Sunday, 12 April 2020

THE POISONED HAPPINESS (PART 4) (FICTION)


To really enjoy the story read Parts 1,2&3 first
      Although some people hinted at this, I knew that it wasn’t true. I had seen Vicky, and I knew she didn’t need to use charms on any man. I guessed she would be between 25 and 27 years of age, and she was truly beautiful. She was very light-skinned, in fact, in Europe, only her features would have given her away as a coloured person. She had the face of an angel and, a body and figure that could only have been designed by Satan himself. I have never seen any woman who could have competed sexually with her. Giorgio wasn’t under any magic spell; he was simply besotted. He was a middle-aged man who had fallen hard for a sexually attractive younger woman and was trying to relive his youth through her.
      Things reached the climax about a week later. Giorgio had not come home for about four days, and Maria was worried. So, she decided to go and check up on him in the office. When she got there she walked in unannounced, and she was greeted by a scene out of a horror movie.
      Vicky was wearing high-heeled shoes and was naked from the waist down. She was bent over from the waist and was holding her ankles. Giorgio was standing behind her; he was also naked from the waist down. He was “doking” her vigorously.
      Maria was too stunned to talk or react. The people coupling saw her but continued their exertions in disdain of her presence. They simply didn’t care.
      She left the office in a daze. I don’t how she managed to drive to our office without having an accident. In between sobs, she told me about the whole sordid scene she had witnessed. I gave her two sleeping tablets and told her to calm down. After she fell into a troubled sleep, I went to see our parish priest. By the time I came back, Maria had left. I called her and found her at home. I advised her not to do anything crazy.

 Vicky was wearing high-heeled shoes and was naked from the waist down.

      Maria simply packed up and left Nigeria with the children as soon as she got home. The strange thing was that Giorgio was completely oblivious of the fact that his family had left him for Italy. He just carried on as if everything was normal. He was completely mad. His desire for Vicky was like possession. Giorgio was completely in her power.  I was completely mystified.
      I tried desperately to reach Maria in Rome but was unsuccessful. Her brother said that she trying to come to terms with the situation, and should give her time. I was worried and ashamed at the same time. Although it was unjustified, I felt guilty about what had happened. Yusuf told me that this was unreasonable. However, I still felt that everything was my fault.
      About three months later, Yusuf came home with some disturbing news. Giorgio, Yusuf, and a lot of other people including security agents were searching for Vicky. Apparently, Vicky had made Giorgio transfer all his personal and cash assets to her and, had then vanished into thin air. Vicky had disappeared with everything including the company’s cash and paper assets. The business simply collapsed.
        Investigations later revealed that Vicky had absconded with a young man who had been working in Giorgio’s company as a member of the accounts department. He had actually been employed by Vicky with Giorgio’s approval. She had told him that they were cousins. They had run away with US$7 million.
       Giorgio went into a deep depression and suffered a massive stroke. He died before help could get to him. His corpse was flown back to Rome where he was buried in the same church he had married in.
        I had thought that this was the end of this horror story, but it wasn’t. About two years later, I got a surprise call from Maria. She sounded upbeat and happy. I cautiously asked her about how she was doing, and she filled me in with what happened after Giorgio’s death.
       A lot of people in Rome had been very unhappy about what had happened to Giorgio and Maria, and some “friends” decided to take up the matter.
       The “friends” and their “friends” came to Abuja and, traced the money all the way to the United States where Vicky was living with her boyfriend in baronial splendour. They were both picked up, and “persuaded” to return the money they stole. This they eagerly did. A little over US$6 million was recovered from them. But that was not the end of the matter. Somehow, Vicky and her boyfriend got themselves involved in an FBI “sting operation” and, an FBI agent had been killed. At this moment, they are serving life sentences in American high-security prisons. Their lives might as well be over. It was nemesis!!!!

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