I met Collins on a cool Friday night in Lekki. Everything about him screamed success — designer wear, a brand new iPhone, a sleek black Range Rover parked outside. He told me he made his money through crypto and online trading. I had no reason to doubt him. He was confident, kind, and knew all the right words.
Three months into dating, I found out I was pregnant.
At first, I panicked. But Collins smiled when I told him. “You’re mine now,” he said, holding my hand. That moment felt like a promise. I thought I had found the father of my child — and maybe my future husband.
But things took a dark turn.
He began making strange calls, whispering at odd hours. One night, I overheard him say something that made my heart drop:
“This one go work pass the last. She don carry am already.”
I didn’t confront him. I acted like I heard nothing. But inside, I was trembling.
Two days later, over dinner, he looked at me and asked, “Would you do anything for me?” I nodded, not knowing what was coming.
That’s when he said it.
“I need the baby. Baba said if I offer it before birth, everything I’ve ever wanted will come to me. I’ll give you ₦10 million. You’ll live abroad. You won’t lack.”
Everything in me froze.
I didn’t touch my food. I stood up and walked out the door that night. Since then, he hasn’t stopped calling — sometimes begging, sometimes threatening. He sends gifts. Messages. One day sweet, the next full of rage.
I haven’t told anyone in my family. I’m scared they won’t believe me. I’m scared for my life. And I don’t know who I can trust anymore.
What started as love has turned into a nightmare. And now, I’m carrying not just a child — but a secret that could cost me everything.
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