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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 43)

Posted by on September 29, 2016.


Lionel felt awkward all through his stay in Bukola’s room. She was irritable, grumbling incessantly about almost having had her head broken because of ‘that girl he hired’, and how his bodyguards had let her walk into a death trap.

It occurred to him that she could be keeping up the running commentary to prevent him from speaking. Was she afraid if he opened his mouth to say anything serious, he would declare that things between them were over?

“My parents are worried sick, but I stopped them from coming.” Bukola prattled on, as Lionel watched her thoughtfully. She avoided his gaze, gesturing at the hospital gown she had been made to wear. “I can’t let them see me like this. And this bandage on my head is a nightmare. Do you know they had to snip off my weave? My hair looks like it was set on fire…”

Lionel bit his lip, watching her. Despite her impromptu haircut, she still looked as beautiful as ever. With all her make-up wiped off by the nurses who cleaned her up, she actually looked a lot more beautiful than she usually did with all her make-up.

But he knew that, which was one of the reasons why he had chosen to marry her. Her uncommon beauty, intelligence and no-nonsense attitude had stolen his heart. He couldn’t believe he had even suspected her of being behind the kidnap plot. Bukola would never forgive him if she found out about that; even with that risk, eh would admit it to her because she deserved his honesty. Despite the fact that he knew the truth, all those feelings he had for his fiancée had begun to rot at the core because of one person.


He had to decide what or who he wanted in his life. It would be unfair to both women if he didn’t make a decision fast. He had to have that serious talk with Bukola.

It would not be pretty.


Helen lay in her bed with her eyes closed. Despite the medication she had been given, she couldn’t sleep. So she decided to do the next best thing, which was to just rest.

But her brain didn’t seem to have gotten the memo.

It refused to rest; and her mind was filled with thoughts of the last few weeks. The phone call which had started her on this roller coaster ride of near-death and near-love, and most importantly, Chioma’s treachery.

She shuddered as she remembered her friend of many years pointing a gun at her head. She would never have believed in a million years that Chioma would hurt her, and now she questioned everything.

Could she even trust her feelings about anything? Especially about Lionel? Was it simple infatuation she had painted in the colours of love? She thought of Lionel, in the next room with his fiancée. Sorrow filled her heart. That was where he belonged. She had only brought danger and uncertainty into his life. She wondered what she would say if he told her he had feelings for her.


She opened her eyes, startled. She had been so buried in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard Lionel come into her room. He stood there beside her bed, looking down at her, his handsome face shadowed.

“Good afternoon, Mr Thomas.” She said, sitting up in the bed. “I didn’t hear you come in…”

“Sorry if I startled you. I knocked but there was no answer.” He explained. “May I sit here?”

She gestured at the chair beside her bed, worry wrinkling her brow as she watched him fold his length into the simple plastic chair. What could he want to talk about?

“I came to apologize.” He said stiffly. “I did not keep you as secure as you deserved and so you almost got hurt twice because of me. It was only thanks to blind luck that you are still hale and hearty.” His eyes skated over the bandages on her head, almost identical to Bukola’s. “Well, almost hale.”

Helen looked at him in amazement. “Mr Thomas, you did everything within your power to keep me safe and I truly appreciate it. Joe-B and the other bodyguards have been a rock, and they were very professional. Please, don’t blame yourself for anything.”

Lionel nodded and then an awkward silence fell. Helen had to struggle to keep her hands still. She felt an insane urge to lean forward and smooth the frown off his face with her palm. But it was not her place to do so. It would probably never be, she thought sadly.

Lionel looked at her and she saw the emotion in his eyes. She could see he was struggling to find words to tell her how he felt. And then she knew what she had to do.

Before he could speak, she rushed in to fill the empty silence hanging between them.

“I can’t work for you anymore, sir.” Helen announced. “I need to resign.”

To Be Continue

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3 Responses

  1. No! Not good

    by Anonymous on Sep 29, 2016 at 11:26 am

  2. She Is Not Serious

    by ViCiK on Sep 29, 2016 at 1:31 pm

  3. Y nw

    by Sodo on Sep 29, 2016 at 11:26 pm

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