do to get his attention. She had noticed him for three months now. He came in at eight-twenty every weekday, sat at the same table, worked on his laptop for three hours, left to get lunch at one-thirty , returned by two-fifteen, read a novel till three and left at exactly three-zero-five. He was always on time, no straying to the left or right. No matter the weather, he stuck to his schedule. She had never been so bothered about getting someone’s attention. She never really liked it but yet she wanted more than anything for this guy to notice her.


Her first step had been to sit in his seat. She smiled as she remembered the flustered look on his face when he came in that morning. He took the seat in front of her while mumbling his dissatisfaction. After grumbling for two minutes, he kept mute and became detached as if he were on an astral projection. Wheels and cogs whirred and turned deliriously as she thought. She hit his foot with hers. She mumbled an unapologetic sorry but the guy still stared at his book like it was the key to heaven. She sighed and resigned herself to studying his features, something she did every day.


She glanced at her watch- two-fifty-six. Another day gone and she didn’t know his name. No one in the library did. Not even the librarians. On his temporary membership card, he was registered as Lawrence, F. D. She always played guessing games on what his name could be. She settled for Frank. She exhaled and wondered what her friends would say if they saw her begging for the attention of a Nigerian like a lovesick puppy. She caught herself and laughed. Like she wasn’t one too, at least not by birth anyway. She was born an American and she was thankful for it.


Ose willed the time to go faster. He had returned to his freelance writing after he almost consumed himself with grief. He had loved Bibiana with his all and watching the life seep out of her was something he knew he’d never forget. Chief Badmus should have order his goons to finish him off. Felicia had practically begged him as she returned to her husband to move on. He promised to and took steps in that direction but the grief lingered on some days worse than others. He fought the urge to leave before three. Today, he was having his grief badly. The scent of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau De Parfum, Bibiana's favorite perfume kept wafting into his nostrils and nostalgia gripped him. He had bought her that perfume to impress her. She loved it and it became her favorite and she wore it everyday till she died. He remembered how the fragrance mixed with the coppery smell of blood as he held her body close when she died. He missed her smile, her antics, her sensuality, the way she drawled his name whenever he was mad.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. He sighed in relief and started packing his things.

“Excuse me.”, the lady in front of him called sweetly and smiled. She hoped her accent would get him to look at her.

“Good afternoon.”, he answered coldly while folding his laptop charger.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Pardon my lack of manners. Good afternoon, I’m Rose.”, she said and extended her hand for a shake. He ignored it and continued counting his books to make sure he had everything he borrowed back.

“Ok. Um, two of my friends want to start using the library’s services but need a referral. I was told by the guys at circulation and the attendant up front and she said you’ve been a user for three years. I was wondering if you could sign their referral funds.”, she said.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t.”, he answered holding his breath and slung his bag across his shoulder. “I have to go. Excuse me.”, he put curtly and made his way to leave at exactly three-zero-five.

“Can you be human for a second?”, she said as she latched onto his arm.

“Miss, you’re suffocating me. I can’t help you or your friends. I apologize. Please let go of my arm.”, he fired looking into her eyes for the first time.

She let him go. “At this rate, you’ll die alone.”, she mumbled under her breath but he heard her.

“She already left me. I can’t wait to join her.”, he said to her hearing and left the library.
Rose palmed her face, hating herself.

He’s grieving.

It dawned on her then that he’d never notice her because there was already a woman who filled his heart and mind. She smiled in empathy wondering if she was his wife or girlfriend.

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She stared at the clock then the door than the clock again in panic. This was the third day he hadn’t shown up. She wondered if she had driven him to 'join her.’ She and her uncensored mouth.’ She’d never forgive herself if she was the motivation behind his suicide. The clock struck eleven and her panic struck limit. She stood up from her chair like she sat on a porcupine and made her way to circulation office.

“Hello, goodmorning.”, she greeted the middle-aged woman who was filing library cards.

“Good morning.”, the woman answered without facing her.

So rude.

She shrugged it off and asked, “Sorry to disturb you, there’s a reader here who hasn’t been to the library in days….”

“So?”, the woman asked still filing.

“He’s a regular here. He clocks in everyday by eight-twenty and leaves by three-zero-five everyday. He's about five ten, broad shoulders, caramel skin, black curly hair. It’s cut in a punk, or I think that’s what it is. He has expressive, coffee black eyes and his nose is kind of a snub nose, you know, like the kind on the Manchester United player.”, she described hastily.

The woman turned and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t watch football.” She was desperate. She wasn’t heading anywhere. She then remembered his name.

“His name is Lawrence, F. J.”, she chipped in as the woman began to turn back to the filing cabinet.

“Don’t you think you should have started with that?”, the woman sassed. “Why are you so concerned?”, she asked standing akimbo.

“The last time he was here, he seemed out of sorts. While he was leaving, he mumbled something about a girl leaving him and he wanting to join her.”, she lied by omission. “Im just worried he might have joined her.”, she said dramatically.

“Calm down.”, an older woman said as she came out of the file room. “Fejirose cancelled his subscription for the Zaria live three days ago. He claimed he no longer found it suitable for his needs.”

mhizv:



I think you shouldn't have said this. Cos now I know they gonna end up together. Takes away the suspense n all.

Anyway you're really really good.

Thanks.

I've been waiting on update like forever

Thanks for the update ma'am

Nice piece keep it up

I like d way u make expressions about each scenes and acts...and ur continuity.. DX latest update has thrown d story wide open..... more grace.. its not easy...I was writing b4 I put a hold on it..

thanks for the update

Thanks for the update

“Oh.”, she said crestfallen. He just decided to give her a wide berth. “Ok then. I’ll get out of your hair. Thank you.”, she said dejected.

The younger woman scoffed and returned to her work. The older woman smiled in understanding.


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Tamara twirled the vial in her hand, contemplating whether or not she should go ahead with her uncle’s plan. he'd soon call her to heat up the lunch his wife packed for him. God, why did this feel so wrong? Tobe needed money for his project and Fi-fi had already been sent home from school. He told her he wasn’t footing their bills or paying the house rent till she did it. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Chris had been good to her. Doing this, rattling his newly mended marriage felt so wrong

Like clockwork, his call came in at one-fifteen.
“Tamara.”, he said over the intercom.
“Ill heat it up now, sir.”
“Thanks.”, he muttered and ended the call.

Tamara wondered if she could discuss her financial problem with her boss rather than betray him this way. She shook her head at the thought. That would just uncover that she had been paid less than she was entitled to for eight years by her uncle’s order. Chris would want to know why and he might eventually fire her uncle. Her uncle would get angry and reveal to Chris that sh had been the one responsible for his failed relationships. Then she would get fired and Michael would know the terrible things she had done.

No. This is the only way out.

She picked up his lunch box and went into the kitchenette. She had to think of herself and her siblings first. She drizzled the mixture of GHB and Spanish fly on his lunch and gave it a stir before pouring it into a Pyrex dish and tossing it into the microwave. She set the timer and put the empty vial into her bra. She was setting up the tray she’d take into his office when Michael and the new EA Harun walked in.

“Hey.”, she greeted.

“Hey.”, Michael answered coldly.

“Hey. The boss said he’s meeting his wife for lunch and we could have his lunch.”, Harun chipped in ecstatically.

“What?!”, she shouted in fear and Michael busied himself setting dishes.

“What is it? It’s not like you spent hours cooking here. You just warmed it. If you want to beg, beg.”, Harun teased and rummaged the mini-fridge for fruit water and tossed one at Michael.

“You guys are shameless. Don’t you have money to buy food?”, she asked still cranky.

“Who dey refuse free food?”, Michael said and laughed.

“And have you tasted the boss' wife’s cooking? You don’t know what you’re missing.”, Harun said and went towards the microwave.

“She knows. She used to bring food for us almost every day. Tamara used to set the table before lunch.”, Michael informed Harun.

“Wow. Does Madam not like me? Why is she not bringing food again.?”, Harun asked.

“That was when she still worked here, dummy.”, Tamara said angrily.

“Are you for real? She used to work here?”, Harun asked with his eyes popping out of their sockets. Michael gave Tamara a stink eye and asked Harun to bring the food out of the microwave.

“Don’t you dare!”, Tamara threatened and stood in front of the microwave.

“What is wrong with you? If Oga does not remember to include you, sorry but don’t come and disturb us.”, Harun ranted.

Just then, the telephone rang leaving Tamara at a dangerous crossroads. They had been expecting a call from important foreign investors for weeks and that could be them. On the other hand, she couldn’t let them eat the food.

“Tamara, the phone is ringing.”, Harun quipped laughing.

“I heard it.”, she retorted.

“Then, go and answer it. It could be the mining company from D.R.C.”, he chided.

She had to answer the call. She left the kitchenette with tears in her eyes.

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Zuriel100:
I like d way u make expressions about each scenes and acts...and ur continuity.. DX latest update has thrown d story wide open..... more grace.. its not easy...I was writing b4 I put a hold on it..

Thank you. I too recently started writing again after about take year long breaks. Writing is the one thing I can lose myself in. I hope you find your inner muse again.

Thanks for the comment dear. Like I said the story is beyond Tinu, Chris and Dele. Soon old characters will be coming back. I can't wait for you guys to meet Nenye and Nonso again in the second book. But first I have to finish this one.

MEATTAH:
Nice piece keep it up

Thanks

ogbosike:
Good story Op am following closely

Thanks

I'm sorry this is so short but I'm dog-tired. I'll do a better job tomorrow.

Well done dear

millieademi:


Thank you. I too recently started writing again after about take year long breaks. Writing is the one thing I can lose myself in. I hope you find your inner muse again.

Thanks for the comment dear. Like I said the story is beyond Tinu, Chris and Dele. Soon old characters will be coming back. I can't wait for you guys to meet Nenye and Nonso again in the second book. But first I have to finish this one.

got some in my head...feel so lazy to write, school stress set in..
just keep us in suspense oo

millieademi:


Thank you. I too recently started writing again after about take year long breaks. Writing is the one thing I can lose myself in. I hope you find your inner muse again.

Thanks for the comment dear. Like I said the story is beyond Tinu, Chris and Dele. Soon old characters will be coming back. I can't wait for you guys to meet Nenye and Nonso again in the second book. But first I have to finish this one.

got some in my head...feel so lazy to write, school stress set in..
make us want more, keep us in suspense

Finally finally finally, i gat here.


OP u r doing a grate job here..

skubido:
Finally finally finally, i gat here.


OP u r doing a grate job here..

Thanks.

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He looked at the picture of the man that stole their mother from them. He squeezed the picture in anger and threw it against the wall and screamed in anger. He missed his mother. She was the life of the house, protecting them from their father's wrath, now she was gone. He led her to her death and jumped out of the sinking ship right in time to save his life. He wiped the tear that escaped his eye. One day, he’d make him pay. He heard Tómiké scream again and rushed out of his room.

His callous father had taken them to see their mother's dead body. The girl never got over it. He remembered how she cried 'Mummy', expecting her mother to get up but she didn’t. She had nightmares every night. He got into her room and met her crying.

“Tómiké, shhh.”, he pacified.

“Where is mummy? I want my mummy!”, she cried and got off the bed. “I want mummy.”, she said and headed towards the door.

“Tómiké, mummy is not here.” He said and picked up his little sister who burst into a fit of sobs. “Tell mummy to come back. Please.”, she cried harder.

“Tómiké, shh. Daddy must not hear you crying.”, he whispered. “Please, shhh.”, he shushed. The girl understood what daddy hearing meant. She sobbed quietly as her brother rocked her to sleep.

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Chris had never felt more grateful for his father’s paranoia and hysteria. Once, when he was fifteen, he was rushed out of school in the middle of a boring Commerce class. He was so thankful till he asked the family driver, Mr. Sam, why and the man only shook his head and tears started falling from his eyes. He was driven to their family hospital. He met Aunt Bridget, as he referred to her then, weeping silently and four year old Margaux was busy doodling in a colouring book.

He met his father’s P.A., Mr. Ekeh and the company’s P.R. manager standing by the E.R. He saw his father’s P.A., Miss. Antoinette covered in blood. Her baby blue shirt was purple with blood and her hands had dried blood on them. The woman was weeping profusely like Aunt Bridget. 'Is he going to die?’ had been the first words out of his mouth as he aired the one fear on his mind. He couldn’t lose another parent, not so soon after the death of the first one.

A shaken Aunt Bridget left her seat to hug him. They had assured him that he was in the best hands but he wasn’t so sure they were certain about that. He took Margaux and treated her to ice cream in a nearby fast-food eatery. He needed to get his mind off the fear and anxiety. He might have succeeded watching Margaux trying to feed her ugly Barbie doll ice cream.

His father survived five stab wounds to the abdomen but never got off the fear of being killed. The man had CCTV cameras installed everywhere, from his office to his personal convenience and the kitchenette on his floor. He even had a team designed to monitor the live footage from those cameras real time. Of course, he had the cameras in his office and restroom changed into thermal cameras when he started seeing Tinu but he left the camera in the kitchenette as it was.

He wondered just how much Tamara could have been offered to try and kill him. He made sure she was properly remunerated for her services, work ethics, discretion and initiative. He treated her with utmost respect. He even considered her a friend. How could she? He thought that after ten years there’d be nothing she couldn’t tell him. She had corrected him severally over the years whenever he did something wrong. She offered her opinion in business and other matters. She had even helped him pick out a colour scheme for his groomsmen. He wondered what her motivation could be.

He barged into the security department on the steam of anger and curiosity. The men all stood up at once to greet him. He waved them back to their work. A man came from another room and greeted him.

“Good afternoon sir, I’m Conrad Igweonu, Alpha of Rex team. I called you earlier.”, the man greeted.

“Afternoon. Where is she?”, he asked impatient.

“In a holding unit, as per your request.”, the man answered.

“Take me to her.”, he ordered and the man nodded.

He followed the man into a holding unit that looked like a foreign interrogation room. He saw her through the one way glass crying as she sat by the table.

“I want to speak to her. Can I?.”, he said.

“We’ve patted down for concealed weapons. She’s clean, sir. You can go in, sir but only for five minutes. We’ve detained her for two hours already. We have to call the police, so as not to get saddled with any human rights violation action.”, the man answered. Chris nodded in understanding and one of the security personnel led him to the door and opened it for him.

She looked up in panic as she heard the door open. She saw her boss enter and fear gripped her.

“Sir, I’m sorry.”, she begged rising to her feet.

“Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?”, he deadpanned standing in an intimidating stance.

“Sir, I can explain.”, she sobbed.

“Good, because we only have four minutes before the security team call the police.”, he said.

“Sir, I had no choice…”

“You could have come to me.”, he answered raising his voice in anger and disappointment.

“No, I couldn’t.”, she sobbed and bowed her head in shame.

“So, you just decided to kill me?!”, he shouted.

“No!”, she said in shock and raised her head. “I didn’t want to kill you. I swear.”, she said panicking.

“So what was the extra 'flavouring' for?”, he asked cynically.

“He asked me to rape you.”, she whispered.

“Who?!”, he asked in anger and curiosity.

“Sir, he’ll kill my siblings.”, she answered.