I was 23, in 200 level. Broke. Hungry. Just vibes. Then I met her at a lounge in Ikeja.
Light-skinned, rich, late 30s. She called herself “Aunty Bee.” She liked the way I danced. Said I reminded her of her ex-husband.
That same night, she gave me ₦100k for “transport.” By the next week, she was paying my rent.
We started dating. She even told people I was her nephew. But in private, I was her full-time sugar baby.
Then she made a proposal:
₦500k monthly. Unlimited shopping. Just don’t fall in love with anyone else.
At first, it was sweet. But soon she started controlling me. Took my SIM card. Tracked my movements.
When I told her I wanted out?
Boom. She said she was pregnant. I panicked. My parents got involved. She even did a fake baby shower. Then, 7 months in — she claimed she “lost” the baby. Said I stressed her too much.
But I had doubts. So I did something wild: I secretly went to her hospital to ask questions. Turns out… she was never pregnant. She paid the nurse to fake the scan, head over to this page to finish reading, Tap this→ w p . m e / p g u H 8 g – v V 9
