SINGLE WORLD E-Book

Emmanuel Chukwu

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Single world! A world of fate against faith! Lust in rivalry with love. Can Juli be held to it or would she adapt to the world where selfish interest rules. 

A story of complicated family relationship with parents having external affairs leaving the child to wonder if that's the best of life. A story of love, betrayal and lust, power and revenge, where your weakness is being used as strength against you. 

You can't afford to miss the suspense as it unfolds.

Leseprobe

Emmanuel Chukwu

SINGLE WORLD

Dedicated to God Almighty, my source of inspiration. Alagbada Ina! Kisses to Jazer C. Moses, my backbone! Heaven gonna watch you grow, even when I'm not there you showed concerned. Greetings to Jaja Godspower, my life coach. Role model in the field. The Lord is your strength sir. And to all that appreciates, I thank you all. Your words has been strength behind my pursuit.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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SINGLE WORLD

SINGLE WORLD

a romantic novel

EMMANUEL CHUKWU

©2020

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places are either of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

•Cover

•Title page

•Copyright

•Chapter 1

•Chapter 2

•Chapter 3

•Chapter 4

•Chapter 5

•Chapter 6

•Chapter 7

•Chapter 8

•Epilogue

•About the Author

1

"Alone you came into this world, alone shall you leave."

Every elements of the world were on their own and each day they kept to their demand; the sun to shine in the day and the moon glows in the night, rain falls when its cloud is filled. Who knows if the animals aren't on their own? If they hide collective actions to be themselves in a single world.

The world is single so everyone is to his business as mother do say, 'my daughter, if you depend on anyone including me you may be turned down someday! On your own is the capital of this world.' I wondered if her comment of the world is good.

"Should it be her experience?" I thought. "If so why?" I haven't been given an explanation on why is everyone individualistic, why when collective actions are planned it'll end up in commotion and lost of trust.

That once happened between father and some of his business partners, I remembered father yelling on the phone that the attained profit should be equally shared otherwise it will be a battle not planned for.

"Sir, the deal was that the contract will be a fifty-fifty share but not the profit, although wasn't said but as we brought the contract we're supposed to get the higher pay. That's how professional business men do..."

"You must be a cowboy!"

"Sir, we've come to conclusion and period."

Father smiled as their dishonest comment, "I think a lawyer should tell me that." He cut the call.

"Fools! They tend to exaggerate at their victory."

"Honey! Why not let them be, perhaps it's an eye opener. You now know that Aba men aren't common men in business." Mother justified.

"Like-"

"Don't worry!" Mother bluffed, paying rapt attention to the television. No time for argument, they just concluded one during the weekend and now- three days later another trying to arise. I glimpsed at her knowing that she couldn't continue to watch me stare at their arguments either about money; attitude, events, lack of responsibility... And others that causes ensues of argument between my parents.

"So this woman has gotten her immoral act to my house..." Father once yelled as he walked inside to find some strange male clothes on the sofa.

"What again!" Mother entered.

"Where is him?"

"Who?"

"Your lover, you pros-"

"Dad enough! Mum bought them as gift for your birthday." I interrupted.

He grinned as he went into his room with some suspicious stare wondering if we'd coaxed him to a hush.

***

"Your lover!" As little as a sixteen years old teen, I was in a single world. Father's statement always make me to think who, I tried to know the so called mother proposed lover that father always emphasize, daily. I observed mother looking young and gorgeous and had never denied rather she just bluff the comment.

"Who told father of that?"

"Juli, this life is not collective. Everyone is on their own, don't buy anyone's trust because even your own blood can sell you, don't be ruled by others opinion otherwise you'll fail. Alone you came to this world, alone shall you leave..." Mother said as usual.

Then we're planning dinner before father returns with furious words in his mouth. It was past ten and father hasn't returned, mother didn't complain; she'd never, she once mentioned that he closes by six from work- which is about four hours ago.

"Mother but you're married to father!"

"Yea, but your father has married his job."

"How mother?" I asked.

"Can't you see," mother checked her wristwatch, "it's past ten and he's not yet back, what'll a married man be doing away from his house by this time."

"But mother it's better, than he returns and start yelling for dinner."

Mother gave a stern look, "how about that! Isn't him the head of the family?."

I turned away from mother, was sick and not able to reply; to argue words with her especially about father. I wanted to ask like other times "who's your lover?" But wished it won't cause a scenario.

"Mother, who's... Is... Your... Lo-ver?" I stuttered as I stared at the table which mother placed her hands, I couldn't give a direct stare, the fear was strong.

"Your father's trying to use-"

"No mother!" I interrupted, "just that with father's constant nagging about it, it..."

"It what!" Mother barked.

I was taken aback.

'go on!' my conscience encouraged me.

"...it worries me." I replied lamely.

Mother sighed as she gave a relaxed breath, "don't follow your father."

"Why?"

"He's always crazy!"

"Mother!" I cried.

"Yes, he's!"

I stared at my mother, at the two fixed pupils in her eyes, at her look of depression and willingness to say what she had over and again-

"How mother,"

"How does he know I have a lover?"

"So mother you do!" I cut in.

"Juli enough! What kind of joke is that?" Mother digressed her attention to the food on fire.

"Mothers it's no longer a news."

"That?"

"Your lover!"