🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
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CHAPTER 59&60
•Saturday~An Abandoned Warehouse•
This is where Yolanda has been since that wicked Wednesday.
Chained on both hands together with the wall, seated on the bare floor.
She’s not rough handled, not yet but she’s dying.
It’s not time to sit on her butt yet, but Bryan made her do it. She can’t stand up because her sitting position can’t make her do it.
She’s got bruises all over her butt and swells eat up every place like mad.
Her soft, painful groans will never hold her pain… it’s eating her up.
It’s her wedding today, but here she is, locked up and chained!
Where’s her dad’s fúcking men and why aren’t they on the search for her?!
How she wishes Bryan will come make her stand… at least for a minute.
Speaking of the devil, Bryan entered.
His demeanor of wickedness filled the air.
“Bryan… I need to stand, please”she begged, tears leaking from her eyes.
“Ain’t doing that, not until your father and brother-in-law joins you”he replied revealing his left hand.
A pair of scissors.
“Bryan…. I beg you, my ass hurts… I need treatment… don’t let me die this way!”she yelled, crying and wincing.
Bryan ignored her senseless pleas, walking to her.
He got to her and yanked her hair, fisting it harshly.
“Ahh.. arrrgg!”
“I know what you wanna do Bryan, but please, for the sake of what we have together…”
“What do we have together?”Bryan cut her off, easily cutting off her hair.
“Bryan no! füç?, no, no, no. You can’t cut my hair. It’s not fair, we were like five and six! Dad, Dad, I’m dying!”she screamed.
Bryan destroyed her hair. She could only struggle in vain, making clattering and shattering sounds with the chain.
“You should look good for the show, don’t you think?”he smiled at her, ruffling her hair.
“I won’t hate you no matter… This is you. But what I won’t take is the brown bitch, I hate her mad and guess what? Before you kept me in this mess, I already planned her death!”Yolanda screamed.
Bryan left her hair, savagely using the scissors on every part of her face.
Nose, forehead, lips, brows.
“Ahhh, Bryan please… argggg, Daddy!…”
Her blood filled her face, staining Bryan’s hand but he didn’t flinch.
Not when Yolanda called his Brownie a bitch.
But the ‘death’ part, he didn’t take that to heart. Or he didn’t hear since he was busy, ruining her.
•An Open Restaurant•
Courtney sat with her friends, the trio chatting their hearts out.
“For me, I can’t wait for the so-called wedding to commence later today, so when the priest says…”Ann said and stood up, clearing her throat.
“If anyone here knows the reason why these two should not be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace”she mimicked a holy voice and continued.
“I’ll stand and scream ‘me, why? Because Yolanda is a short bitch who uses heels to be tall!’”she said and sat down.
“Dummy. Not when it’s BMW we’re talking about. From the look of things, there won’t be any priest or officiator saying that cause there’ll be no wedding”Courtney rolled her eyes, sipping from her straw. She’s the only one drinking coca cola.
Trisha and Ann are both drinking milkshakes from straws too.
“I’m just talking bro, that’s why you’ll never stop being a we-rey”Ann scoffed.
“I thought you both had put bitterness and malice aside”Trisha teased.
“Never”they chorused.
Ann checked her phone and her cheeks flushed immediately.
“What’s that?”Courtney and Trisha chorused.
“My Wizard needs me”she winked and stood up, running away.
“She’s a nutcase,”Courtney scoffed.
“My Annie,”Trisha smiled.
Courtney leaned, frowning. “Repeat,”she glared.
“Fine. My Annie and my Court”Trisha rolled her eyes and stood up.
“Be right back,”she said and walked away.
“Now, I’m alone,”Courtney muttered.
“I can fill the space”a charming guy sat on Ann’s seat, smiling at her. His British accent, so clean.
“Ohh, I really don’t mean I need a partner,”she laughed.
“Well”he shrugged, smiling handsomely. “I can be your partner,”he winked. He took Ann’s milkshake, almost sipping from it when someone intentionally spilled it.
“The füç??”he widened his eyes, looking at his soiled shirt and back to the culprit.
Axel.
“Oi, mate, why’d you pull this stunt, eh?”the guy asked.
“Oi, I’m not your mate. Oi, she’s my girlfriend”Axel said.
“Sorry, bro”he raised his hands in surrender, standing up. Without further exchange of words, he left.
Axel took his place.
“Seriously? I see a jealous boyfriend”Courtney teased.
“You could have told him you have a boyfriend, not waiting for me to pull that stunt”he scoffed, she laughed.
“Yeah. My CONTRACT boyfriend”she airquoted.
“So? I’m your boyfriend. No other guy has the right to do shits with you till our contract ends”he looked away.
“Fine. It’s ending in two days though”Courtney said, taking another sip of her drink.
“What if we extend the contract… or we don’t stop at all?”Axel seriously asked.
“Oooh, that will be more money in my pocket… I’m in, bro”she leaned, subtly interested.
“This time, we do what real lovers do. We date for real”he said.
She paused. Then blinked.
“Huh?”
“Let’s date for real Courtney. I like you”Axel said.
“Damn you, you handsome jerk!”she screamed, standing up. She jumped on him, hugging the life out of him.
“Please, I’m asthmatic”he whispered in the choke.
•Axel’s Home•
Britney walked in, as exhausted as füç?.
“Welcome mummy”Ella ran to her, hugging her legs.
“Hey Ella”Britney muttered, still not believing herself.
“What did you get for me?”Ella blinked twice, cutely.
“Umm, peanuts… your favorite”Britney gave her the little snack bag.
Ella collected it and took a quick glance in it, smiling.
“Yay, thanks mom. I love you”she said and climbed the couch, stealing two or three pecks on her mom’s cheeks.
Britney’s eyes widened.
“Did you get some for Kiki too?”Ella asked.
“I..”
“Never mind, I’ll share with her”Ella cut her off, jumping down, she ran up to her room.
Britney held her chest, breathing hard.
“What?!”she screamed in excitement and surprise.
•Love me, Love you Boutique•
“Beautiful… hot… ???y… sweet… lovely… I’m fúcking dying…”Freddy always have the next word to say anytime Ann comes out of the dressing room in fine as füç? dresses.
“Now, what do you have to say about this?”Ann walked out, pouting.
She’s in a LBD with a modest front and open back. It hugged her shape perfectly.
Freddy stood up unknowingly, he walked to her and held her waist, pulling her to himself.
“Burst my brain, Korean goddess”he whispered.
“I’m hot?”she chuckled.
“That’s an understatement, you’re just like a newly wedded wife bound to score her innocent husband”he said.
“Awwwn. Kinky, but I like that”she hugged him.
•A Banquet Hall•
Entering the grand hall, one is greeted by rows of white chairs adorned with delicate ribbons and flowers which are all facing the beautiful stage where the bride and groom will exchange vows.
There’s a large projector behind the stage, waiting to project the couple’s blissful times they spent together.
Or not.
Polished floors and high ceilings filled with thousands of colorful bulbs and chandeliers.
Prestigious men and women of high-classes and power are already present, waiting patiently for the bride and groom’s grand entry.
Chinese, English dignitaries, Spanish, Italians, Americans and more.
But soon, it turned into impatience.
They grew impatient, after hours of waiting fruitlessly.
The tired ones started leaving.
Ronald stood somewhere, talking to his trusted thug.
July stood by a food-filled table, eating slowly from a plate of chips but her eyes roamed, wondering why Ronald is acting weird. Or maybe she’s just scared that his plan would work.
“Hey, Cinderella,”Jeremy walked to her. He’s dressed in a blue tuxedo, marching with his blue shirt and pants. His hair is also colored blue.
“Hey Prince charming”she scoffed.
“You talked to me. That’s a plus”he nodded, looking around.
“I think Ronald knows this day will be a mess for him,”July said.
“Why?”he asked.
“I don’t know,”she muffled.
“Nothing’s happening baby”he rolled his eyes, she nodded.
Courtney, Ann, Axel and Freddy sat on a round table, just staring.
Selena sat beside Dax, both holding flutes, half-filled with wine.
While Dax is waiting for the ‘gawd forsaken Bryan’, Selena badly wants to know what Bryan has against Ronald.
She’d prepared the cops and soon, just maybe Ronald will be arrested.
And her prayer was answered.
The projector was turned on.
What came on screen at first was the video of Bryan’s Phantom Art Gallery.
The real owner’s name and picture was displayed.
No one else but BRYAN MILLER WALTERS.
•Wait, the groom owns the phantom art gallery?
•It’s said that the owner was twelve years old when he bought it… it’s Bryan Walters?
•Holy hell. The Walters family’s wealth isn’t crashing after all.
“What? Bryan owns that gallery I visit all of the fúcking time? No, it’s never possible!”Dax sprang up.
Selena only batted her lids in shock.
Her son is filthy rich? Even than his family?
Before the family’s business crashed, they were only the third ranking while the gallery was number one among others.
So Bryan was and Is the owner?
“No wonder Quiet Arsehole could buy a one in a billion necklace for Trisha”Freddy laughed, swinging his legs.
“That dude is unpredictable”Axel shook his head.
“Where exactly is he? And Trisha”Courtney looked around.
“Stop looking, they won’t come.”Ann chuckled.
“Especially, not now that bro has more to show us,”Freddy smiled.
Jeremy and July got to them, settling down to join the conversation.
The video ended and it was switched to Ronald’s scene.
Outside, Ronald paced, wondering why Bryan hadn’t come with his daughter.
He sighed and faced his most trusted thug.
“You know the plan. I told you if it looks like Bryan’s trying to play with me, you go in there and pull Selena out. No time wasting, bring her out and use the bullet on her”he said.
“Yes chairman”the thug replied and walked back in, but before he could enter, at the entrance, he was silently gunned down by a guard(the guards hired by Bryan to finish Ronald’s men).
The law was simple, clear all Ronald’s men, leave Ronald alive.
The thug’s dead body was secretly pulled away.
In a few seconds, all seven Ronald’s men were secretly gone.
Ronald was still outside, pacing, oblivious of what happened to his guards mounting the entrance. Not when they’ve been replaced.
He brought out his phone when a message entered.
Unlocking it, he saw a video from an unknown number.
Yolanda is on screen.
She’s somewhere no one knows, chained to the wall, bald on a side of her head, then miserable looking as a result of the swells on her face and ass. Some parts of her dress are torn already.
“Daddy, if you can HELP me, do it quickly! My arse hurts, I’m fúcking dying… I…”Yolanda was still screaming when the video was cut.
“Yolanda?!”Ronald screamed.
He turned crazy as he ran in, pushing the guards at the entrance. To him, those are his bald head guards.
Going in, was another trouble.
On the projector screen is the video of his young self when he was shamelessly accepting the accusations of killing Alexander Walters from his wife.
The hall scattered, but that didn’t make it completely disorganized… not until the people watched the scene Ronald killed his wife.
He paused, watching his lowly self on the screen.
Heads turned to him, eyes stared at him in disbelief.
Phones chimed and beeped right there, a few people checked their phones.
It’s the news of Ronald Dawson being the murderer of The Walters Hotels and Resorts former chairman, Alexander Walters.
How it got online, no one knows. But it’s spreading so fast, not only that, he’s accused of being a thief and right now, mobs are attacking his company.
“I knew from the very start that Bryan was up to something after he signed that marriage pact, but I never knew it would get to this”Ronald chuckled, clapping his hands.
“You killed my husband, Ronald?! You have been the consoler these years but it has really been you?!”Selena marched to him in tears.
“Yes, I did. Alexander was becoming unbearable. We were friends and business partners alright, but he acted like he had the upper hand and it was frustrating, my dear Selene”he replied.
Everyone gasped.
He didn’t deny it?
“Don’t call me, Selene. I hate you Ronald. I trusted you with all I had, I even avoided my own son because of you… I thought you wanted the good of our family!”Selena pushed his chest.
“That’s the point. You trusted me too much. Now I have your company’s wealth! And now, it’ll be gone from me. Everyone already knows who I am, so there’s no need to hide it. I killed Alexander Walters!”Ronald yelled.
He’s weaponless, where’re his guards? They should come kill every fúcking one here!
“You don’t need to live Ronald. Where’re the fúcking cops!”Selena screamed.
“Calm down mom,”Freddy assured her.
“Freddy… no police?”Selena stuttered.
“What did Bryan do?”she muffled.
“He…”that was all Freddy could say.
The lights in the hall turned off.
Everyone screamed, hitting heads on each other.
At first, Selena thought it was Ronald’s doing. Maybe he wanted to kill them all and end everything but then she remembered her psycho of a son.
The lights went on after some minutes and everyone lying on the floor stood up.
“Am I alive?”Ann whispered to Courtney.
The latter scoffed.
As the lights turned on, everything looked normal. Except for the fact that Ronald was nowhere to be found.
•Ronald escaped!
•He’s a big criminal.
“Bryan doesn’t want Ronald to be arrested… he believes law doesn’t punish enough.”Freddy whispered to Selena.
“So… Ronald didn’t escape?”she quietly asked.
“No. He’s probably in a van with one of Bryan’s special guards. Bryan will deal with him for you”Freddy smiled. She nodded, smiling too.
Dax looked around. Immediately he didn’t see Ronald, he boiled.
He knows Bryan. Ronald didn’t escape as people are saying, the lights were intentionally tampered with and Bryan took Ronald away.
He marched out. He’ll ruin Bryan today.
That black girl…. He’ll touch her no matter what.
•Bryan’s Home~ Computer Room•
“Ronald isn’t there anymore? He escaped?”Trisha gasped, standing up.
Together with Bryan, on his laps, she’s been watching everything happening ONLY in the hall. Including the part that Ann was stealing from the cake and Courtney slapped her hand.
“What do you think?”Bryan pulled her back on his lap.
“He has to be arrested, he killed his wife and… your father”Trisha replied.
“He’s arrested,”Bryan shrugged.
“How? I didn’t see the cops anywhere on the screen”Trisha said.
“He’s arrested by me, Trisha,”Bryan added.
Trisha blinked, not getting it. Bryan didn’t explain, there was no need to.
She’s too soft to be told Ronald will be joining his daughter in the abandoned Warehouse and be there till Bryan decides to end them… that’s after they cry blood.
Bryan checked his phone and chuckled. Guess it’s one person left.
He stood up and walked out without saying anything.
Trisha only squinted.
•A Hotel~Room•
Dax placed a hand on his waist, his other hand holding his phone to his left ear.
“I don’t know how you’ll get into the bastard’s house but I want him and his girl at my feet within an hour,”he said.
“You contacted the right gang, we do clean jobs, you won’t regret”a thick voice was heard from the other side.
“Good. Let’s see how horrible he’ll look, all tied, watching me fúck his colored girl before him”Dax muffled.
“Before you disconnect the call, turn around,”the voice said.
“Why?”Dax asked.
“Won’t you turn around, big brother?”the voice asked. It sounded nearer, apart from the call… like the person was there.
Dax slowly turned and moved back when he saw the least expected person, disconnecting the call.
The guy stuck his phone in his pocket and smiled at him.
“Bryan? How… how…”Dax stuttered.
“You actually won the ‘biggest fool of the year’ award, big brother,” Bryan sneered, his smile dripping with contempt.
TBC…
