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"So please tell us, sir. What is your greatest weakness?"
"Losing my wife", he grinned.

The hostess smiled, "Aww, that's beautiful. What will you say is your greatest strength?"
"Having my wife".

"Okay sir, last question... How would you describe your wife?" 
His lips grew into a devious grin, uncontrollably holding the hand of his heart's desire.

"The best dream no man but me deserves".

The entire audience clapped in adoration. Delia smiled, glancing at her husband then back at the interviewer.

The hostess then asked, "And sir, bonus question, how would you describe your marriage?"
"A condom". 

Delia, his wife, then chipped in, "A paranormal one, at that". 
"One that none of us can escape, unless we go boom!" He smiled.


• • •

The son of a powerful western empire, Dilen Liam, has to prove his innocence against false racial accusations by dating a dark skinned girl; all to save his family's name and businesses.

Unfortunately, things go beyond haywire when he gets intertwined with Delia Alan Ada, a Nigerian girl cursed yet gifted with the supernatural ability to see the future and speak to the unseen.

Their attraction grows stronger and deeper beyond race and ethnicity, enclosing them in a paranormal condom-like romance.

But all cards are played when their faith and love are put to the test — against powerful diabolic forces beyond their worlds had ever imagined.

Romance. Paranormal. Horror. Urban. Politics. BWWM. Demons. Conspiracy. African. Nigerian. American. Cult. Power couple.

Nerd In A Paranormal Condom

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It took him a few more seconds to realise he was still squeezing unto her wounded wrist, causing Delia to weep in pain under him. He immediately pulled away, shifting away from her body with a shocked expression.

Delia quickly got up, hugging her bleeding wrist to her chest as she wiped the tears in her eyes.

Damien just stared at her in shock, unable to consume the fact that all through the period he thought they were having an intimate affectionate moment; all he was doing was nothing but hurting and reopening her old wounds—both physically and psychologically.

Delia bit her lip, holding unto her hand, as she gazed at Damien who just sat still opposite her; frozen.

He stretched forward, attempting to hold her hand. Delia instantly cringed, shutting her eyes as if he was going to do something bad to her.

Chapter 125 Old Sisters