******* DON'T BE DECEIVED BY THE MASK SHE WEARS BECAUSE IT A WAY OF SHIELDING HER WOUNDED SOUL****** 

Nilsa Walker is an illegitimate duagther of the Walker family,  she is a brown skin  girl but other than that nobody knows what she looks like because she always cover her face with mask and cap, even during school days, she's 21years of age , she's look down on by her family and everyone else around her, with time she grew bigger numb to all this.

  She's the trash of the Walker family.

The sudden request or more like a command from her father to marry someone in place of her sister wasn't what she expected but at the same time what good does it do to stay with them...?.

Marrying a bad tempered, crippled and blind man is the last thing on her mind but she also wanted an escape out of the Walker family. She was exhausted of their shenanigans.

But she didn't expect to meet even bigger problems after marrying the man her sister was supposed to marry.

Having a bad-tempered husband didn't help.

Three overbearing in-laws was another thing that she didn't fancy as well.

And divorce is the last thing on her mind, even though she was force into marrying her husband.... ,She doesn't want to be a divorcee at such a young age.

 Something happened to her husband just a week after they got married which made her reveal who she truly is... but was that who she truly was...? or there's more than what meets the eye.

PS; Forgive me if there are misspellings .

His Silent Brown Skin Wife

In a unknown place laid an abandon ancient Italian castle, the walls of the building of the building was old, showing signs of the years it has been discarded, the centuries have taken a toll on it. Within it was a man sitting in the dark on an old recliner, his face hidden in the dark with the moon illuminating his legs up to his chest through the opened window. 


Another man stood with his back to the entrance, his aura darker and his posture was imposing but it seems like the man sitting on the recliner aura was more darker and imposing than his. 


"How many days has it been since I assigned you and your men to bring one of them to me especially, the boy?" The man sitting down asked in a bleak tone. His voice devoid of comfort or care, he wasn't someone who cares to give comfort to anyone, not even his people so the other man wasn't do surprised. 


Marking The Queen