EPISODE TWENTY- TWO
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE
(That which you seek, you shall find in abundance)
Black led Solomon into his car and drove off. Midway through the ride, he remembered something and quickly phoned Christian.
“Tell me the job is done,” Christian’s voice came through the line the moment the call connected.
“There’s a problem,” Black began. “I don’t know the full story of how you met your woman, but apparently, he also hired my men to kidnap her and retrieve the money. I didn’t know she was your woman, so I gave them the go-ahead. Now, my men aren’t answering their phones. If you could just—” written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
“Damn you!” Christian cut in furiously and hung up.
“He wouldn’t even let me finish,” Black muttered with a slight chuckle, shaking his head. He turned to glance at the sleeping man beside him. “Shall we go for a long ride?” he smirked, then hit the gas and zoomed off.
Christian rushed out of his office, heading straight to his car. His phone was glued to his ear as he repeatedly dialed Winnie’s number. The line kept ringing, but no one picked up. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Christian felt his blood pressure rising. He kept dialing and redialing Winnie’s number as he sped home, silently praying she was there and safe.
He knew exactly how brutal Black’s men could be—once they kidnapped someone, they didn’t just rough-handle them. If the victim was a woman, they might even molest her before their boss arrived. The thought made his hands grip the steering wheel tighter.
Winnie, on the other hand, was downstairs playing a video game with Angela. Her phone was upstairs, so she had no idea someone was frantically trying to reach her.
“How do you keep killing me every single time?” she whined. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Angela laughed heartily. “Let me enjoy this moment, please! After all the beatings I get from my brother, I deserve this win.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh
Just then, Christian drove in. He didn’t even bother turning off the engine. Bursting into the house, the first thing he heard was laughter echoing from the game room. He followed the sound, and the moment he got to the door—
There she was. Winnie, comfortably seated, laughing and playing video games with his sister.
Relief coursed through Christian, and in that moment, he realized he couldn’t wait any longer. There’s no perfect time to tell someone they mean the world to you—because if you keep waiting for the right moment, it may never come.
He was done being the perfect gentleman. He just wanted to be himself—Christian, the wild playboy—but this time, he was going to play for only one woman for the rest of his life.
He walked over to where Winnie was seated, gently took her by the shoulders, and turned her face toward him.
Winnie blinked in surprise. “Oh, Christian, you’re—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence before he claimed her lips in a deep, unrelenting kiss.
Winnie: “…”
Her eyes flew open in shock. She didn’t know how to react. The game console slipped from her hands. At first, she kissed him back, thinking it was just a quick peck—but Christian wasn’t done.
He didn’t even mind that she wasn’t fully responding. To get her to react, he bit her lower lip gently—and truth be told, Winnie couldn’t resist. She melted into the kiss and kissed him back. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Angela, still in the room, gasped dramatically.
“Ohhh, there’s a single dog here oh! Please don’t tempt me too much in my own house! Guys, someone help—there’s a single dog in here!”
Instead of giving the couple some privacy, Angela kept screaming,
“Guys, I can’t leave this place for you two—I was here first! So go… get a room or something… Hey, bro, you’re kissing her so tight!” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
When Christian slid his hands around Winnie’s waist and gently lowered her onto the sofa, their self-appointed commentator nearly lost it.
“Really, bro? You’re just going to do this to me now? We were in this singlehood together! Okay, sure, you had your fun, but you were still technically single. Now you’re just gonna leave me behind? What happened to ‘siblings for life,’ huh?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Christian finally paused but still didn’t spare his sister a glance. His eyes were locked on Winnie, who was still in shock from being kissed so intensely.
When her eyes met his, she asked breathlessly, “Are you going to tell me what all that was about?”
With a lazy smirk curving at the corner of his lips, he replied, “What do you think?”
Angela gasped again. “Bro, are you—”
“Angela,” Christian cut in calmly, still not looking her way, “shut up and get out. You’re in my way.”
“Is that how you’re playing it now? Fine! It’s all good! I’m going to get my own boyfriend and oppress you two—times ten!” Angela huffed, storming off. Just as she disappeared, she heard her brother call after her.
“Good luck with that!”
Winnie laughed. “Stop teasing your sister so much.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a playful wink.
“Now will you really tell me why you acted that way? I was shocked.”
Their position was incredibly intimate—Winnie leaned back against the sofa while Christian hovered over her, practically lying on top of her.
His fingers tightened around hers, grounding her.
Her eyes locked with his, steady but shadowed with a flicker of fear.
Her lips trembled once before she pressed them together.
“Don’t think about him, Winnie,” Christian said softly. “I would never harm you. I swear it… on my sister’s life.”
His words made her laugh, a warm, genuine sound. “You really do know how to torment your sister, don’t you?”
He shrugged lightly. “That’s because I’d lay down my life for her. She was my whole world… until you came in and took over. But that doesn’t mean I love her any less. I just… I can’t swear on my own life, because I’m already willing to give it—whether it’s to protect her, or you.”
He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and continued,
“I know words might not mean much right now, but I still want to say this: Let me take care of you—the right way. Please?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
She drew in a shaky breath. “I wasn’t thinking about him… I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed.”
“Something happened to me today, and I realized—there’s no such thing as ‘too late’ to do something you’ve always wanted to do,” Christian said, his voice soft but firm. “And I still want to pamper you… the way you truly deserve.”
Silence settled between them like a comforting blanket.
He watched her closely—the way her eyes darted, the way her lips slightly parted. He could see she was at war with her heart and her fears. He just hoped her heart would win.
Winnie’s heart was racing wildly in her chest. She didn’t even know it was still capable of beating like this after everything it had endured. But the way he was looking at her now—as though she were the only thing that mattered, as though he could eat her alive—made her breath hitch, overwhelmed by emotions she thought were long buried. Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.
“With the way you keep staring at me,” she teased, “I think you have another idea of what ‘pampering’ means.”
He laughed heartily, his voice rich and deep. “Any way you want it, baby girl, I’m more than ready.”
She narrowed her eyes playfully, her lips curving into a smile. “The look in your eyes says you’re about to devour me. And I’m not even a snack.”
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, voice low and rough. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
“Oh, but you are,” he whispered. “My favorite snack. One I’ll gladly devour—for the rest of my life.”
Winnie finally decided to throw caution to the wind and go with what her heart was telling her. Damn it, she wasn’t a teenager anymore—she was a woman, nearly thirty—and from everything she’d seen, Christian had been nothing but good to her from the very first day they met. No matter how many times she tried to push him away, he always came back—stronger, more persistent.
Men like that didn’t come around often these days. So she made up her mind to hold on to this one—tightly.
She raised her hand and gently traced the lines of his face as she whispered,
“I hate men who brag but can’t back it up. Your experience with other women? That has nothing to do with me. I’m different.”
Christian closed his eyes for a second, savoring her touch. Her words stirred something deep in him.
“How different?” he asked, his voice husky.
“My body only responds to who it chooses,” she replied in a slow, teasing tone. “Do you have what it takes?”
That was all it took. A fire lit in his eyes—raw, intense, unfiltered desire. The demon in him was unleashed, ready to take what she offered.
But he also knew this wasn’t just another fling. He had to go slow—take his time. Not just to satisfy her, but to show her that everything he’d learned in his wild years wasn’t just about lust. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
It was about knowing how to treasure a woman like her.
“Winnie, you’ll burn if you tease a man like me this way,” he whispered in a low voice, his lips already trailing kisses across her face, down her neckline, and to her chest. His hot breath brushed over her skin as his lips inched closer to her sensitive areas.
Her breath quickened, but she wasn’t done teasing him yet.
“What if I want to burn? What are you going to use?” she whispered, her voice breathless.
With a swift motion, Christian used his teeth to tear the rope that held her top together. When his eyes landed on her chest, the fire in them flared hotter. “Do you want to know what I can do with my tongue?”
“I can’t wait.”
In a dark room, more like the underground of an abandoned warehouse, Solomon slowly opened his eyes, only to realize he was tied to a chair. He tried to free himself, but the ropes were tied too tightly—professionally, even.
“Damn!” he muttered under his breath.
His head pounded like he had been hit repeatedly against a hard Olumo rock, but it was the combination of the alcohol and the brutal impact of whatever drug they’d slipped into his drink. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
The room smelled of chemicals, blood, and rusted iron. It was only then that he realized he’d been kidnapped, when he was actually the one who intended to do the kidnapping. But who could have done this to him?
It definitely wasn’t Winnie. He knew she didn’t have the heart to do something like this. And he was right—Winnie had no idea he’d been taken. She was currently enjoying the best time of her life, in the arms of the man who treasured her. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
But she was no longer alone and helpless. Winnie now had the backing of a deadly network, a force under her command that would harm anyone who dared to look at her the wrong way, let alone lay a hand on her. Solomon had done the worst.
Solomon slowly lifted his head to scan his surroundings, and just as he did, the light flickered on. In that instant, he saw that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone was watching him—leaning against the table, casually playing with a pistol in his hands.
“Finally,” Black yawned nonchalantly, strolling toward him. He grabbed a seat and sat down across from Solomon. “I was starting to get bored.”
“Hello, friend. Nice to meet you again,” Black said with a creepy smile. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Solomon’s eyes widened in shock when he realized who his kidnapper was—the same man he had shared drinks with just a few hours ago.
“It’s you…” Solomon stammered.
“Yes, drinking buddy. It’s me. Welcome to my playground,” Black responded, his smile widening.
“What?” Solomon furrowed his brow, confusion etched across his face. Written by Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.
Black sighed helplessly. “It’s been so long since I played with someone. I was starting to get bored. Now, shall we play?” His eyes glinted with something dangerous. As Solomon stared at him, a cold shiver ran down his spine. He suddenly realized he was in deep trouble—far deeper than he had imagined.
Black was a psychopath, a man who found pleasure in harming others and hearing their cries. But he never harmed the innocent—only the guilty.
To him, helping God pass judgment was fun. After all, he was going to heaven for doing the righteous thing.
To be continued.
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