The Ill-fated One

The Ill-fated One

Lebo Zimba

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It all started with a job interview, one that could've changed Pabi's whole life for the better had she known the actual cause of her misfortunes, although one of the perks the job came with was falling for her employer, the billionaire. Fate got trapped in the crossroads when the two lovebirds discovered the most shocking news, twisting both their destinies and leading them to the valley of the shadow of death, where only the faint-hearted survived.

The Ill-fated One Chapter 1 Prologue

The stillness of the night was surely alarming. If this was said to be a horror story, I wouldn't be surprised to come into contact with a ghost shivering in terror at how still everything was. Even Natalie was scared. Something about this night did not make sense.

A red, leather clutch bag together with a pair of block heels were tossed in the air and over the high wall. It was not long till they landed on the grassy land not too far from the pavement, exactly where their owner had aimed them to fall over at.

A moment later, we heard a loud thumping sound of someone who just jumped over the lofty wall and landed on top of the heels.

"Ouch," She whispered to herself, rising to her feet after realizing how long it has been since she was just laying there, unmoving, and dusted off the dirt on her yellow miniskirt. She wiggled the grass off her wig, her blonde Peruvian hair which was safely and securely placed on her left hand. She picked up her belongings and looked at the window in front of her. It was the main bedroom's window, and at least to her relief, the lights were still switched off.

"Phew," she let out a sigh of comfort and held her heart, hearing its beat lowering as though she had been running and suddenly came to a halt. She began to tiptoe to the door, trying by all means to move as quiet as a mouse as it appealed to her, careful not to alarm Spiky.

She was just about to turn round the corner when a dog came barking in her direction, its dark black skin showing figures like shadows as it moved hurriedly to her, but stopping midway after seeing a face it so badly recognised and walked slowly towards Natalie, at least at ease that it was no invader.

It was then that the kitchen door swung open, and before she could see anything else, the walking stick made a loud clumping sound on the red stoep before it's owner followed behind its tracks. Spiky rushed to the person standing at the door, curling his body nicely on the ground next to her.

"Natalie, I'm not about to reprimand you about going out at night if not jumping my walls just because l cannot see you. Go back to where you're coming from and never, ever, ever come back to my house ever again!" Natalie's mum shouted, turning and heading back to the house before shutting the door hard behind her.

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