Centenary Driving School

Centenary Driving School P.O. Box 37581 Kampala Uganda +256782204850/ +256759204850 CDS, together with its partners aim at addressing the problem of road carnage by the year 2022.

Centenary Driving School Limited (CDS) is a Ugandan based start up automotive training institution dedicated to extending affordable and contemporary driving skills to Ugandan individual and institutional drivers in order to tremendously reduce road accidents resulting from ill trained drivers. The company that started its operations at the beginning of 2011 as a sole business and incorporated at

the beginning of 2012 with only one motor vehicle currently has six vehicles distributed in three branches
Annoying of all this is that when a road accident occurs, it is all blamed on driving schools yet a big number of Ugandan drivers do not learn from driving schools. It is against this that the government through the ministry of Works and transport has stepped out to vigorously regulate driver training

18/08/2026

MY SPEC, MY HEADACHE

WRITTEN BY TIMELESS TALES ✍️

Episode 16

Sonia remained quiet for a few seconds. Then she finally replied. "Alright, Christian. I will resign from the cleaning company. I will use the money you paid me to start my own business."

Christian smiled.
"That's a good idea. I will also help you set up the business okay"he said

Sonia quickly replied.
"No, you don't have to."

"I want to.. After all, you are doing me a very big favor. It's not easy pretending to be my girlfriend. So, let me help you." Christian said

Sonia smiled brightly.
"Alright. Thank you sir." She acknowledged.

"You're welcome" Christian said.

Deep inside Sonia heart, she was overjoyed.
"God, I can't believe my crush is offering to help me start a business. Maybe this agreement is the beginning of something beautiful."
The following morning, Sonia went to Bright Spark Cleaning Services.................

She walked into the manager office.
"Good morning, sir." She greeted politely.

The manager looked up."Good morning, Sonia. How are you doing?" He asked.

Sonia smiled politely.
"Sir I'm doing good..." She replied.

"Alright" the manager said

"Uhm.. Sir I have come to resign." she said

The manager looked surprised.
"Resign! But why do you want to resign?"he asked.

Sonia replied,
"Sir. I have gotten some money to start my own business. So I won't be able to continue working here."

The manager smiled.
"That's good news. I'm happy for you. I pray your business grows bigger than you imagine."he said.

"Amen, sir." Sonia replied.

"You have been a good worker." The manager said

"And you too sir, you have been a good boss" Sonia replied.

"Thank you dear. I wish you success in all you do." He said.

"Amen, sir."

After discussing with the manager. Sonia went to see her colleagues.

Immediately she entered the office Miriam said to her. "So... it's official? You are working with us again"

Sonia nodded her head.
"Yes." She replied.

Miriam cried then hugged her happily.
"I'm really happy for you Sonia. Please don't forget me when you become a rich businesswoman oo."

"And us as well" the others said.

Sonia laughed.
"I can never forget you all." She replied.
Back at Christian mansion...

Christian stood in front of his wardrobe, choosing what to wear for the dinner with his father.

Then Sonia crossed his mind.
"Wait. What about Sonia..I'm sure she doesn't have the kind of outfits she needs for tonight. I can't take her to that dinner wearing ordinary clothes."

He quickly picked up his phone and called Sonia. But the call wasn't answered and this made him upset.
A few minutes later...
Sonia got home.
She dropped her handbag on the bed. Then unzipped the bag and brought out her phone. She unlocked the phone then saw Christian missed call. Her eyes widened.

"Ah! I missed Christian call...My phone was inside my handbag. No wonder I didn't hear it ring." She thought.

Then, she immediately called Christian back.
The phone rang...
But Christian didn't answer the call.
She called again. Still no answer. She called a third time yet he didn't answer the call.

Sonia sighed. "Hmm..."
"Why isn't he answering the calls?"

A few seconds later, her phone vibrated.
It was a text message from Christian.

It reads: "Come over to my house now. I want to take you to a boutique."

Sonia smiled before typing a reply.
"If you won't answer my calls, then I'm not coming."

At the mansion...
Christian read the message and smiled.

"See this girl o. So she can talk back too?Well... I'm only doing this because of dad."

He pressed the call button.

Sonia phone rang immediately.
When she saw Christian calling, she smiled and answered the call happily.
"Hello, Chris."

"Just come over. I'm waiting for you."

Without giving her the chance to say anything else, Christian ended the call.

Sonia looked at her phone and laughed.
"Arrgh. Mr silent treatment."

She quickly changed into another dress, picked up her handbag and left for Christian mansion.
When she arrived, Christian was already waiting outside.

"Let's go." He said.

He opened the car door for her.

"Thank you." Sonia said and entered the car.
Christian close the door and then turned around to the driver side and hopped into the car.

He drove to one of the biggest luxury boutiques in Abuja.................

Inside the boutique, the attendants welcomed Christian and Miriam cheerfully.

Christian helped Sonia select beautiful outfits, handbags, shoes and matching accessories.

Sonia looked at the price tags and screamed.
"Chris!"

Christian turned to her, "Yes" he replied.

"These clothes are too expensive." She said.

Christian smiled and replied to her, "Sonia you need them. From now until my father returns to London, you will be appearing beside me. I don't want my girlfriend to be dressed anyhow."

"Okay." Sonia said.

After paying for everything, they left the boutique.

Christian dropped Sonia outside her apartment.

"I will pick you up for dinner later." He said.

"Okay." She replied and stepped down from the car..................

It was already evening. Sonia took her bath and carefully arranged all the new clothes on her bed. She kept comparing them, wondering which one would look best.

Just then..."Knock! Knock!"

She approach the door and opened the door.

"Miriam please come in."

Miriam entered the room with a wide smile.

"Latest big lady in town!"

Sonia burst into laughter.
"Abegi. Miriam stop teasing me."

Miriam looked at the expensive clothes lined up on the bed.

"See your life nah. God has really turned things good around for you. I think I should also find one handsome celebrity to be crushing on. Who knows? Maybe my own miracle is waiting for me on TV too."

The two ladies laughed loudly.

Just then...
Sonia phone began to ring. She looked at the screen and saw it was Christian calling.

She quickly answered the call.
"Hello, Chris..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

21/07/2026

The Fake Visa
Episode Ten

Vicky was still trapped in the brightly lit building. The sound of the security guards running and shouting made her feel extreme panic. She was busy thinking frantically about how to escape.

"I must find a way out," she told herself. "If they catch me now, I am dead."

She moved quickly through the hallway, searching desperately for any exit that wasn't locked. She knew that every second she spent hiding meant she was getting closer to being found and captured by the wicked woman’s workers.

The security team was highly effective and they were searching for her everywhere in the large hotel. Vicky was now completely exposed because of the restored electricity. She rushed to a balcony on the third floor and looked down. The ground looked so far away.

The height was too much for her to jump safely. She imagined breaking her leg or her neck if she tried. She could not summon the courage to jump from a three-storey building.

"Jumping will kill me faster than staying here", she decided.

She could not just stay in one place for them to catch her. She knew the security men would soon find her hiding spot. She decided to risk the stairs. She pulled the white doctor's coat tighter around her body and started moving downstairs, descending the wide staircase as fast as she could.

She had to pretend to be a busy doctor or staff member who was rushing to solve the power problem. She moved with speed and a nervous energy she did not know she possessed.

Just as Vicky reached the second floor, something amazing happened. It was like a miracle sent from God. The lights in the entire building went off again! The power was gone for the second time. Everyone in the building shouted in shock and anger at the sudden darkness. But Vicky knew this chaos was her only and last chance to escape.

"Thank you, God!" she thought. The darkness gave her instant cover.

In the pitch-black, Vicky ran down the rest of the stairs. She pushed through people who were panicking and shouting in the dark. She passed several hotel security guards who were holding flashlights and scrambling to find out what happened to the electricity.

But because of her white lab coat disguise and the deep darkness, they did not recognize her. They just thought she was one of the medical staff running to help.

Soon, she was downstairs on the ground floor. She did not waste time looking for the main gate, knowing it was locked. Instead, she rushed to the back of the hotel. She could hear the shouts and the heavy metal locks on the main entrance. She ran to the rear perimeter wall, looking for a weak spot. The wall was high, but there was a stack of old boxes that gave her some footing.

"I will climb and jump. That's my only chance." Vicky said.

She climbed quickly onto the boxes and then grabbed the top of the wall. With a final burst of adrenaline, she pulled her body over the top and dropped down hard on the other side. She had successfully jumped the fence. She stood up, dusty and bruised, and found herself on the narrow, quiet streets of Lome, the capital city of Togo. She was free from the wicked people, alone in a foreign city.

Vicky ran until she found a quiet corner and hid until morning. The next day, she immediately located the Nigerian Embassy. She stumbled inside, crying and telling her unbelievable story to the staff there.

They listened, confirmed the terrible truth of the org.an harvesting syndicate, and immediately began the process of helping her. After several days of paperwork and security checks, she was finally put on a plane and returned home to Nigeria.

That was how Vicky almost lost her life and her organs in the search for greener pastures. She returned home with nothing but the clothes on her back and the terrible memories of the forest and the hotel.

She knew she had to get justice. She immediately went to the police and, with their help, located the office of the wicked visa agent, Amilo. She made sure the police went with her.

Amilo was shocked when he saw Vicky alive and with the police. He was immediately arrested for scamming people and running a kidnapping ring. He was sent to jail a few months later. Vicky lost everything, but she regained her life and ensured that the wicked agent could not harm anyone else.

"I made it out alive. That is what truly matters," she decided.

The End.

17/07/2026

SWEET TEMPTATION

EPISODE 9

"I Was Drunk and Mistakenly Took My Gateman to My Bedroom, Thinking He Was My Husband..."

"Who is she to you?" I asked.

He kept stammering, so I urged him to speak with confidence because, after all, I was his boss's wife.

"She is my..." he hesitated before continuing. "First of all, she is not my girlfriend. She is my younger sister. My brothers and sisters depend on this job so they can continue going to school."

I was completely shocked. I had no idea she was actually his sister.

"So, you're the one paying their school fees?" I asked, feeling impressed.

"Yes, madam. I have to do my best for them."

At that moment, my heart changed. I had always disliked the young lady because I believed she was his girlfriend, only to discover she was simply his younger sister.

Immediately, I decided to become friendly with her. Maybe if she liked me, she would also help her brother see me differently. That was the little plan I quietly kept to myself.

"So, when is she coming to visit again?" I asked.

"Visit... us?" he repeated with surprise.

"Yes, us," I smiled. "Your sister is like a younger sister to me too."

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"When she comes next time, please let me know."

"Alright, madam," he replied respectfully.

As the days passed, my pregnancy was becoming more obvious, and fear refused to leave my heart. I prayed silently every single day that my baby would not resemble the biological father too much.

The truth was one secret I could never allow anyone to discover.

In my heart, I knew Shawai, our gateman, was the biological father of the child I was carrying. That painful reality made me realize that money was not everything in life. A good heart and genuine love were priceless.

If my husband ever suspected the truth, I knew there would be serious consequences. Shawai's life would be ruined, and my own marriage would fall apart in public shame.

That was why I decided to guard the secret with everything I had.

I couldn't even tell Shawai himself. Neither could I tell my own sister, the person I usually shared every secret with.

Another thing kept troubling my mind.

My husband was very fair in complexion. I had a glowing chocolate skin tone, while Shawai was very dark.

What if the baby looked exactly like the biological father?

The thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night.

After making up my mind to keep everything buried inside my heart, I slowly changed the way I treated Shawai. I became more interested in knowing the kind of person he really was.

One afternoon, I asked him,

"Shawai, tell me something. Did you go to school?"

"Yes, madam."

"What did you study?"

"Biochemistry."

"Really?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Up to what level?"

"I completed my first degree."

"What?" I almost screamed in disbelief. "You have a university degree, yet you're working as a gateman?"

He smiled humbly before answering.

"Madam, working for you and your husband as both the gateman and the night watchman pays better than many jobs I applied for. You know this is Africa. Imagine a white-collar job offering only sixty thousand francs, while working here earns me more than two hundred thousand. I also have a family depending on me."

I slowly nodded my head.

"You are right."

"Yes, madam," he replied. "Right now, my family's survival comes first."

His words touched my heart deeply.

For the first time, I truly understood the sacrifices he had made and why he carried himself with so much humility despite being highly educated.

But as my delivery date drew closer, one fear continued to grow stronger inside me.

No matter how carefully I hid the truth, I couldn't stop wondering if one day my biggest secret would finally come to light.

Do you think she can end up with the gateman?

Written by: © Gambo Elvis
All Rights Reserved. Don't Copy.

TBC...

07/03/2026

The Sugar Daddy Contract - Episode 14

Kelvin sat alone in his office long after most of the staff had left the building for the day. The large glass windows behind him revealed the glowing lights of the city spreading across the night like scattered stars, but he barely noticed the view. His attention remained fixed on the papers spread across his desk.

The printed financial records from earlier that morning lay neatly arranged in front of him. Kelvin had gone through them several times already, yet each time he read them, new questions formed in his mind.

A story by Jb Da Silva Usman

The payments were too large to ignore.
They were not labeled as salaries, bonuses, or company incentives. They were simply listed under executive disbursement authorizations, each signed personally by his father.

Kelvin leaned back slowly in his chair and folded his arms. It did not make sense.
His father was a very careful businessman. Every payment that left the company accounts usually had a clear purpose and a detailed explanation. Yet these payments to Zara were vague and almost hidden within the system.

Kelvin picked up one of the papers again.
One transaction alone was enough to buy a small house. Why would his father give such an amount to his personal assistant?

Kelvin’s mind began replaying every moment he had shared with Zara inside the company. He remembered the way some employees used to whisper whenever she passed by. At the time he had assumed they were simply jealous of her closeness to the chairman. Now he was no longer sure. He rubbed his jaw slowly.

Something about this entire situation felt deeper than he had originally believed. It was no longer just about his father disapproving of his relationship with Zara.
There was history there. History his father had carefully hidden. Kelvin stood up and walked toward the window, staring out at the quiet city streets below. The night air pressed softly against the glass as he rested his hands on the frame. He had two options. He could confront his father again and demand answers. Or he could continue investigating quietly.

Kelvin already knew which option would give him the truth. His father was too skilled at avoiding questions. If Kelvin wanted real answers, he would have to find them himself.

The next morning, Kelvin arrived at the company earlier than usual again. The building was still waking up for the day, with cleaners moving through the hallways and security guards greeting the few early staff members.

Kelvin walked straight to the human resources department. The HR manager, a middle-aged woman named Mrs. Banjo, looked surprised to see him so early.

“Good morning, Mr. Kelvin,” she said politely. “Good morning.” “What can I do for you?” Kelvin leaned casually against the desk. “I just need to review a few old employee files.” Mrs. Banjo nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”

She walked toward a locked cabinet at the back of the office and pulled out several folders before placing them on the table.

Kelvin began flipping through the files slowly, pretending to browse randomly, but his real focus remained on one name.
Zara. Eventually he found the file.

Her employment documents were neatly arranged inside. Her application letter, her interview evaluation, and the official employment contract that had made her the chairman’s personal assistant.
Kelvin frowned slightly as he read the interview evaluation page.
The remarks written there surprised him.
“Candidate shows excellent communication skills but limited corporate experience.”

Kelvin read that sentence twice.
Limited corporate experience? Then how had she been selected for such a sensitive position directly under the chairman?

Most companies would never give such a role to someone with limited experience.
Kelvin flipped to the next page.
Another note caught his attention.
“Appointment approved directly by the Chairman.”

Kelvin slowly closed the file. Now he understood something important.
Zara had not gone through the normal recruitment process. His father had personally selected her. And suddenly Kelvin remembered something Zara had said the day she was fired.
“It’s complicated.”

At the time he had assumed she was simply avoiding the conversation. Now he began to wonder if she had been trying to protect him from the truth. Kelvin thanked the HR manager and left the department quietly. As he walked back toward his office, he noticed two junior staff members whispering near the elevator.

They immediately fell silent when they saw him approaching. Kelvin stopped.
“You two,” he said calmly. The young employees turned nervously. “Yes sir.”
Kelvin looked at them carefully.
“You worked closely with the chairman’s office, right?” They exchanged glances before nodding. “Yes sir.” Kelvin kept his voice casual.

“Did Zara ever have problems with anyone in the office?” The two employees hesitated again. One of them finally spoke.
“Not exactly sir… but…” Kelvin raised an eyebrow. “But what?” The man shifted slightly. “Some people used to say she was… very close to the chairman.”
Kelvin felt his stomach tighten slightly.
“Close how?” The employee immediately shook his head. “Sir, it was just gossip. People talk a lot in offices.” Kelvin nodded slowly. “I understand.”

He dismissed them and continued walking toward his office. But their words stayed with him. Very close to the chairman.
Kelvin sat at his desk and stared at the wall for a long time. A disturbing thought slowly formed in his mind.

What if his father’s refusal had nothing to do with social status or company rules?
What if the reason was something far more personal? Kelvin immediately pushed the thought away. No. That was impossible. His father would never—
But the financial records flashed in his mind again. The private payments. The secret approvals. The direct recruitment.
Kelvin leaned forward and buried his face in his hands.

The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to form a picture he did not want to see.
Meanwhile, across the city, Zara sat quietly inside a small rented room she had managed to find after leaving the estate house. The room was nothing like the luxurious place she had grown used to.
The walls were plain. The furniture was minimal. But at least it was somewhere to sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed holding her phone, staring at Kelvin’s contact name on the screen. He had called her several times since the day she left the company. She had not answered any of the calls. Not because she did not want to hear his voice. But because she knew hearing it would make everything harder.

Kelvin deserved the truth. But telling him the truth would destroy him. Zara lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted back to the night she had first signed the contract with Chief Raymond.

At the time, she had convinced herself it was simply a temporary arrangement.
Five years of comfort. Five years of security. After that, she would start her life again. She had never imagined she would fall in love with Kelvin. And she had never imagined that love would cost her everything. Her phone suddenly vibrated in her hand. Kelvin was calling again. Zara stared at the screen for a long moment.
Then slowly… she declined the call.

Back at the office, Kelvin looked down at his phone in frustration when the call ended again. He knew she was avoiding him. But that only made him more determined. Kelvin opened his laptop and typed Zara’s name into the company’s internal archives once more. This time he searched deeper. Old company travel records. Meeting schedules. Private bookings approved by the chairman.
And then suddenly, one document appeared on the screen that made his heart stop. A private travel authorization from a year ago.
Destination: Dubai.
Passengers: Chief Raymond and Zara.

Kelvin stared at the screen in disbelief.
His hands slowly tightened into fists.
That trip had happened during the same time Zara had first joined the company.
Why would his father take his newly appointed personal assistant on an international trip so quickly?

Kelvin leaned back slowly in his chair.
The truth was getting closer. Closer than he had expected. And somewhere deep inside him, a quiet fear began to grow.
Because if his suspicions turned out to be correct… The woman he loved… And the man he trusted most in the world… Might be connected in a way that could destroy all three of them.

👉 To be continued in Episode 15

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04/03/2026

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03/03/2026

My husband called me a pr******te and dumped me for another woman—after he forced me to sleep with his boss just so he could get a promotion.

Episode 33

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The guards stood still, unsure whether to move the lifeless b0dy on the ground.
Even the morning birds seemed to avoid the compound, as if grief itself had settled in the air.
Antonia’s tears had not stopped.
She kept staring at the woman

lying before her—
not as an enemy…
not as a threat…

but as a mother who had lost everything.
Jason watched her quietly.

He understood something
important in that
moment:
this was not the end of violence.
This was the cost of it.

He tightened his jaw slightly,
then turned to the guards.
“Call an ambulance,” he said softly.

His voice carried authority… but also respect.
“No one deserves to leave
the world without dignity.”

One of the guards nodded quickly
and stepped away
to make the call.
Antonia finally spoke, her voice barely louder than the wind.
“If hatred can do this to a mother…”
she whispered,
“…what will it do to Philip?”

Jason did not answer immediately.
Because the same question had already entered his own mind.

Minutes later, distant sirens
began to rise in the
quiet morning.
A sound of help…

or perhaps a sound arriving too late.
Antonia slowly turned away,

her body trembling with exhaustion.
Jason placed an arm around her
shoulders and guided her gently
toward the house.
“Come inside,” he murmured.
“You shouldn’t see the rest of this.”

But as they reached the doorway,
Antonia suddenly stopped walking.
A strange unease touched her again
different from before.
Colder.
Deeper.

She looked back once more at the gate… at the red powder scattered faintly on the tiles.
Something about it felt unfinished.
Not dangerous in the way Philip’s mother intended…

but not empty either.
Like a shadow that had not fully disappeared.
Jason noticed her stillness.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
Antonia hesitated.
“I feel like…” she said slowly,
“…this isn’t over.”
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Far away in the prison,

Philip suddenly lifted his head.
This time, the feeling in his chest
was not just fêar.
It was loss.
Real.
Irreversible.
Final..

And without warning,
a loud metallic sound echoed through the corridor outside his cell.
CLANG.
Footsteps followed.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Coming closer.
Philip’s breathing stopped.
Because deep inside, he already knew:
Whatever news was about to reach him…
would change everything.
The footsteps halted

directly in front of his cell door.
Silence.
Then a guard’s shadow appeared behind the iron bars.
“Philip…” the man said quietly.
And in that single unfinished word…
the world began to collapse.

The guard’s shadow remained still behind the iron bars.
For a moment, the entire prison corridor felt suspended in silence
the kind of silence that comes before a life changes forever.
“Philip…” the guard called again, softer this time.
Not with anger.
Not with authority.
But with something dangerously close to pity.
Philip’s throat tightened.
Every instinct inside him already knew the truth…

yet his heart refused to accept it.
“What is it?” he førced out, his voice dry and cracked.

The guard hesitated.
And that hesitation said everything.
“Your mother…”

The words struggled to come out.
“…she’s gone.”
Nothing in the world moved.
Not the air.
Not the sounds.
Not even time itself.

Because sometimes, grief,
does not arrive with screams

it arrives with silence so loud it destroys you from inside.
Philip blinked once.
Twice.

As if his eyes could erase
what he had just heard.
“No,” he said quietly.
Just one word.
Small.
Weak.
Broken.

The guard lowered his gaze.
“I’m sorry.”
Something inside Philip collapsed.
Not anger.
Not hatred.
Something deeper.

The last place in his heart
where he was still a son.
His knees slowly gave way
until he was sitting on the
cold floor again.
But this time, he did not feel the cold.
He felt nothing.
And nothing…

is more dångerous than pain.
Minutes passed.
Or maybe hours.
No one could tell..

Because Philip did not cry.
Did not shout.
Did not move.
Until suddenly,
He stood up.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Too calmly.

Without looking at the guard again, he turned and walked toward the small bathroom corner of the cell.

Each step sounded hollow…
like footsteps inside a coffin.

Inside the dim bathroom, the weak yellow bulb flickered above him.
Philip stared at the cracked mirror on the wall.
The face looking back at him…
was no longer human.

Just emptiness wearing skin.
“My mother is gone…” he whispered.
The words sounded strange in his own ears.
Unreal.

Impossible.
Because in his mind, she was still alive,
still fighting for him,
still believing in him.
And now…

There was nothing left to fight for.
His eyes slowly dropped to the floor beside the wall.

There… half-hidden behind a broken bucket…
stood a small bottle of Sniper.
Left carelessly by a cleaner.
Forgotten.
Silent.
Waiting.

Philip’s breathing changed.
Not fast.
Not panicked.
Just… heavy.

Because despair does not rush.
It settles.
He bent down slowly and picked up the bottle.
His fingers trêmbled,
not from fear…
but from the terrible calm of someone who feels there is no tomorrow left.
“If she’s gone…” he murmured,
“…then what is the point of anything?”
Teãrs finally gathered in his eyes.
Not angry teãrs.
Childlike teãrs.

The teãrs of a little boy
who had just lost the only person who ever loved him without conditions.

Philip stared at the bottle again.
One twist of the cap…
and everything would end.
No more prison.
No more shame.
No more pain.
Just silence.
His hand slowly moved toward the cover.
But then,
A memory flashed.
His mother’s voice.
Soft.
Tired.
Loving.
“No matter what happens… you must live.”
His fingers froze.

The bottle trêmbled violently in his hand.
Because now…
for the first time…
Philip was not fighting Jason.
Not fighting Antonia.
He was fighting himself.
And this…
was the hardest battle of all.
The cap began to turn
click…

Episode 34 — Will Philip choose death… or face the life he destroyed? Which do you prefer for him?? You miss an episode of looking for a particular episode? It's all on my Pagec click to read Grace Ochiba

🔥 TO BE CONTINUED… 🔥.

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