Life after the wedding. (Belina season2) Episode 1.
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It is an immense pleasure to write to you again,
sharing my story, experiences and lessons. I wrote
to you earlier about my travails and what I went
through before I got married to my prince
charming; my love, my life, my heart, my
everything. You are familiar with the story of how
I was being bullied into a marriage with the ever
arrogant Tunji, how I escaped kidnap from thugs
sent by Tunji and Mr. Badmus into the loving hands
of Prisca’s parents and how they miraculously
turned into biological father and step mother.
After all the traumatic experiences I passed
through and romantic times I had with Richard,
you would expect my life to go on smoothly and
without pot-holes, right? Yeah, I also thought
that way but I later found out that my past is
nothing compared to the obstacles awaiting me.
The things I faced as Mrs. Belina Branson (aka.
Mrs. BB) made me realize that not all stories end in
happily ever after, there are some sad moments
embedded within the story. Did I say ‘some sad
moments’? There are several bitter moments… Did i
My wedding night was the best night of my entire
life, one that I would never forget even when I am
100 years old. It was terrific, superb and
altogether, mind-blowing. Asides the love, care and
pampering, Richard gave me a brand new BMW car as
his wedding gift to me. I had never driven a car so
Richard made it his responsibility to teach me. I,
on the other hand gave Richard a priceless gift
which cannot be purchased with hard currencies. I
had been extremely scared and nervous that night
as I changed into a small lingerie dress in the
matrimonial bathroom. Prisca had asked me to
purchase that blazing red seductive lingerie for
this particular time and now that I had it on, I
was scared to death. My hair was let loose around
my shoulders and I summoned enough courage to
step out of the bathroom. My breath was taken
away instantly as I stared at what was before me;
the room was softly lightened with red light which
transformed everything in the room, giving the
room a highly charged romantic atmosphere. I felt
shaky instantly but the room was not the reason;
Richard sat on the bed with his shirt unbuttoned
looking breathtaking. It was always almost
impossible to resist him, he is so masculine and
during our courtship, it took a lot of self-control
from my end to keep us from going overboard
especially when we were alone. Looking at Richard
now with his muscle-filled chest fully exposed to
my hungry eyes made my fingers tingle and I could
not help but feel protected with him around. I
returned from my reverie (illusion) and noticed
that he was already on his feet and with the way
his eyes bore into me, I instantly felt self
conscious. I remembered my look even without
looking at myself and all I wanted was to escape
from the room in order to breathe properly. I
started picking my manicured fingernails furiously;
something I do whenever I am very nervous. Richard
must have noticed this cos he slowly moved
towards me. Every step he took made me more
nervous and my eyes left my fingers to my toes.
“You err, *coughs* you look dishy”, Richard said
I nodded, unable to say anything at the moment.
He moved closer and raised my chin; I was unable to
meet his eyes and he smiled softly.
“I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to,
heart”, he said softly.
“It’s… it’s not that. It’s just, I am scared and
nervous. I don’t even know what to do”, I said in
a fainted voice looking at his chest.
“Just be yourself honey, I am fine with that”.
I looked into his eyes and smiled shakily, “I don’t
even know how to do that”.
He laughed a little, “why don’t we both follow our
hearts? Right now, I just want to devour you”, he
said teasingly and slowly lowered his lips against
My heart beat accelerated and in a few seconds, my
shyness was out of the window and our instincts
took over. Everything after then was magical and
exquisite but what I would never forget was the
look in his eyes when he severed the barrier
guarding my purity. It was a look of extreme
surprise, adoration and respect. He had asked me
twice during our courtship but I had changed the
subject both times because I wanted it to be a
surprise and my gift to him. With the look in his
eyes, I felt on top of the world and I thanked the
Lord in my heart for helping me hold on till this
It is our second year anniversary and our palace-like
sitting room is filled with people ranging from
parents, siblings, colleagues, friends and so on. It
had been a splendid two years journey and I was so
greatful to God for the man I married. I married
my husband. Love truly is something everyone
should have because there is no happiness that can
rival the one you feel when someone loves you with
all his heart and you love him in return.
I moved from one person to another, welcoming
them in my exquisite gown. My parents, Richard’s
dad, Tony and Prisca, Prisca’s brothers who were
also my step brothers, Mr Badmus and family; and a
host of others were present. I felt so loved and
honored to have all of them with me.
Best Results Hospital (BRH) had now risen from
being the best in Lagos state to being the best in
Nigeria. Its branches now spread across the entire
country maintaining its headquarters in Lagos. Tony
decided to stand on his own two months after our
wedding after much planning and his own hospital
is now making waves. Due to the fame and
connectivity of my husband including of course my
exemplary work in BRH as the great psychologist, I
was now a regular face in the papers, blogs, TV
programmes and what have you. A separate building
has been devoted to handle Psychological cases due
to expansion and regular demands for my attention.
I loved it because I did not really fancy working
together with my husband in the same building –
we would be doing more personal stuff at work…
One thing seems to be the problem though…
“Pat, stop it …… Pat …….” Prisca said as she
moved quickly to grab the breakable furniture with
her one year old daughter. The one year and three
months old Patricia is the exact replica of a doll.
She has excess beauty thanks to her parents, and
just like her mother, she has hair as black as
midnight. She is very lively and energetic that you
miss her when she is not around.
Prisca replaced the furniture and carried Pat the
way only a mother can. I could not contain my
envy. Though two years is nothing compared to the
stories I hear from people, I still feel like I have
spent a whooping ten years without a child.
Bloggers did not miss this emblem thus the
numerous rumors and gossips.
I threw away my blind jealousy and took Patricia
from Prisca, she is just so adorable. By carrying
her, I have a feeling that my child is on the way.
Richard noticed my mood-swing and came to hold
me affectionately. Everyone started ranting about
the display of love not noticing my mood. Just
when the party was about to begin, the door
creaked open and before me stood a stunning woman
who should be in her mid-fifties. Everyone turned
towards her and Richards mood took a downturn.
“What are you doing here?” he yelled.