Debby woke up happy, a grin plastered on her face. Last night had been fun—no, better than fun. And the end? Better imagined.
“Let me clean up the mess,” she muttered to herself, stretching and yawning. You know the aftermaths. Clothes everywhere.
The dress she wore? On the floor. She bent down and frowned. “Hope it’s not ripped. Eh… who cares. Worth it.”
Her eyes flicked to the corner. A piece of him. His boxer. Seriously? He even forgot this.
“Okay,” she whispered, smirking. “Another reason to call him back. And when he does…” Her mind ran wild. She reimagined what happened last night—and what would “rehappen” the moment he stepped back into her zone. Rush him. Grab him. Go straight down… because he wasn’t wearing boxers. Lol.
Debby grabbed her phone. Words already in her head:
“You need to come get your boxers because I’m not bringing it to you.”
Send.
Butterflies in her stomach. Her phone buzzed nonstop—weekend chaos. Memes. Gossip. Updates. All the usual noise.
She put her phone down for a second, then picked it up again. Her thumb hovered over the screen. Okay… let’s see what happened.
Notifications. Ping after ping. A flood of messages. She scrolled through a few, barely paying attention.
And then… something caught her eye.
“You’ve been added to a WhatsApp group.”
She froze. What?
“Who the hell added me?” she muttered, her voice low. She tapped it open.
And then her stomach dropped.
Group name: Body Count Chronicles.
First message:
“This group chat is for the body counts. You’re all invited to my wedding next Saturday.”
Debby’s fingers hovered over the screen. Her heart skipped.
Emeka.
The same Emeka who had just left her apartment a few hours ago. His boxer still lying in the corner. And now… this?
She scrolled down, disbelief turning to panic. Every single woman he’d been with—friends, cousins, familiar faces—added in one place. People she knew. People she laughed with. People she never imagined sharing this kind of secret with.
Her mind raced. Reply? Observe? Retreat?
She leaned back and muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “What the hell is going on?”
The room suddenly felt smaller, heavier. The mess from last night didn’t seem funny anymore. This was bigger. Much bigger.
And in that moment, Debby realized: nothing would ever be the same.
🔥 Cliffhanger:
Debby stares at the group chat, heart hammering. Secrets, betrayal, chaos—all in one place.
Question:
If you woke up and found yourself added to a WhatsApp group full of people secretly dating the same person, what would you do first: reply, watch, or leave?
#BodyCountChronicles #DramaSeries #WhatsAppSecrets
💥 Teaser – Chapter 2: The Group Explodes
Debby thought she had seen it all. She was wrong.
The chat started buzzing like wildfire. Fingers typing faster than brains could keep up.
Insults, accusations, curses, screenshots… chaos everywhere.
And then… the bride-to-be appeared. Calm. Controlled. Dropping messages like bombs.
“I see you all are having fun. But I know everything. Don’t worry—you’re all invited to watch me marry him.”
Debby’s stomach flipped. Every ex, every friend, every secret… now in one place.
And it was only getting started.
Who would break first? Who would explode? And what would happen when Debby decided it was time to strike back?
Stay tuned—Chapter 2 drops this weekend.
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