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President's Son And I

President's Son And I

Author: Aishatuh M
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Chapter 1Ā Prologue

Word Count: 1633 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 08/08/2022

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haven't been able to get so many information about my obsession, but today, I moved past the invisible barrier created for me by Gwaggo Jummai. I'

obsession, something that would describe how I feel within me for him, I'd appreciate knowing that word. But

er passed away few months ago and it was left to Gwaggo Jummai to plan his wedding and thanks to that, I got to be here. In his chamber, staring at all his things

w she'd never stop calling me today, she'd keep on calling until she made sure I was no longer in his apa

hone on my left ear. I'd rather s

lled again." I growled silently. Will she just allow me to please enjoy this moment while it lasted? I still hav

there, Gwaggo. Trust me, I won't make any mistake. I'd be done cl

olled my eyes. It wasn't like I tried to hide my obsession from her. She was the mot

ere, if I may say." I tried to sound as dull and bored as I could

k and come here

thout even waiting to hear from me a

d half an hour in this house, just looking around and doing all I could to avoid checking the room. Because knowing me

te. I knew this because I've been to the other chambers, houses and apartments in this Villa and I don't know if I'm judging them all with a

simplicity. The class and that invisible signature of him. You just had to know it belonged to

it was already clean. And I knew I'd take pride in cleaning where he lived, so I did it to the best of my ability. The two

t's because I have such a great memory that I remember every single detail about him that ought to even be forgo

me, I have the most impossible kinds of dreams when it comes to him-but I've never thought this could happen. This is beyond me just coming to his apartment for the first time. This i

Way beyond what I've imagined

d where he lived. But no, it's him. He was laying on his bed, the duvet brought up to his chest. I could see the vest that lay loosely on

gel he had always been

le bit closer than it should have been. He was deep asleep. His eyelashes rested beautifully on his cheekbo

e body was shaking. It couldn't be true, that's all my mind and brain were saying at the same time. But the way my heart was beating? It's th

t there, dying for him for over six years, whom he didn't even knew existed. I took a picture of him. Okay, if I'm being

hate myself for ever obsessing over him because he would never take it lightly. He may even have my life ended today. Or even if I wa

llain in every story. But I'm not ready to accept that yet about him. He'd always be the most bea

g his cheek from where I stood and snapped it. God! I can't believe this! I have a picture with h

like I predicted, this obsession that I had for him, turned to be hatred for him. Not in a way that

have a secre

ther I was killed or my life turned upside down. And he'd never know that once, I had been ob

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