INICIAR SESIÓNLisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?
Ver másIn the opulent halls of her family’s estate, where every step echoed with the weight of expectation Lisha felt suffocated with the life she was destined to lead. She didn’t want all that for herself she wanted to be free. She acted a certain way , ate a certain way , spoke a certain way to uphold the dignity of the Wellis household. The only time she could be herself is was when she was with Gladys the house help who always brought her cookies from her son’s bakery every Saturday. They were very fond of each other , they would talk throughout the day as Gladys cleans Lisha’s room , make jokes and laugh together as if they were destined to meet and always be together.
“Father I don’t want to marry him!” “Do you even know what great heights the business will reach? “He promised to give me a share of 5% from his business as a wedding gift ,and you want that opportunity to slide by ? Impossible!” .”I’m tired of you making decisions for me father. “ Lisha runs back crying in her room and found comfort in the arms of Gladys. Lisha felt her world crumbling down but then she remembered the words of her mother in the her death bed “ live your life to the fullest “ . She swore not to get married until she could live her life without decisions being made on her behalf. The sun was setting over the rolling hills of the vineyard estate, casting a warm golden glow over the meticulously planned wedding of the year. The bride , Lisha , was a vision in white, her lace gown hugging her curves in all the right places as she prepared to walk down the aisle. The ceremony was held on a lush green lawn overlooking a serene lake with the majestic mountains in the background. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the soft chirping of birds . “Well it didn’t take long for my father to exchange me for 5% shares in just 2 weeks “. “You look lovely in that wedding dress”. “I don’t want to look this way Gladys, not only do I want to look lovely but I also want to be happy , can’t you see that I’m not happy?” Sweetie I know and I could’ve done anything to help but this benefits your family.” “Gladys you know my mom would have done anything to stop this , if you ever had any consideration for me then please help me out.” “I…I…I…” She sighs. “123 Lavender Lane shop 37”. “Thank you “. “Just be safe sweetie and here’s your card to buy anything you may need “. They both smiled at each other as Lisha makes her way to freedom. Sophia's feet pounded the pavement as she ran down the familiar streets of her neighborhood, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground echoing through the evening air. She had been feeling suffocated by her life as an heiress, with every moment accounted for and every decision made by her family. “Gladys, where is my princess? I’ve come to send her off to her husband “. “ She’s not here”. “That’s fine just call her from where…”. “She ran away , she said she didn’t want the marriage she said she wants to be free and please let her be herself Mr Wellis”. “Do you think life is a game? , does she…does she think life is a game !!! Huh!! I have guests outside , potential business partners, what I’m I suppose to say to them?! And the family business? “What about your daughter’s happiness?” “What daughter?” “I don’t have a daughter.” “Let me go fix my family business and stop entertaining strangers”. After hearing Mr Wellis shouting the guests understood the situation, some of them gasped in shock, while others whispered to each other, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Mr Wellis face was red with anger and embarrassment. The groom, Alex, stood at the altar, looking shell-shocked and humiliated. He had been left standing alone, waiting for his business commodity, and now he was left to face the embarrassment of being jilted in front of all their friends and family. The ceremony, which had been so carefully planned and executed, had turned into a disaster. The music stopped, the flowers seemed wilted, and the once-romantic atmosphere was now filled with tension and embarrassment. As the guests began to file out of the ceremony, they couldn't help but wonder what had driven Lisha to run away. Had she gotten cold feet? Was she having second thoughts? Or was there something more to the story?The scene was one of chaos and confusion, with everyone trying to make sense of what had just happened. But as the dust settled, one thing was clear: nothing would ever be the same again.The machines arrived before sunrise. Dave was already awake. Not just awake—ready.There was an energy in him that hadn’t been there in a long time. He moved faster, lighter, almost as if something inside him had finally aligned with who he used to be.When he stepped out, Lisha was already there, watching him with quiet amusement.“You’re smiling this early?” she said. “That’s new.”Dave didn’t even try to hide it. “Today’s a big day.”Lisha tilted her head slightly. “You look like a child on his birthday.”Dave laughed softly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.”“Then explain it to me,” she said.He paused for a moment, then spoke more sincerely.“This… this is the first time in a while I feel like I can actually do something. Not just exist. Not just… survive.” He looked at her. “So yeah—it means a lot.”Something in his tone made her expression soften.“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.Dave nodded, grateful. “Thank you, Lisha. Really.”They left together. And as they walked in
Dave counted the days without meaning to.Each morning felt like a step closer to something he had been craving—not just purpose, but identity. The baking machines. Until then, reality humbled him.His first official day behind the counter was… far from impressive.“I asked for a latte, not a life decision,” one customer muttered after taking a sip.Another simply stared at the cup, then at Dave, and said, “Are you experimenting on us?”Dave forced a smile through it all, nodding politely, apologizing more times than he could count.Behind him, one of the staff whispered, “Too much foam,” while another quietly took over a drink he had just made. But he didn’t quit.By the third day, something shifted.“Less water, more control,” one coworker guided, standing beside him.“Watch the pour,” another added. “Feel it, don’t fight it.”They were patient, surprisingly so. And Dave listened—carefully, humbly, learning with every mistake. Each bad cup became a better one. Each complaint became
Lisha barely slept that night. Morning couldn’t come fast enough. The idea of finally pulling Dave into her world—not as a guest, but as part of it—brought a quiet excitement she didn’t bother to question.Dave, on the other hand, woke before dawn.He stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, adjusting his suit, smoothing out invisible creases. It felt unfamiliar—too polished, too distant from the man he used to be. When he stepped out, Lisha was already waiting.“Early,” she noted.Dave gave a small smile. “Didn’t want to be late on my first day.”For a brief moment, something like approval passed through her eyes.“Let’s go.”The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. There was a strange shift between them—less tension, more… alignment.As they stepped out of the car, Dave glanced down at himself and chuckled lightly.“I feel like a rich man in this suit,” he teased.Lisha smirked faintly. “You look the part.”But the moment they entered everything changed. Heads turned and c
Lisha was not a woman who missed details. She had been watching Dave closely for days. The way he moved through the house without purpose.The long silences.The distant look in his eyes whenever he thought no one was paying attention.One afternoon, she found him seated in the living room, staring blankly at nothing in particular.“Dave,” she called gently.He looked up, slightly startled. “Yeah?”“Come,” she said, gesturing toward the sitting area. “Let’s talk.”There was something different in her tone—less commanding, more… human. Dave hesitated for a moment before joining her.For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Lisha broke the silence.“You’re not settling in,” she said plainly.It wasn’t a question. Dave let out a quiet breath, rubbing his hands together.“I’m trying,” he replied. “It’s just… different.”“Different how?”He paused. And for the first time since moving in, he didn’t filter himself completely.“I miss them,” he admitted quietly.Lisha didn’t interrupt.“Adia…






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