Chapter 1

🎵🎶 Destruction! All the pain makes you cry and soon it will cause you to die

🎵Corruption! What they teach is a lie Two wrongs always make a right

🎵Prepare for the massacre, The mosh pits, the mosh pit

🎵Prepare for the massacre By me, the - 🎵🎶

Oh hi there! My bad I didn't notice you reading me. I was carried away by Mario Judah's 'Rockstar' one of my favorite kind of song.

Whatever.

Am Diamond Miller, by the way. Who are you? Am twenty five, a single mother at this age? Am blonde with the round face. Am chubby – I mean, you know, more like chubby, out of shape but not an amoeba or gluten or obesity. Am just.....how do I tell you now?

Okay, am round like the globe. Not funny. But am trying to gym more pounds away. Am still trying but maybe am not trying enough. Kinda weird, isn't it?

Yeah, I know. I'll tell you how it all started from here but first let me introduce you to my three year old son, Corey Stewart. He'll be four in a few months. He is indeed the only precious gem stone in my life. I love my boy so much and another thing – he is my deepest secret.

Oops! Was that loud?

Anyway, the father doesn't know we have a son. Hehehe. I hid it from him because I think he's not worth it.

It started from a free ride – a ride offer. One stupid day – yes, it was indeed stupid because if we didn't happen, Corey wouldn't have happened.

I was in a hurry to the grocery store and boom! My old 1989 beetle engine didn't start. I needed to grab a few things so important for the house.

I never calculated beforehand that I was out of stuff and when I notice and my beetle won't start, I went to the train station – nope! I missed it. I went to the bus station, before I hurried for the bus, still running on my stilettos, I missed it also.

Damn it!

Was it a really bad day for a bad luck for me?

No other option than to walk on bare. It was a busy day and no taxis, nor cabs, nor Uber, everything was loaded and busy. I hurried on my foot.

Damn! The stilettos hurt. Am fat and with the shoes on – I think I'd have preferred rolling on the floor like a ball. Maybe that would have served well for me.

I was at the walkway. I knew I was going to make it, I was few miles away from the shop and I was happy and sweating.

Then out of the blue from nowhere, a car started horning behind me.

Like me?

Trust me, I never looked back. I don't want to turn into a pillar of salt like lots' wife in the bible.

I kept on jogging, my big saggy breasts greeting my jaw and slapping my chest up and down. Hey, I wore a bra underneath my top so don't get it twisted.

My knees, my legs, my toes, damn me, it hurts like there won't be a tomorrow. But I never gave up. And the so-called car kept horning after me. It was driving fast beside me as I kept my focus on where I was going.

Suddenly, I lost energy and decided to stay still for oxygen.

I was breathing heavily with my hands on my knees. I was trying to catch my breath, from my nostrils and my mouth….

Do I need a mouth to mouth respiration?

I paused for a while. Maybe I've gotten enough energy to jog on but I didn't move when I didn't hear the sound of the car. And the road was busy, I didn't care if anyone was watching – probably no one gat time to stare at me twice.

Am fat and obviously stupid at the same time. Running down that lane behind me, straight to this extent.

What a total madness.

As if am going for a 7 o'clock interview?

Then, I heard a strong deep voice behind me. "Are you okay?"

My eyes popped, I was still in the position of my hands on my knees. I remembered I'm to stand straight and I did and turned around slowly.

Holy gorgeous Jesus, son of Mary.

That was a one hotty toddy standing right in front of me, holding a bottle of water in his right hand.

Damn. He was magnificent. Adorable. Heavenly.

I've never in my life came across such handsomeness until that day.

His outlook spoke of power and virility. His body stature so manly and supreme. I studied his appearance carefully with my big eyes. He was everything marvelous for a woman.

Everything!

Chiseled face, dark brown curly hair that somehow looked messy and made him gorgeous even more. His brows, jaws – like he does shaving every now and then....I could have go on and on until dusk but…..he was breathtaking. I was sucked up by his captivating eyes.

What color was it?

I don't even know but what I knew is that I was drowning into his tantalizing facials.

So hot, tall, lean, white, muscular, cool, handsome – dude! You're fully loaded with the appearance goodies!

I had to look up to him because I was one way not up to his chest – I mean my height. Am just 1.57cm and him? He is a god. A Greek god like a light set upon the hill that can never be hidden.

I adore him. Every bit of him.

My mind came to reality when he cleared his throat and extended the bottle of water to me. "You are sweating. Care to get hydrated?"

Of course! Don't be silly.

Who would refuse Mr. Handsome' offer?

I shook my head, "Yeah, thanks." I took it and – Lord, did I just emptied the whole bottle?

Call me a consumer.

I somehow felt shy in front of him, watching me empty the content and then one big stupid sound came out of my mouth. I always do that everytime I eat or drink something.

I covered my mouth and he chuckled when I said 'Sorry'

We were still standing at the walkway then he offered to give me a ride.

You know how we girls are….. we'd refuse at first even though we know deep down in us that we really need that thing. I declined and he insisted.

I was thinking his car to be….

Oh my world! Is that a black Ferrari am seeing parked in front of me?

No. Maybe am dreaming.

Wake up, Diamond. Stop hallucinating too much.

I blinked once, I blinked twice. The car was still there and he was waiting for me to get in after standing at the passenger's door for seconds.

One thing crest my mind.

What if I enter and envelope the whole seat? I mean just my seat? Usually, girls used to have tiny spaces on both sides of them when they settle in the car but when I entered, I felt the car compress.

Was that my weight?

Sorry, I didn't feel anything.

He shut the door for me and went to his side. I was still imagining myself in a Ferrari, like for real! No fake!

I've never dreamt of myself inside a luxury car and this guy was one luxurious and high class gangster. Looking clean in that grey Armani suit. And me, looking round in my – whatever. Forget about it. Am just too old-fashioned.

We got to the grocery – he declined dropping me off in my choice because he said everything there was so cheap and maybe expired….he thinks? So he took me elsewhere – a bigger and expensive shop.

I did all the items there, he even helped me picked more stuffs.

Excess.

My cart was double full. And he paid for everything.

Meh, is this guy a God sent?

All those shit I shopped was more than enough to pay my bills for three months.

We got to know each other. I told him my name and he told me his.

George Stewart.

A very handsome name for an handsomer. When we exchanged phone numbers, I began to wonder what he's gonna do with a chubby girl like me?

I don't have anything to give and looking at my stature, he should run. I've missed a lot of dates – blind dates, and friends because of my body size.

He is just – this perfect body and sinfully handsome stature. I don't deserve to be his friend with all these fatty acid surrounding me.

When he wanted to give me a ride home, I insisted I take a cab. He disagree. I insisted. He disagree. I insisted – and it was like a debate.

Later, I won. He paid the cab man and off I went.

You might be curious why I never wanted him to take me home.

Hmmm...

For some odd reasons.

About my place of residency. Of which I'll tell you as time goes on.

It didn't end there. Few days after, we started seeing each other, going on dinner dates, random dates, parties, and so on and so forth.

He used to ask about my family and everytime he wants to come to know my place but I'm not…..I just don't want to bring him over. Call me shy because of the place and environment I lived in.

Not nice for a wealthy guy like him.

I got to know more about him as time went on. He took me to meet his family, we attended so many family functions. Where he introduced me to his parents and family members.

He was the only son of his parents – obviously adopted. But you won't know if you don't go deeply into their family matters.

Actually, he told me himself. He was always frank and sincere to me.

But I noticed one thing. His parents doesn't like me.

In fact, they said it right in dinner time to my face.

Like...

'HEY, BITCH. YOU'RE NO MATCH FOR OUR SON! BACK OFF!'

Warning.

That's...harsh.

It was too hard to back off after one month of relationship with him. I was enjoying everything I had with him even to the…..sex.

God!

Every touch of him on top of me takes me heavenwards to a delusional paradise. It was always the best sex of my life amongst all my past sex with my exes.

I couldn't let him go just like that. I didn't want to listen to what his parents or any member of his family suggested.

I know they only said what they said because of my….chubby size.

If I could bear George calling me 'Fatty oil or fat soul' all the time, then I don't mind tolerating their issues with my body. I just couldn't let this man leave or me walking out of his life because….

He was the only one that showed me love and captured my heart after five years of being single.

You see?

Who would be so foolish to sweep off the opportunity of grabbing someone like him, out?

He wasn't just anyone. He was George Stewart. A popular and well-known man in the whole of America. He owns an airline industry, chains of restaurants and hotels in different countries in the world. He is also a geospatial analyst.

This guy has achieved a lot in his middle twenties.

I wasn't going to let him go…..until things started changing gradually.

First, when he knew his family didn't like me, he did a surprise wedding for us. Unfortunately, my family couldn't attend because it was sudden.

He invited me over to spend the night with him and when I got there, one of his housemaids – point of correction, only middle aged work for him in his mansion.

So as I was saying, one of his housemaids took me to the garden and there he was. Everyone was there. Everything was made of white. Including the wedding arc. So floral and fresh and beautiful.

I remember asking the maid when she clothed me in white – matching my perfect size with pair of white heels and gave me bouquet of flowers, she didn't say anything to me. Just smiled and smiled along.

I sheepishly smiled like I had clue of what was going to happen or where she was taking me.

Until I got there and the wedding happened.

His parents got furious and send him a tall, fair, slim, dark hair woman from Italy. Since the day we came back from our honeymoon in Paris, it was tragic.

His parents won't let it slide not until he marrys the woman they chose for him.

I was having difficult time to cope with that.

I could have said I was ready to fight that Italian woman, tooth and nail but, with my stature, she'd beat me black and blue.

It was hurting. It even hurts the more when he told me we're still good and at night, he'll be in the room sharing his bed – our matrimonial bed with the woman.

I had to sleep in a separate room for peace to rain. It wasn't easy for me sleeping alone on that bed when I know am married and my husband lived with me in the same house. Sound and alive!

Someone might think we had a quarrel or fight or something. But I followed his suggestions because I felt it was the best thing to do if we must keep our marriage firm.

I told him never to touch that woman or have sex with her.

He usually sneak into my room to do the matrimonial stuff when everyone where asleep until one night when he didn't come to me.

I….I…..

Oh God, am I crying now?

I went to his room – probably he is sleeping and tired but what I witnessed wasn't anything close to 'Sleep' or 'Tiredness'

They were busy having sex.

Am the type of person, I don't speak my mind instantly. I let it be buried inside me for a while but you'd sense it from my mood and attitudes.

At day break, I was supposed to make breakfast. I couldn't. I was still traumatized by the scene of yesterday.

The urge of getting betrayed and deceived overtook my heart and I cried all through the night.

I hoped for sleep at dawn but it didn't come. I looked at my face in the mirror.

I already got eyebags from lack of sleep and my eyelids were swollen because I cried a lot last night.

The moment I went down for coffee, I bumped into him. I didn't believe he'll act so innocent and still smile at me like nothing happened.

Geez!

Dude, you cheated on me last night, don't give me that look.

I was mad and furious. I walked pass him but he pull me to himself by my waist and wanted to kiss my lips but I turned my face and his lips landed on my cheeks.

I still won't say anything to him. It was like I was kinda keeping a malice with him or something.

Then, I saw the bitch coming down the stairs from behind him. She was smirking at me, devilishly while tying her satin white nightwear robe.

I immediately pull myself out of George's embrace and the next thing that happened was her kissing my husband.

IN FRONT OF ME!

I didn't expect George to return the kiss while I was still standing there. She was moaning – probably wanting me to get jealous and George was holding her tiny waist and squeezing her butt tight.

My head, my face and the beast inside me turned red at once.

I didn't care about the coffee I was going to get anymore. I took the other free grand stairway and ran my way to my room.

I made sure to park everything into my luggage – only the things that belonged to me.

I took it all and ran back downstairs.

Indeed these perverts were still making out.

I called out his name and threw my wedding ring at him.

Wasn't this what his parents wanted? For me to back off so he can marry his mistress?

Bravo!

Now they won. They got their chances. And I didn't bother them again.

I was expecting to see missed calls and text messages from George after I left. I mean, like maybe twenty to thirty calls and texts but my phone didn't beep or chime or buzz.

There was constant network so nothing could have stopped his calls or texts from coming through.

I waited for hours when I got home. Checking my phone every single minute, but no signals of him. That hours became weeks and that weeks became a month and that was when I noticed something.

I didn't have my period. I thought it was normal for the monthly cycles to change. So, I waited for another month, still hoping he might call or text.

Still nothing.

No sign of him at all.

I missed my period again for the second month. I was scared. I didn't have infection down there so what would be stopping me from having my monthly flow?

In fact, I was increasing in size by every scoop of the week.

I went to see a gynecologist, and she said I was two months pregnant.

I doubted.

I can't be pregnant, I refuse to carry George's baby.

I left and went to see a medical practitioner and he also said the same.

Fuck you, Diamond Miller!

Geez...

What kinda trap is this?

Okay. An option came into my mind after I spoke to my family about it. I suggested an abortion be taken on the pregnancy but the doctor said I'll lose my womb if it happens.

Due to my body size, it doesn't appreciate it at all.

I disagree.

I had my own way of doing things. I started a gym, thinking maybe it'd flush out the baby. No, I only ended up getting a fever.

I took several pills to melt it out but the damn seed was still growing happily in there.

My family suggested I keep it since I didn't know what to do and since nothing was working.

And that was how little Corey Stewart was born and I never heard from his father again.

The same baby I wanted to terminate became the most precious thing in my life. He might remind me of his father and the quality times we spent together but he was perfect for me.

Corey was like my better half and the most important thing I'd love to risk my life for.

I could sacrifice anything for him. Since he came into my world, all my sorrows turned to joy.

Till he turned three, I never cared to look for his father to tell him we had a son, blah, blah, blah.

He will only save me the stress by taking him away from me forever and I won't let that happen.