VINDICTIVE LOVE

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ She was a pulchritudinous wench with an acanthus nose, rounded cheeks, crescent ears, a well-figured shape and a set of gapped teeth. She was fair-skinned and averagely tall. She was a coquette, ill-mannered and impish. She looked decent, so it would take strangers a long period before they discovered who she really was. She even worsened matters because she never wore the clothing of a w***e. She was fondly in gowns that would almost cover her ankles. She was christened Eva in the Catholic church. Eva was twenty-five years old, but she still appeared very young because she ate whatever she wanted. She also worked out when she was privileged. Her best exercises were twist curls and squats because she loved to put on weight. Her skin was glowing, partially hairy and it was not thin. She never had the intention of marrying any man now. She had used and dumped several men in the past few years. The last one was a banker. She promised to marry him and they fixed a day for their secret court marriage. A week before the marriage, she ran away with a huge sum of money which belonged to the banker. She became an outlaw in the city of Florida, so she had to run to Hawaii where she found Henry, the CEO. As she drove the car home, she reminisced on everything that happened at Henry’s house the previous night. She couldn’t believe Henry could be good in bed. The first day they met, it was at a beer. She didn’t notice him. It was Henry that walked up to her and told her that he loved her. She was pestered at first, but everything ceased when Henry told her that he was the chief executive officer of Palm America Insurance Company. How could she miss such a seldom opportunity with a CEO? She gave him a chance and their first making out started that night. She never for once regretted allowing him into her life, though her plans were to kill him and inherit all his properties. The 55-year-old man never knew. He has been spoiling her with love, affection and money. It was just some minutes past eight when she got home. She held her bag and alighted from the car. In front of her was a mansion. It was painted cyan, but some parts like the windows and doors were painted red. The house was so beautiful, to complement the beauty, there were ornamental crops that travelled round the house. The only parts where the ornamental crops couldn’t be found were the swimming pool and the car park. There was also a marquee with a three-sitter and a guard’s house. Initially, the mansion was fenced off, but everything was crashed by a heavy rainstorm. It wasn’t a good experience after the huge amount of money spent on the construction of the fence. As she walked in the direction of the door, she was smiling because of everything that was lingering in her heart. She quickly dipped her hand inside the bag and took out a key. She dipped the key inside the padlock, turned the padlock and the door went open. She was about to open the door when the guard rushed in her direction. “Welcome, ma,” he said. “Miles, thank you. Those outfits look good on you.” “Thanks, boss. Have you received any calls from my boss?” he said, scratching his forehead. “Yeah, I did. He should get here before midday." Miles was euphoric by her utterance. He tried to collect her bag, but she refused. She walked into the house gently. She quickly sat down on one of the couches. It was made from planks dressed with green clothing. The living room was wide enough. It contained several gadgets, both electrical and non-electrical. Pictures, ventilators and bulbs can also be seen. The living room looked dusty and cluttered. She had left the house for the past two weeks, because she never wanted to be lonely at home. When Gilbert told her days ago that he would be coming back home, she had no option than to leave Rachael’s house. Rachael was her best friend right from secondary school. She was married with two children and worked in a financial institution. She was entirely different from her friend because she was hard-working, unlike her friend. She dropped her bag on the marbled floor and quickly undressed herself. Since there was no one with her, she was very comfortable in her tanned b*a and yellow pants. She held her bag, clothes and pair of shoes as a mad woman or possessed woman would clutch them. She quickly walked in the direction of the stairway. She managed to ascend the stairs because she was famished already. When she got to her room, she kept everything she was clutching on the marbled floor. She quickly opened the wardrobe and removed a blue skirt and a purple polo. The room was beautiful and well arranged. The concreted walls were painted yellow. All the furniture inside the room looked dusty. She was removing her wristwatch when her phone rang. She smiled as she glanced through the screen of the phone as if she was about to receive a call from heaven. The euphoria that had occupied her heart was indescribable. “Hi, Henry!” she said and paused for her caller to reply. She quickly sighed and yawned simultaneously. Henry asked whether she was home already and she replied to him. As they talked, they laughed from different ends. She said goodbye and cut the call. She dropped the phone on the bed and stood up. She covered her hairstyle with a pink scarf and dashed out of the room. She pondered on what to cook. She muttered some words to herself and acceded to cooking spaghetti because Gilbert would arrive anytime soon. She wore her apron and started the cooking. She ensured that the ignited fire was burning before she left the kitchen. On a normal day, she would never tidy the house while cooking, but she had no option because she was expecting her father. It would also be a bad thing for Gilbert to meet the house dirty. She held the rag and started dusting the sofas and other furniture. When everything was clean again, she started tidying the clutter, she sang rhymes alongside her. She picked up the dirtied rag and sauntered in a direction. She was inside the kitchen when she heard the buzzing sound of the buzzer. She quickly clutched the napkin and took the hot pot off the ignited fire. She put off the stove and walked in the direction of the entryway. She walked slowly into the sitting room and opened the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone other than Gilbert. She smiled as she saw an old man in his early 50s. He was tall and handsome. He was putting on a blue long-sleeved shirt which had inscriptions and a pair of black trousers. In his hands were a jacket and a briefcase which he clutched. “Welcome, dad,” Eva said, exposing her gapped teeth. “Thanks, darling,” Gilbert said. He was about to enter the house when Eva collected his briefcase. Eva closed the door and both father and child walked in the direction of the clothed couches. Eva asked what soft drink Gilbert would love to drink, but Gilbert wasn’t in the mood to take anything. He said he wasn’t thirsty. “If you insist, dad. How was the journey to Hawaii?” “It was damn okay. I hope you never missed me?” “What sort of a question is that? You know I will always miss you. We've come a long way together,” Eva said and hovered her eyelashes. “I miss you too. I need some zizz now.” “Yes, I know. But you have to eat at least three spoonfuls of spaghetti.” “The zizz is more important now.” “If you insist, dad.” Gilbert stood up from the couch, he clutched his jacket and briefcase and walked in the direction of the stairway. Eva gazed at him, but later took her gaze off his direction when he was out of sight. It was three days now since Gilbert arrived back in Hawaii. He was putting on his eyeglasses and reading through the texts in a newspaper when Eva walked up to him. Eva told him that she wanted to go to the mall. Gilbert took his gaze from the newspapers as if he was forced to do that. “We have everything we need, so what's your motive?” “I need to change my wardrobe, get myself beautiful artificial hair and make-up kit. The ones I have are outdated already.” She was already seated beside Gilbert. “It’s alright. Ensure you come home very fast.” “Yes, I will. The shopping won’t last for two hours.” Eva stood up from the couch. She clutched her bag from the table and walked in the direction of Gilbert. He pecked him on the forehead and faced the direction of the door. When she got outside, the sun was already out. She was the type of person that hated the radiation from the sun, because it was always too hot on her and it caused her to breathe profusely. She could have helped herself with an umbrella, but she forgot it inside her room. She entered the car and wore the seatbelt. She removed her pair of sunglasses from her bag and wore them. She had no vision defects. She wore sunglasses for fashion's sake and to reduce the reflection from the sun.