Priscilia Joseph

HIV watching you pull out to avoid pregnancy

Key ways to a happy marriage

You can call me Victor

She d!ed because of an iPhone.

All Cynthia's friend were iPhone users which their boyfriends got for them. Cynthia was using an Itel android phone. Each time Cynthia tried to touch the iPhone of her friends, they would scare her away telling her to go get a boyfriend that would get an iPhone for her.

"Don't touch my iPhone. My boyfriend got it for me. Go and have one that would get you an iPhone" Judy her friend would always say to her.

Six months of their relationship, Cynthia requested for an iPhone. Frank on the other hand has been asked by his Baba to sacrífice his girlfriend Cynthia. Frank has been planning on how to begin his mission on k!lling Cynthia for the sacrifîce but when Cynthia requested for an iPhone, he decided to get her through that means.

"I will get you an iPhone 15 if you sleep with me" Frank said to her.

"IPhone 15!!!" Cynthia exclaimed.

She agreed.

That evening, Frank slept with her and when they were done, he went into his wardrobe, brought out the iPhone and handed it over to her.

Cynthia's heart was filled with joy. She picked up her clothes and dressed up.

She kissed him before leaving to he apartment.

She sat on the sofa in her one room apartment. While she was about to open the iPhone, she felt a sharp pain on her vàgínå.

She dropped the iphone by her side and tried to figure out what caused the pain.

The pain came again and before she knew it, blóōd started gushing out of her vàgíñà.

She blèèded till she d!ed on the sofa.

It was unfortunate for her😷

Rich Mom hired four desperate girls to marry her disabled son what happened next will shock you - EPISODE: 6

The next morning, the girls were called to the garden. Raymond was already there with his mother. The atmosphere was tense. Mrs. Benson stood up. I have something to say, she began. This is no longer just a love test. This is now a matter of respect. I listened to your conversation last night. The girls looked at one another confused.

Raymond added, "I know what each of you tried to do. Seducing me won't win my heart. It only shows me how empty you are." Mrs. Benson pointed at Naomi and Trisha. You are both disqualified. Pack your bags and leave now. Naomi gasped. Ma, please. Trisha dropped to her knees. It was a mistake. Mrs. Benson's voice was sharp.

Get out. Guards came and led them into the house to pack. Naomi looked back with angry eyes. Trisha cursed under her breath. Hope stood still. Her heart was beating fast. She had done nothing wrong, but she now feared the other girls would turn on her. Raymond looked at Hope. You still have a choice. You can leave if this is too much.

Hope shook her head gently. Number I'm not going anywhere. Two girls gone, two left. And the real battle was just beginning. That night, the mansion was quiet. Rain began to fall lightly outside as the wind shook the curtains in Hope's room. She couldn't sleep. Her heart was heavy. Everything had become a game, a dangerous game filled with lies, greed, and fake smiles.

Earlier that day, Naomi and Trisha were disqualified. Now only two girls remained, Hope and Linda. Hope was reading quietly in the lounge when Linda walked in and sat beside her. "Hey," Linda said, crossing her legs. "Can we talk?" Hope looked up a little surprised. "Sure," Linda smiled. "I've been meaning to ask you something." "You don't talk much.

Why are you really here?" Hope paused. She had tried to keep her story private, but something told her to speak.
TBC

Rich Mom hired four desperate girls to marry her disabled son what happened next will shock you - EPISODE: 5

The prize is now 50 million naira. 50 what? Naomi whispered under her breath. Mrs. Benson nodded. Yes, 50 million naira. And I will also open a big business for the winner. But listen carefully. This is not a game. I'm not seeing real effort from any of you. You girls are not working hard enough. My son is not just a He is a human being with feelings.
If you want that money, then win his heart. Make him fall in love with you. Trisha almost shouted in excitement. Thank you, Ma. Naomi smiled sweetly. We won't disappoint you. Linda clapped softly. Well try harder, Ma. But Hope just stood quietly, looking at the floor. She didn't care about the money. Something in her heart told her love should not be bought.
That night, the competition got dirty. Naomi was the first to try. She sneaked into Raymond's study room, wearing a short night gown and heavy makeup. "Hi, Raymond," she said in a soft voice, walking toward him. He looked up from his book. "What are you doing here?" "I just wanted to keep you company," she said, sitting on the table. "You're always alone.
" She reached out to touch his face, but he pushed her hand away. "Stop it," he said. "Why? You're a man. I'm a woman. We're both adults." Raymond wheeled back slowly. "Are you so cheap? Is this how you win love?" Naomi stood up, embarrassed. "You'll regret this," she said, and ran out of the room. The next day, Trisha tried her luck.
She waited for Raymond in his room, wearing a silky robe and fake tears. "I just want to comfort you," she said, placing her hand on his chest. "Get out," Raymond said coldly. "Why am I not beautiful enough? What's wrong with you?" Raymond stared at her. What's wrong with you? Is money so powerful that you would sell your body for it? You make me sick.
Trisha stormed out, angry and ashamed. Then came Linda. She prepared Raymond's favorite meal and wore a tight dress.When she brought the food to him, she leaned close, her voice soft and slow. "I made it with love," she whispered, placing her hand on his leg. Raymond grabbed her wrist gently but firmly. "This is your plan, too.
You think I'll fall for this? Linda stepped back, her eyes wide. "Leave," he said, turning his wheelchair around. That night, Naomi and Trisha sat together in the room, whispering. "That ugly has guts," Naomi said. "Can you imagine rejecting me?" Trisha laughed. "He really thinks we're here for love. He should look at himself in the mirror.
It's his money we want, not his broken body." Linda walked in and joined them. Hope is pretending. Wait until she shows her true colors. None of us came here for love. Let's be real. They laughed together, thinking they were smart. But what they didn't know was that Mrs. Benson had placed a small recorder under the flower vase in their room.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Rich Mom hired four desperate girls to marry her disabled son what happened next will shock you - EPISODE: 4

He sighed and wheeled himself to the dining room. Breakfast was ready, but he had no appetite. Downstairs, the four girls were already sitting at the table. As soon as Raymond entered, Naomi jumped up and rushed to pull his chair out. "Good morning, Ray," she said sweetly. "Let me help you." Raymond stared at her.
"Don't call me Ray." Naomi laughed nervously. "Sorry, Raymond." Trisha smiled and batted her lashes. "You look fresh this morning. I love your shirt. Raymond rolled his eyes. Keep your fake compliments to yourself. Hope as always said nothing. She simply greeted him and continued eating quietly. After breakfast, the housekeeper entered and gave them gloves, boots, and tools.
What's this for? Linda asked. You have farming duty. Mr. Raymond's orders? The housekeeper replied. The girls groaned loudly except Hope, who took hers without complaint. An hour later, all four girls stood in the muddy garden. The sun was hot. Their hands got dirty. Naomi screamed when she saw a worm. Trisha cried when her nail broke.
Linda just kept complaining. My skin is not made for this. Hope stayed calm. She planted quietly beside one of the farmers, asking questions and learning fast. Raymond watched from a distance. He saw how the other girls looked at Hope with jealousy. Later that afternoon, a new drama started. Trisha entered the living room where Hope was resting.
"So, you think you're smart?" Trisha said. Hope looked up. "What do you mean? You think we don't see what you're doing? Always helping in the kitchen, greeting the maids, pretending to be holy." "I'm not pretending," Hope said calmly. Naomi and Linda walked in too. "We're warning you," Linda said. You think being nice will win you the man and the money, but you'll soon cry.
Hope stood up slowly. I'm not here to win anyone. I'm just being myself. Naomi laughed. Poor girl. This is not your level.
Stay in your lane. They walked out laughing loudly. Hope sat down again. Her eyes were watery. She missed her mother. She missed home. She thought of packing her bag and going back.
But something in her heart said, "Stay. Your purpose here is not yet finished. The next day, the four girls were called into the large sitting room. Mrs. Benson was waiting for them, sitting on a gold-plated chair like a queen. Her face looked serious. "Good morning, ladies," she said, her voice calm but firm.
"Good morning, Ma," they all replied. She folded her hands and looked at each of them one by one. "When I brought you here, I promised to reward the girl who truly wins my son's heart. At first, I planned to give 10 million naira. Their eyes lit up. Mrs. Benson continued. But now I've changed my mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Rich Mom hired four desperate girls to marry her disabled son what happened next will shock you - EPISODE: 3

"Or Raymond, you look fresh today." He raised an eyebrow. "Let's go." They followed him around the mansion. At first, he showed them the garden, the guest house, the mini theater, and the family museum. The girls were amazed. Trisha whispered to Linda, "This house is a gold mine. We must not joke with this chance.
" Raymond led them to the backyard. But instead of stopping, he rolled toward a muddy, bushy area behind the house. "Where are we going?" Naomi asked, frowning. "You'll see," Raymond replied coldly. They got to a small farmland where the workers planted vegetables. The ground was wet. The place smelled of fresh soil. From now on, Raymond said, "Any girl that wants to stay in this house must work here for an hour every morning.
" "No makeup, no phone, no help. Just your hands and the soil." "What?" Trisha shouted. "Are you joking?" Naomi laughed. "Do we look like farmers to you?" Linda folded her arms. "This is rubbish. You think because you're crippled, we'll let you stress us?" Hope said nothing. She walked toward the workers, removed her sandals, and stepped into the mud.
Raymond looked surprised. Why are you not complaining? Hope looked at him. Because I'm not afraid of hard work. I grew up doing this. The other girls hissed and stormed back into the house. That evening, they gathered in one room to gossip again. Trisha kicked off her shoes. This guy must be mad.
How can he tell us to farm? Me dig mud with these nails. For what? Naomi added. He's testing us. Oh, can't you see? But it's fine. Let's just pretend for 2 weeks. After that, we're in. Linda nodded. Let's act like we care. Smile when he comes. Say yes to everything. Once one of us wins, the rest can go. But Hope was alone in the kitchen helping the cook prepare dinner.
Mrs. Benson passed by and saw her. You don't have to do this, dear. I know, Hope said with a gentle smile, but I love cooking, and I don't like sitting around doing nothing. Mrs. Benson nodded slowly. You have a beautiful heart. Hope blushed. Thank you, Ma. That night, Raymon saw Hope serving dinner with the maids.
She even carried a tray to his room. She knocked and waited. What do you want? Raymond asked coldly. I brought your food, she said. I didn't ask you. I know, Hope said, but you need to eat. Raymond sighed. Why are you pretending to be nice? What do you want from me? Hope placed the tray on the table. Nothing. I just feel like you've been through a lot and I know how it feels to be ignored.
She turned and left quietly. Raymond sat there in silence, staring at the closed door. For the first time in a long while, something inside him began to soften. The next morning, Raymond sat on his balcony, watching the garden. He had not slept well. Hope's words from the night before kept ringing in his head. I know how it feels to be ignored.

To be continued...