How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

lifted his hand.

“Let her pass.”

Ephoma walked forward slowly. Her sandals made almost no sound on the polished floor.

She knelt before Ibuka and opened the bowl.

The smell of yam, palm oil sauce, garden eggs, and herbs rose gently into the room.

Adana folded her arms.

“If this is a joke, it is a poor one.”

Ibuka ignored her.

Ephoma took a small piece of yam,continue reading …