Beautifully ugly episode 33 – finale
Beautifully Ugly
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Final episode
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♀️ Mr. Clifford’s Mansion ♀️
He hurried to the restroom and still found nothing there.
“VERONICA!,” He yelled furiously and his wife appeared almost immediately,
“Yes my lord,” she responded fearfully,
“You said they are in here, now I would like for you to do me a little favor, just show me where they’re, possibly I may have suddenly developed an eye problem,” Mr. Clifford commanded smirkingly,
His wife in disbelief searched everywhere including the restroom and the wardrobe but still found nothing,
But I’m sure they entered here, when they finished their lunches, they headed upstairs,” she elucidated skeptically,
“If you say they’re here, show me where they are, “Mr. Clifford’s voice vibrated the whole building as he yelled loudly and gave her a thunderous slap, the force he applied was so strong that Mrs. Veronica fell backward and would have smashed her head on the tiled floor if she hadn’t fallen on Belinda’s bed.
“You st*pid woman, bringing you into my house was and still the worse mistake I will regret perpetually,” he yelled and slammed the door leaving Mrs. Veronica curled up as she sobbed bitterly on Belinda’s bed.
“When will this be over?” She asked herself as more tears trailed down her cheeks.
“Am I God that molds children?
I suffered when I had no child, now that I have, I still suffer because I didn’t give birth to a male child.
Why are men like this?
Why do they always lay the problem of infertility on their Wives?
Why does it seem so hard for them to get this, we’re not God that gives children.
These thoughts made her sob endlessly,
The photo frame of Belinda when she was 5 that hung on the wall brought her back to reality when her eyes fell on them.
“What is really happening,” she queried confusedly,
But I’m sure Belinda and a boy came into this house, how could I have let them in without even recalling the face from anywhere before and how were they able to leave this building without even stepping out of the room?
Hmmm, I really don’t understand what’s going on,
These thoughts quenched her Tears as she sat on one edge of the bed with the left palm on her jaw.
Could it be that he had some evil power he used to manipulate every one of us?
She was still lost in thoughts when the door flew open and his husband stepped in maniacally,
The look on his face was more dangerous than she’d ever seen before.
She was still adjusting to know what he was up to when he pointed a pistol at her, placed the index finger on the trigger, and was ready to bl*w out her brain.
“It’s time to take you out of my Life,” he smirked and tightened his grip on the pistol.
He was just about to pull the trigger when a knock came on the door,
“Yes, Who is that b*stard?” Mr. Clifford inquired angrily.
“It’s me pastor Jude,” the voice sounded calm and Mr. Clifford quickly hid the pistol under the bed, told her wife to clean her face before he opened the door,
Sir, we need to be somewhere right now, it’s very urgent.
*Prosper*
Why is this life so mysterious, why is it just so unpredictable?
Who would tell me that my mum was responsible for my father’s d*ath that I would not strangle to d*eath?
My sight was blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
I could barely see the face of anyone as my eyes turned gloomy and ready to pour,
I was indeed happy to see that my mum wasn’t dea d but the pain of getting to know she was responsible for my father’s d eath was more severe.
“Just calm down, this isn’t the end ok?” Belinda whispered to my Left ear.
“Let’s hear her own side of the story first before concluding anything, “Lucy also whispered to my right ear.
I had many questions to ask then, what brought my uncle to our place?
Who was Nimue?
And so on, but I just decided to start with the most important which was how and why my mum murdered my dad.
“I,” my mum finally found her voice and we listened attentively,
“I didn’t purposely plan to k*ll him, it was an accident and Nimue was the cause of everything,
“Nimue? We Chorused in unison making my mum a bit skeptical,
“Mum, who is Nimue?” I asked expectantly,
“After 2yrs of living with your father, there was no sign of pregnancy,
The situation made me so worried, we moved from hospitals to churches in search of a child but still got none.
“Your reproductive organs are well equipped, your health state shows you’re fit for children, your problem can’t be solved medically, please refer to other alternatives, ”
That was exactly what the last doctor we visited said.
My husband wasn’t really complaining but his people made life unbearable for me,
Whenever His mother come around, she would tell me to start putting on male wears cuz nothing differed me from one,
His father would tell me to pick up the hoe and follow him to the farm that I am just his fellow man,
I cried night and day,
Sobbing was my breakfast and lunch,
weeping served as my dinner and my supposed slumbering night could only be defined by pain and agony,
That faithful day, my husband had gone out and there was no one else in the house, I sat on the veranda of our house with my left hand on my jaw thinking about life.
Then suddenly, I started feeling a presence,
I looked everywhere but saw nothing but I knew assuredly that I was not alone.
Out of fear, I stood up and scurried inside the house, closed the door to the room and sat on the bed,
Then I started feeling the presence again, I quickly got up and made to leave but the door refused to open,
“Do not panic, woman for I come in peace and good tidings with me,
I looked back and beheld Nimue sitting on the bed,
Though, by then I was yet to know her name.
“Who are you?” I asked fearfully,
I am Nimue, the great goddess that wipes the tears of many with her ever-caring palm.
Cry no more for your greatest desire has been granted.
Weep no more for your bowel has been satisfied to yield abundantly
To cut the story short, Nimue forecasted the conception of Prosper and it happened just as she said it.
The day I was delivered of him was a very happy one, my husband leaped in Joy,
His father and mother were also not exempted from the celebration.
They even apologized for how they treated me and admitted they were just yearning for their son to produce someone that would continue the lineage.
The name PROSPER was even given by my late husband’s father
Some years after Prosper’s birth,
I took in again and put to bed a baby girl,
She was 1 year old when I was confirmed to be carrying another,
That was exactly when the whole trauma unfolded.
Nimue appeared to me and demanded a sacrifice in return for what she did for me.
I asked what she needed and she said, my husband.
I refused because I loved my husband so much,
but Nimue threatened to k*ll my son if I don’t take my husband’s life.
I even begged her to take my own l*fe instead but she refused.
I Loved my son and husband so much that I didn’t want to lose any of them,
So I decided to seek divine assistance.
I took Prosper and my little baby to a church that faithful day and begged the pastor to pray for us.
We were eventually prayed for and liberated from Nimue but it was already too late,
When we returned to the house, my husband was no more,
And till today, my husband’s brother believes I was responsible for his death, why?
Because Nimue used my face to m*rder my beloved husband.
But I wasn’t even in the house. ”
I could see tears gushing out of my mum’s eyes as she completed her narration.
“Hmmm, now we all know it wasn’t her fault,” Belinda announced in a calm voice.
” Prosper, meet me in the backyard, we need to discuss something very important,”
Lucy whispered to me and I was just about to go with her to the backyard when two tinted range Rover sport zoomed into our compound at great speed followed by a police Van.
“Prosper let’s go,” Lucy said as people in classy attires hastily hopped out of the cars.
Mum, Dad, how did you get here, “Belinda asked surprisedly and I knew her parents were amongst,
“Hey hold it right there,” one of them I assumed to be a pastor echoed authoritatively and scurried toward us,
“And who are you to give such command?” Lucy fired back and I could see her eyeballs slowly turning red.
“What’s going on now? I asked in confusion,
I’m a nobody,
but the God I serve is the BOSS of all bosses,
He’s the KING of all kings,
The LORD Of all Lords.
The creator of the whole universe.
The ever-reigning KING.
The unchangeable GOD.
At the mention of His name, every knee bows.
The man was still speaking when Lucy suddenly lost balance and fell backward,
Aaaargh fire, fire,” she screamed as she rolled up and down on the ground,
” What’s the problem? “I asked and meant to touch her but the man I assumed to be a pastor told me not to,
“I will confess, I will confess, please spare my life,” she cried loudly and I couldn’t fathom what was really going on.
“Confess in the name of JESUS,” the man commanded,
“I, I,” I have been into witchcraft for so many years,” she confessed and everyone exclaimed in shock,
I bewitched the principal and made him concur with whatever I said.
My parents and siblings died as a result of my practice,
I’m currently living with my mum’s sister and she’s even barren because of me.
I was tasked to bring innocent blood of a teenage boy in order for me to be crowned the princess in the secret kingdom.
The very first day I set my eyes on Prosper, my spirit told me he was the chosen one.
, I would have taken him a long time ago but the only thing that saved him was that he didn’t fall in love with me.
I have been hunting him since then but always got interrupted by Belinda.
I made it seem like I saved him from Nimue’s hand in ghastus cave but I was only bringing him closer for execution.
Even as we were here, I whispered to him” follow me to the backyard,
if he’d followed me, I would have disappeared with him to our secret kingdom where we would have carried out the operation.
“I’m sorry,
When she completed her narration, I sat down on the sandy ground,
Why me, why? What’s so special about me? Hmmm.
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“What an adventurous Life,” I exclaimed as I sat in the school garden cooling off my feet in the beautiful blue pool.
I could still freshly recall how everything ended that faithful day,
The pastor’s prayers delivered Lucy and Belinda from the evil power they operated with.
“Rosemary, Mr. Clifford called and stared at my mum with a surprised look.
“Clifford,” my mum called and rubbed across her eyes in disbelief.
Is this really you? I thought they said you were a victim of the fire incident that occurred many years ago,” my mum asked again,
Mr. Clifford happens to be my mum’s biological brother, which means Belinda is my cousin,
Hmmm, it was really sad for me but I just had to rejoice cuz there was a lot to be happy about.
I now live in the same house as Belinda.
“Hey, Prosper,” Lucy called as she approached with Belinda.
Oh, I haven’t mentioned that I forgave her that Day and we continued our friendship.
“Hi,” I echoed back with a sheepish smile.
They removed their shoes and sat beside me on the edge of the pool, (Belinda on the right-hand side and Lucy on the Left)
Peering at their glowing feet that floated beautifully In the water made me feel so exhilarated.
“This life sef, I can’t believe that strika is no more,” I uttered with a sad look,
“Such is life,” Belinda added,
guys please I have another confession to make, “Lucy said and I adjusted skeptically,
I was responsible for the explosion that took strika and his men’s Life in the car.
I did it to save bright future academy.
“This Lucy really has a lot to say,” I muttered in my heart,
Well, glory be to God that everything was settled peacefully,
Right now,
I am studying for better days.
Breaking News.
The face behind the name ponzi Sakura has been has been identified and arrested alongside with son Paul a student of bright future academy for allegedly making away with people’s money.
That’s what I came across while surfing my new iphone, so ponzi Sakura that claimed to be a money multiplier was even the father of Paul that treated me so bad during my first day in bright future academy.
Hmmm..
THE END
© Esomchy