Rita thought she had finally found the man who saw her heart. Prince swept into her life with roses, whispered prayers, and promises too sweet to resist.Their first night behind closed doors, his lips brushed hers once, then again, deeper, hungrier. Rita’s breath caught as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him.“Say you’re mine,” he whispered against her mouth.“I’m yours,” she breathed, trembling.His smile was wicked, his kiss consuming, leaving her dizzy, burning, and utterly undone in his arms. Heat pooled between her thighs; she couldn’t resist. When he laid her down, her body answered his without hesitation. Skin against skin, raw and unfiltered, the friction left her gasping. His hands knew how to claim, his lips knew how to devour, and when he moved inside her, it was as though the world outside ceased to exist.The passion was intoxicating, his rhythm relentless, his whispers like fire in her ear. She let him take her, own her, make her forget herself in a storm of pleasure that left her breathless and trembling.When he asked for forever, how could she say no? He had already made her body surrender; now her heart followed. He made her feel chosen, cherished, destined for a fairytale she never dared to dream.But love that burns too brightly can also blind. Behind Prince’s charm lies a shadow Rita cannot ignore, a possessiveness that feels like protection, a tenderness that sometimes cuts like glass.The closer she leans into him, the more she wonders: is this passion… or a prison wrapped in silk?She married a man who calls himself her everything.Now she must discover if she gave her heart to her soulmate…or to a master of deception.

“I’m travelling. I won’t come back.”At first, it sounded like a joke.Just one of those offhand comments university students say when they’re tired of school, life, or everything in between. But for Sarah, those words were real, a quiet, chilling prophecy of what was to come. In the heart of a Nigerian university, four girls formed a sisterhood, calling themselves the Powerpuff Girls. But as life happened and semesters wore on, only two remained tightly bonded Peace and Sarah. Sarah wasn’t the loudest or the boldest, but she had a gentle loyalty that spoke volumes. Her love was quiet, helping you when you forgot your documents, waiting with you after lectures, praying when no one knew what to say. She was an orphan but she built family wherever she was. In their third year, while preparing for their crucial professional exams, Peace began noticing strange things. Sarah's health was visibly declining. Her breath carried a disturbing scent. Her weight dropped. She grew quieter, sadder. But she also became… generous. Too generous. She started paying strangers’ transport fares, buying snacks for everyone, and insisting on clearing small debts no one asked her to worry about. When she refused a free meal, saying she didn’t want to owe. No one could understand her urgency. Then came the last Friday. On the day of their viva exams, she told someone, “I’m hungry,” but still declined a free snack. Instead, she went behind everyone’s back and paid for it herself. She said again: “I’m travelling. I won’t come back.” By Saturday night, she was gone. Buried before anyone could see her face.No wake. No funeral. No closure.This memoir unfolds from the raw heart of her closest friend, who still hears whispers that told her to visit Sarah that final day, a whisper she ignored.In this deep moving true story, Sarah takes you on a journey through grief, guilt, friendship, faith and the strange space between life and what lies beyond. It is not just a story of death. It is a story of all the quiet things we miss before it happens and all the things we carry afterwards.