Again 21iii
Incoming Alert 🥁
Wale Bought Nneoma a Private Jet !!!
She thought nothing could surprise her anymore… until Wale handed her a gift that shook the ground beneath her feet. A private jet. Her unreleased novel brought to life. And two of her favorite authors flown in to celebrate her. Tears, screams, and love collide in Chapter 21iii
Wale triple freaking got Nneoma a PRIVATE JET???? The endless zeros behind that decision!-Barbie
And if that wasn’t enough he flew down BOTH Ana Huang and Rina Kent to launch her book. Like… what???
Nneoma is OFFICIALLY an author. OFFICIALLY.
Nneoma’s POV
I slipped into my gown and, for a moment, just stood there, taking it all in. The blush pink fabric hugged my curves, each crystal catching the light like tiny stars scattered across the night sky. The square neckline framed my collarbones neatly, thin straps glinting against my skin. I couldn’t help but notice how the color played against my caramel tone soft, glowing, almost golden.
The waist cinched perfectly before the fabric draped over my hips, flowing down into a sweep of sparkle with a slit that cut high along my thigh. Bold. Daring. It felt like it demanded space without asking for permission.
My hair fell in loose, glossy waves black as midnight brushing against my bare shoulders and spilling down my back in effortless volume. With every step, it swayed like a silken curtain framing the shimmer of my dress.
Donald had kept my makeup radiant but light: bronzed skin, rose-gold lids, a sweep of lashes, and soft pink lips that mirrored the gown. Silver heels peeked out from beneath the hem, delicate yet strong, just enough to make me taller and hold myself straighter.
Then came the piece that mattered most: a diamond bracelet etched with mine and Wale’s initials. It caught the light instantly, glowing in a way that drew every gaze toward it. No matter how dazzling the gown was, the bracelet stole the attention.
I looked at my reflection again. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t just look dressed I looked like I was becoming the woman I wanted to be. Luminous. Untouchable. Unforgettable.
Wale stood in a grey suit that screamed luxury. I didn’t even want to know the price. Every detail from the tucked-in collar to the perfectly cut trousers was made for him. With every outfit, every day, I found new reasons to fall in love with him all over again.
We walked hand in hand. He tried to blindfold me, but I refused Not after Donald just worked on this makeup, I laughed. Even though Donald followed behind in the car, I didn’t want to stress him again.
We entered the hall in the bustling city of Japan. High, suspended ceilings towered above us, black curtains draped elegantly around the room. The décor was breathtaking flowers bloomed in the sitting area, paint-and-sip materials were neatly set up, and a huge cinema-like screen displayed my pictures. Letters were scattered across the space, and as I spotted each one, my heart swelled until tears spilled freely.
Wale only smiled. Oh, we’re not done yet,
he whispered, pointing out countless gifts waiting in the wings.
In the elevator, heading upstairs, I was still overwhelmed by all the love I had received. He rubbed my hand in circles, soothing, grounding me in the moment. When the doors opened, he placed a chaste kiss on my hand and led me into a private suite.
That’s when my mouth dropped open.
OMG. Wale… is this what I think it is? A party on a private jet? Wait, hold on what’s going on here?
He smiled that smile the one that always undid me. I kept thinking… what can I give you for your birthday? I felt like I had already given you everything I could think of. But tonight, I want to give you this speech, and a toast first.
He held my hand, eyes fixed on me as he spoke.
I will never get tired of saying how proud I am of you. You amaze me every day. When others say something is impossible, your eyes spark with interest, and you say, ‘It’s not impossible we just haven’t thought of the solution yet.
I’ve seen you smash glass ceilings first in products, then in your finances and then go for more. It hurts me that you don’t see how special you are, not just to me, but to everyone gathered here. Instead, you let those thoughts creep in that everyone hates me.
Let this night be a reminder: we love you. I am helplessly in love with you. There is no lifetime where I haven’t imagined holding your tiny hands in mine, or feeling your eyes search for me when you enter a room. You are my treasure, and I want to keep you in my museum forever.
Shivers ran down my spine. I leaned in for a quick kiss, but Wale kissed me ravenously, a hunger that pulled me into him. I returned it just as eagerly, my heart pounding. When he finally broke the kiss, his next words shattered me.
My gift to you… is this sleek baby. You now have your own private jet.
I screamed so loud the building could have collapsed. My initials were painted on it in signature form. I was paralyzed. I pulled him into a hug, sobbing, clutching him like I’d never let go.
You’re welcome, babes. I love you, he whispered, rubbing my back.
The tears poured down like a river.
And then just when I thought I couldn’t take any more he said, Oh no. We’re not done.
That’s when I saw it.
A pink van. Filled with copies of my novel
the one I had never released. And standing beside it? Rina Kent and Ana Huang.
My legs gave out. I hit the floor, screaming. Wale! Oh my God, Wale!
I stumbled toward them.
Rina smiled. I was wondering why I was asked to review this book. It’s powerful. I felt the emotions spilling out of every page. You’ve turned your pain into art. Some parts could be re-edited, sure but sometimes things are perfect just as they are.
I almost pinched myself. Was this real? Rina Kent Rina Kent was talking about my book. We chatted briefly, and she even let me sign her copy. We took selfies though she whispered that she was private and I shouldn’t post them. She hugged me tight and whispered: Your man is a keeper. Keep him.
Then Ana Huang stepped forward. Two men asked me to review this book. I realized it was a real-life story. I must say you translated your pain beautifully. I rarely leave my office, my schedule is insane, but your man paid me a lot to show up here. And I’m glad he did.”
I gasped, tears flowing uncontrollably. Ana signed my book and even handed me a rare collector’s edition of hers. Happy birthday, she said with a smile.
I ran back to Wale, tilting his chin up. “Thank you. How do I even match this? How do I say I love you in a way that’s enough? You just… you get me.”
My friends screamed, hugging Wale. Yagi and Somkele cried openly, telling him, Thank you for loving her the way you do.
Donald touched up my makeup as I snapped photos by the pink van filled with my books. Videos, selfies, autographs everything blurred together. My novel was finally real.
I was an author.
The tears kept flowing until my vision blurred.
To be continued…
Barbie as Narrator
Wait. Hold on. My English is failing me. My vocal cords and brain are not working together because
Wale triple freaking got Nneoma a PRIVATE JET???? The endless zeros behind that decision!
And if that wasn’t enough he flew down BOTH Ana Huang and Rina Kent to launch her book. Like… what???
Nneoma is OFFICIALLY an author. OFFICIALLY.
This girl really won with Wale. Damn. Somebody give me that prayer word-for-word! Because not only did he get her dream authors here, he gave her the dream she didn’t even dare to dream.
Side-eye to Wale though we still want to know what he’s hiding. But for now? Yeah… I might be biased.
Let’s bet that the proposal would be today or the next chapter !!! If her birthday is like this then how would the proposal be ?
I swear if you let go of wale nneoma I’ll date him Jezz oh my goodness what a man !