LOVE TRAIN: THE HEART OF A WOMAN

‎EPISODE1

I slowly drew close to the helpless man firmly tied to a tree

and removed the piece of cloth used to cover his eyes. He

stared at me with shock and surprise. He couldn't believe his

eyes.

"yes Kelvin. It's me, why are you so surprised huh?" i asked

with an unforgiving smile. His lips quivered, his face coloured

more deeply. Tears instantly melted his eyes.
Unfortunately

none of it moved me. My heart was already made up and

cold.

"Dear me!, Stella i beg of you. What's in your mind?, what are

you planning to do to me?" he managed to ask with trembling

lips. I stared at his youthful body. He was so handsome,

young and charming, but deep inside, he was nothing but a

crook. A cunning b#####d. A gold digger.

I pointed the 9mm gun i held to his face, cocked it and smiled,

"nobody pulls a fast one at me. My face will be the last thing

you will ever see in your miserable life" i threatened with a

laugh while he screamed with all his might. My finger went to

the trigger…….

How did my story with Kelvin begin???

……….

I guess i have to start from the very begining.

……..

My name is stella ****. The only daughter of a popular Imo

state politician. A bonafide orlu daughter, but was born in

florida which equally made me an American citizen.

I grew up in a family of four boys which influenced my life a

great deal. I grew up like a boy and behaved like one until i

became more matured. The only thing that differentiated me

from my siblings was that i did my primary and secondary

education in one of the unity schools in Nigeria while they did

theirs abroad. But i however did my university education in

America. So i really wasn't a novice in Nigeria.

In 2009, i clocked 30 and fully returned to Nigeria with two

degrees, a fat bank account, a hotel in owerri {which was a

gift from my old dad}.

The current governor of my state equally was a close family

friend and his contact was on my speed dial.

Infact i had everything a lady could dream of. Money, respect

and freedom. The only thing that i lacked was a husband, but

it really wasn't as if i cared for one. I was yet to meet the guy

who could command my unwavering respect and loyalty.

I already had experimented with a whole lot of them. Whites,

blacks, french and so on but none gave me the appeal i

wanted. Well all i enjoyed was perhaps the s#x….

Settling down in Owerri however changed my life. I felt i knew

it all, not until i was brainwashed and screwed by a Nigerian

guy. But nobody screws me and lives to make a story out of

it…..

To be continued.‎