Ariana's Royal Adventure.

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｢｢A R I A ｣｣

I was sited in my father's office, alongside to my stepmother who was mumbling insults at me, like ashawo, odeh and other very 'nice' insults.

"You will be getting married in a week, so better get ready to meet your future husband. . . He will be arriving in a few minutes. You're lucky someone wants to marry a busybody ashawo like you," she snarled and my father held unto my hand, as I bit my tongue.

In a week? Jesus please just take me away.

"So who is the father Simisola?" I shook my head, not knowing what else to say. She let out an ugly loud hiss before continuing, "come on get out of here joor."

"Bisola! Ah, she is your daughter not some stranger. You shouldn't be talk my to her like that!" My father ejected loudly.

"She is the one that is here acting like a stranger. I remember teaching my stepdaughter to close her legs," She hissed back.

Ouch.

I wasn't surprised about her guile comment, because it's not like I'm her biological daughter.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "come in."

My father's most trusted servant came in, bowing his head in respect before speaking. "Your highness, Prince Adekunle is here."

Bisola immediately replied, "ah, let him wait in the garden. Aria will soon be there."

He bowed his head one last time, before walking away. My mother gave me a hard glare before talking, "you better behave yourself, don't mess it up. Act happy to see him. Yeye pikin."

My dear father sent me an apologetic look, I knew he couldn't do anything.

I quickly cleaned my eyes and straighten my dress then I made my way into the garden.

There was a tall figure sitting down, he was wearing a blazer and a pair of jeans. I tried to study his features but he looked up and turned his phone off. He had the hottest pair of eyes , I swear I almost fainted.

"How nice of you to finally show up your majesty," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes never left mine and there I was standing like a goat. "Take a sit."

I nodded and sat down. He was still staring at me, my future husband looked like he wanted thunder to fire me. He decided to speak again, "how is my baby?"

Wetin? His baby? Is this man crazy?

"Your baby?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I didn't say my baby. I asked how your baby is. How is that thing mine?"

See liar! This fool can lie for Africa, just because he is handsome he thinks he can open his mouth like rat poison.

I decided not to reply, instead I ate the chocolate chip cookies that were in front of me I wanted to moan at how delightful it tasted but I kept put before he starts talking again.

"See, you better stop this yeye attitude. It's not like I want to marry a pregnant woman anyway."

"Better control your fugly self. I don't have time for incompetent bastards," I hissed, who does he think he is?

"Who are you calling incompetent? I am the man in this relationship so behave like a woman. . . Not some cheap slut," He retorted, his eyes filled with venom.

As soon as those word left his rotten mouth I gave his a triple deck slap.

I was about to get up when he grabbed me, pushing me back into the chair. "How dare you raise your hands on me woman?!"

I didn't say anything, instead I looked away, my eyes focused on the grass.

See fine grass! Prettiest thing ever!

"You're lucky that I have small patience, let's start this again. I'm Adekunle, prince of Skyvaila. . . As you already know, I'm your future husband."

I got up once more, sending his a dirty hiss. "It was nice meeting you, but I've got better things to do."

He also got up and grabbed my hand then pushed his body against me, he whispered into my ears, "Better things like what? You better not go and open your legs again for a random man."

I wanted to die, I felt all sorts of different emotions and sparks every from his touch.

As soon as he blurted those words out, I snapped out of my trance ready to give him another slap, but he held my hand just in time. "Don't think about it Ariana, don't. Expect you want me to break your pretty little hand, you know. . . Your mom gave me permission to do whatever I please with you."

This flamingo should better respect himself! That woman isn't my mother, she is my stepmother dammit.

I couldn't stand any of his foolishness anymore so I walked away and rushed into my car. I drove off thinking about that ugly iguana, sadly his words stunk.

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Translations:
Ashawo - Prostitute.
Odeh - Fool.
Joor - Please. (People say it in irritation or in a joking manner.)
Yeye pikin - Foolish child.
Wetin - What?

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