Joseph opened his eyes slowly. The environment looked different. Although he did not turn his head, he couldn't, something wrapped around his neck made movement difficult, he saw it was a room. A guest room, small in size. Joseph knew it qas furnished modestly. The window was opened and the breeze coming in reminded Joseph of how much he missed his own room, spending holidays with his family and fooling around with the cooks and servants. He reminded how the window of their kitchen back in his father's New York home was always opened giving out the smell of the food. Before any food was served at table Joseph was sure to have tasted it first. He loved to eat and could not stay hungry for long. He barely fasted like his father and older brother, Jacob. Since his mother's death ten years ago, Joseph lost focus. Nothing made sense. Tears came down his face and he closed his eyes. Shutting them tightly. Then he began to remember.
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RomanceHe is a brat who wakes up one morning and asks for his inheritance. His search for something bigger than himself would lead him through betrayal and land him into falling helplessly in love with a Nigerian Lady who sees him as nothing more than her...
