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HER VOICE HIS ADDICTION EPISODE 25

Posted by Hedowho on 2 August, 2022

HER VOICE HIS ADDICTION EPISODE 25

🔥Love Can’t Be Bought)

By : Kebby NG Media Services

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Allison was done with her shoots for the day, she was sitting on a chair in her room as she tossed the pen in her hand randomly.

She was lost in thought of Cisco, he has not called or texted her. He would have called on a normal basis but now it seemed like she is not important to him.

She dropped the pen and stood up, she went to the closed window and opened it, and hugged herself as the cold breeze hit her body.

“Why isn’t he calling nor visiting? Am I not important to him?” She asked herself as she stared at the dark city.

She sighed and went to the table where his phone was, she took it and tapped on Cisco’s number. She stared at it for a while contemplating whether to call him or not.

“He would think I’m cheap, I don’t have feelings for him. I see no reason why I should call him, he will come back to his senses soon,” she muttered and dropped the phone.

“I suddenly feel like having a bath,” she said and went into the bathroom.

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Octavia and her daughter could be seen taking pictures as Flora tried everything her mother bought.

“The pictures look great,” Octavia complimented as she slides them. “Mom I’m having trouble reaching the zip,” Flora complained as she tried to unzip her gown.

“Let me help,” Octavia volunteered and went to kneel behind her, she helped her unzip and she took the gown off revealing her bump short and singlet.

“Can I wear this tomorrow?” Flora asked raising a top with Sofia the first design and a short jeans skirt.

“Of course, you can, everything mommy bought is for you,” she said and Flora giggled.

Meanwhile, Greg was in the living room looking for them. “Naomi!” He shouted and the maid rushed towards him.

“Welcome home sir,” she greeted. “Where is my wife and daughter?” He asked staring at the quiet house.

“They have been in Flora’s room since this afternoon,” she replied. “Is Flora sick?” He panics.

“No, at all, I heard her giggle moments ago. I think they are having mother and daughter time,” she stated.

“You may leave, thank you,” he said and head to Flora’s room. Just like Naomi said he could hear Flora giggle while Octavia clapped.

“What are those two up to?” He wondered as he got closer. “This looks cool Mommy,” he heard Flora say as he held the door knob.

He twist it and it opened, he saw Flora checking herself out in the standing mirror while Octavia took pictures.

“What’s going on here?” He asked in a calm voice, Flora held her tiny skirt as she bit her lip so hard that it could bleed.

He was surprised ’cause his daughter would run into his arms but she was just standing there looking like a thief caught in action.

“Why do you look nervous?” He inquired with a chuckle walking fully into the room, he was still expecting his daughter to rush into his arms but he took slow steps backward instead.

His gaze went to his wife hoping to find an answer to his daughter’s new behavior. “Octa…,” his words were cut short as he saw the new clothes, bags, and shoes on the bed with few toys.

“What are those?” He asked, mother and daughter, shared a glance as their heart beat faster. Flora gave Octavia the ‘I told you dad won’t like this look’.

Octavia quickly fakes a smile to hide her nervousness. “Sweetheart, you are home,” she said standing up, she walked to him and gave him a side hug.

“I believe I asked a question, Octavia,” he said with his teeth gritted. “Those? They are for Flora,” she replied with her arm still on his shoulder.

“It’s obvious, where did you get them? I believe you don’t have the money to go shopping,” he said with anger in his words.

“A friend gave me some money,” she lied. “A friend? What type of friend will give you so much money?” He asked.

“A loyal friend,” she said and tried to walk away. “Who?” He asked his voice coming out deeper and his eyes burning in anger.

“What is with the questions, Greg? You should be happy that I am a supportive wife, I bought clothes and toys for our daughter,” she said picking a dress on the floor.

“I am not joking with you Octavia!” He yelled advancing towards her, Flora moved back in fear her father’s expression at that moment was enough to give her nightmares.

“Who and where did you get the money!” He queried in a hoarse voice as he grabbed Octavia’s arm. Flora ran to hide by the bed lamp as tears found their way out of her eyes.

“You are hurting me, Greg,” Octavia cried. “I wouldn’t if you didn’t act stubborn,” he replied tightening his grip on her arm.

Octavia had no plans of telling him the truth so she turned her face away but her teary eyes met with her daughter’s crying face. “Flora,” she called but it came out as a whisper

“Daddy! Stop!” Flora’s tiny voice yell as she cried. Greg turned to look at her and his heart soften at the sight of her crying face but he was going to find out the truth at all costs.

“Come with me,” he said dragging Octavia with him, he locked the door to Flora’s room and threw the key at Naomi who came out of the kitchen after hearing Flora’s scared voice.

“Attend to her in her room,” he ordered and Naomi nodded repeatedly as he dragged his wife to their room.

“Now answer my question, Octavia!” He demanded as he let go of her hard. “You should be ashamed of yourself Gregory you hurt me in front of our daughter,” She said and shook her head in pity.

“Don’t turn the table yet!!” He roared and she flinched, he got mad at her once in a while but not once has he had been that mad.

“I got the money from your brother!” She yelled and there was silence in the room, Greg ran his hand through his hair as he pace around the room.

“Vincent?” He asked despite knowing the answer. “You should be ashamed of yourself if the money was from Vin,” She said and fold her arms under her breast.

“How dare you defile my orders!” He growled. “Orders? Are you even listening to yourself? Your orders were for your daughter to be sad and you expect me to follow them?” She scoffed.

“You are twisting my words Avia,” he mumbled still pacing around the room. “I am not! That was exactly what you meant,” she replied.

“You are going to return every single thing in that room that was from Cisco!” He ordered. “I’m not doing that,” she replied with a straight face.

“It’s an order Octavia,” he stated. “Which I ain’t following,” she replied.

“Don’t test my patience woman!” He growled. “What if I do? What worse can you do Greg? You just hurt me in front of our daughter!” She retorted

“That is the scariest thing you have ever done,” She added and left the room.

‘Why does it always have to be you Cisco? Why do you need to have everything!’ He thought as he breathed heavily.

Octavia heard Flora sob while Naomi tried to pacify her. “I’m not hungry,” Flora said and Octavia guessed Naomi is trying to feed her something.

“Princess,” she called opening the door. “Mommy!” She called running into her arms.

“I’m sorry mommy,” she apologized with her arms wrapped around her mother’s waist. “Why is princess apologizing?” Octavia questioned losing her arm around her.

“Daddy would not have been mad at you if I didn’t request a grand birthday,” she sob and Octavia could not help but laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Flora asked wiping her face but Octavia only laughed more. “What’s funny?” She inquired getting pissed.

“You should look in the mirror princess, you look like a clown,” she said amidst her laughter. “I can’t believe my daughter will make a good actress,” she joked and Flora hit her playfully.

“Actress Flora,” she teased and ran around the room while her daughter chased her. They ran around the room with smiles on their faces and Naomi felt relived that Flora won’t cry herself to sleep

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“Hey,” Thea said standing between the door, her hand on the doorknob and her head stuck between the door.

“Are you busy?” Thea asked still standing in the same position. “Kind of, come in,” he gestured.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He asked. “I guess you forgot I can’t sleep after you,” she said with a chuckle

“You should sleep,” he suggested. “Why? Are you mad at yourself? Is that why you want to punish yourself?” She asked.

“Hey! Why will I be mad at myself? I could be mad at you,” he joked.

“I have not done anything wrong to deserve your anger,” she replied confidently and he laughed.

“I guess you are not mad at yourself but at sleep,” she concluded.
T. B. C