{"id":611,"date":"2026-01-22T06:13:13","date_gmt":"2026-01-22T06:13:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/?p=611"},"modified":"2026-01-22T06:13:13","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T06:13:13","slug":"the-cane-of-wealth-novel-chapter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-cane-of-wealth-novel-chapter-3\/","title":{"rendered":"THE CANE OF WEALTH Novel Chapter 3"},"content":{"rendered":"
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VOLUME 3<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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NTWENHLE<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Waking up I\u2019m a bit disoriented. My head and body feels heavy. I\u2019m not in any pain but I feel groggy and fuzzy. It takes a couple of blinking sessions and stressing my brains to remember that I fainted.<\/div>\n
The thought makes me freeze for a while. I never faint. I have never heard even once my father telling me a story about me fainting when I was young. I honestly don\u2019t know what could be the reason behind my sudden English behaviour but that cane\u2026\u2026.my body still recoils in horror at the thought of that cane. I discard the thought immediately before it turns me into a bougie person once again. I focus on my surroundings.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m on an enormous bed slipping over some real silk sheets, the comforter covering feels like heaven comfort. Damn it smells fresh! I inhale the vanilla scented fabric softener on the comforter until my mouth starts watering, suddenly I\u2019m craving a scoop of vanilla ice cream. This is what they call sleeping clean. I bet even my dreams were so soft and tidy probably why I don\u2019t remember them.<\/div>\n
This is the fanciest I have slept in a while. The last time I slept on some Egyptian sheets was when Thabiso and I stole from Ndaba, we were enjoying the fruits of our hard labour. I feel like a princess though my heart still somersault in fear at the thought of the cane.<\/div>\n
I sit up straight from the bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes, and immediately as drowsiness wears off, my eyes fall on a man seated on the couch by the window. At first I think I\u2019m seeing things but I blink a couple of times to make sure that I\u2019m really in company of a stranger.<\/div>\n
First thing is first. I clench my vaginal muscles to feel if nothing penetrated me while I was still consumed by sleep. With this other gender we are never safe. I think I\u2019m good, my one month virginity is still intact.<\/div>\n
I want to think that he is some sort of a body guard but something about his posture and aura tells me he isn\u2019t that. He looks very comfortable for a guard man. I don\u2019t even think he is aware that I\u2019m awake. He is got his back reflected on me and the only thing I see is a black hoodie and some really serious knees stretched wide apart as he sits on a one seater couch.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I gather myself with a deep breath before I greet him,<\/div>\n
\u201cHi\u201d I wait for his response or reaction but nothing\u2026\u2026. it seems I greeted a wall.<\/div>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d I try again, increasing the volume a bit and still he doesn\u2019t even as much flinch. Is he not supposed to talk to me? I want to call him again but something tells me to bite my tongue. His aura tells me that he is not one to be messed with.<\/div>\n
I decide to leave him alone and go find Bra Mindlos. I honestly don\u2019t know what our fake marriage entails. I want to know if it\u2019s just a smash of the season kind of thing so I prepare myself. I fainted before he could explain what exactly all this means and how long it\u2019s going to last.<\/div>\n
As I slide out of bed the door opens and my fake husband walks in. I want to roll my eyes but I\u2019m trying not to die. His smile is priceless as he walks through the door.<\/div>\n
\u201cYour awake\u201d that cane of his is still in his hand and making a sound that awakens the hairs at the nape of my neck,<\/div>\n
\u201cHave you introduced yourself to your husband?\u201d his smile broadens with each step he takes towards me,<\/div>\n
I frown. He looks between me and the stranger by the window with a smile,<\/div>\n
\u201cI trust you to introduce yourself sweetheart\u201d he winks at me and turn to look at the stranger,<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad you have calmed down son, Boli was just doing his job\u201d he say looking at the guy but the guy doesn\u2019t afford him even a glance,<\/div>\n
I\u2019m a bit confused,<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean have I introduced myself to my husband?\u201d I ask,<\/div>\n
He frowns \u201cWhy do you think you\u2019re here Ntwenhle?\u201d he asks back,<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here to clear of my debt. You told my parents you\u2019re marrying me so I can\u2026\u2026\u2026\u201d his terrible laughter cuts me in. He laughs like a damn hyena!<\/div>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not my type sisi! I love my women with flat stomachs!\u201d says a pig with a belly that I\u2019m damn sure hides his pinky finger di8ck!\u2026\u2026\u2026When I catch Mandla one day! When I catch him! He\u2019ll regret coming for me and my belly.<\/div>\n
There is a silent chuckle somewhere in the room and I damn sure as hell know it\u2019s that mute thing by the window that didn\u2019t even acknowledge me.<\/div>\n
\u201cAnd what the hell do you mean clear off your debt? I don\u2019t do business with takalanies. It\u2019s your father that owes me and he is the reason why you\u2019re marrying my son over there. That is Zenzele Mabaso, your husband!\u201d<\/div>\n
My jaws meet the floor. I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s the discovery of my innocent father being the reason why I\u2019m in this mess or it\u2019s the fact that I\u2019m being married off to his son that I don\u2019t know and didn\u2019t even know existed until today.<\/div>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, as soon as you give him a son you can go. Your just my makoti of the season until I need another son\u201d bra Mindlos continues to add but I\u2019m not focused on him, my mind is drawn to the stranger by the window,<\/div>\n
\u201cThat door leads to the bathroom and the small passage falls into the walk in closet. Brenda brought your bags in the room and dinner will be at 7pm sharp. Make sure to bring your husband down with. A doctor will be here in the morning to check you up, I don\u2019t want you fainting again when you\u2019re pregnant with my grandson. In the main time you can get to know your husband but don\u2019t touch my son until your checked Ntwenhle. Other than that, feel at home and welcome to the Mabaso household\u201d he grins and blows me a kiss before he lifts that cane of his and walk towards the door.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m numb. From head to toe I\u2019m just numb. I, Ntwenhle Mbatha I\u2019m numb and speechless, and watching this fat tall ass old man walking out of the room leaving me with nothing to say.<\/div>\n
\u201cAnd oh before I forget, your husband is blind!\u201d he drops the bomb that dislocate my jaws before he closes the door. I\u2019m beyond frozen at this moment. Everything in me is still and looking at the figure seated by the window. I\u2019m screwed!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I don\u2019t know how long I sit on the bed for staring at the man who won\u2019t even look at me. I now know he can\u2019t see but he won\u2019t even acknowledge me, or at least turn to look my way. The room feels like a mountain between us. I don\u2019t know what to do or say. Bra Mindlos is got a son? I honestly didn\u2019t know this one.<\/div>\n
As I sit on the bed I let my thoughts run wild. I realise that Bra Mindlos doesn\u2019t know about me owing him. I\u2019m here because of my father. My innocent father who sleeps with a bible opened on his bedside table is the reason I\u2019m getting pimped to the most notorious gangster\u2019s son.<\/div>\n
I need my phone. I want to call my dad and find out what exactly he did. I also have to check on Thabiso and update him about my latest developments.<\/div>\n
I drag my feet to the passage that bra Mindlos said leads to the closet. Hopefully my handbag is in there.<\/div>\n
I find it on top of my one suitcase that I packed planning to go stay with my uncle.<\/div>\n
There is a long wooden bench in the closet that separates the room into two. The other half hangs blinding white shirts, formal pants, sweaters, sneakers, formal dress shoes and I see a few casual wear but it\u2019s all a man\u2019s clothes. Definitely my mute husbands\u2019 clothes. And the other side is empty, just racks and shelves with nothing.<\/div>\n
Since I have a mute cold husband in the bedroom I decide to sit in the closet and call my people.<\/div>\n
Senzo\u2019s WhatsApp pops on my screen but I don\u2019t open it. Senzo is that boyfriend that is there because a girl must have a man. I\u2019m not emotionally connected to him or love him but I\u2019m with him because sometimes my nunu needs some scratching. And he knows how to scratch nunu. I give him a 10\/10 on that.<\/div>\n
First I call my dad but his phone rings unanswered. I try Aunty Joy as well but it also rings unanswered. Thabiso picks on the second try\u2026\u2026..<\/div>\n
\u2018Ntwana, you\u2019re okay?\u2019 he asks immediately as he picks,<\/div>\n
\u2018I\u2019m fine Ntwanas. He didn\u2019t kill me\u2019 I had sent him a text message when I saw bra Mindlos pulling up in my yard and I told him to run because I thought I was late for my escape as well,<\/div>\n
\u2018Ntwe even as I\u2019m driving to Free State now my heart is with you. I got you in this mess. What is he saying? You didn\u2019t mention me, did you?\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018I don\u2019t think he even knows about us being involved with Ndaba. We haven\u2019t really talked and I\u2019m not going to say anything if he doesn\u2019t know anything about us stealing his money\u2019 I say,<\/div>\n
\u2018Let me pull up on the side, you\u2019re not making sense\u2019<\/div>\n
I make myself comfortable as I wait for him to pull aside,<\/div>\n
\u2018I\u2019m steady Ntwana. Ware bra Mindlos doesn\u2019t know about us stealing his money?\u2019 (\u2026..you say bra\u2026\u2026..) he asks,<\/div>\n
\u2018Yes he doesn\u2019t know we stole his money from Ndaba. Apparently my father owes him and it\u2019s the reason why he came for me. He wants me to marry is son and give him a grandson to clear off my father\u2019s debt. I\u2019m still to call my dad and find out how he got mixed with bra Mindlos\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Bra Mindlos is got a son?\u2019 he is as shocked as I was,<\/div>\n
\u2018Apparently\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Where the fu8ck was he all along?\u2019 I asked myself the same question because not once have I heard of any rumours or whispers of bra Mindlos having a son,<\/div>\n
\u2018The son is not our problem right now, let\u2019s talk Ndaba\u2019 I sigh,<\/div>\n
\u2018Okay. So Ndaba looking for us has nothing to do with bra Mindlos?\u2019 he asks,<\/div>\n
\u2018I think Ndaba wants that money for himself. I don\u2019t know bra Mindlos that well but I think he lays his cards on the table. If Ndaba had told him about us he would have told me straight up. He knows nothing about our involvement\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018I have no reason to leave if that\u2019s the case\u2019 what\u2019s this fool saying now!<\/div>\n
\u2018Ndaba is still looking for us Sthabi. Don\u2019t be stupid. I\u2019m safe here at bra Mindlos and you\u2019ll be safe at your aunts\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Ntwana you\u2019re not stupid, use your brain. If bra Mindlos wants you to marry his son and give him a grandson that automatically clears our debt. I don\u2019t have to run anymore. You can cut a deal with bra Mindlos and agree to give him the baby in exchange for our freedom\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018You\u2019re such a terrible friend Thabiso you want me to sell my womb for our freedom!\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018You\u2019re already paying for Shandu\u2019s debt, you might as well tell him about our involvement so that we are all clear and free of that virus called Mandla\u2019 he say, and as I think of it, he is making sense,<\/div>\n
\u2018I hear you ntwana. Maybe you can lay low at your aunts until I clear this thing off and make sure bra Mindlos gets Ndaba off our backs\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Tell me about this stupid son. What\u2019s his name and when did Mandla have a son?\u2019 I hear him suck in breath and I know he does that when he is angry,<\/div>\n
\u2018Why are you mad?\u2019 I laugh,<\/div>\n
\u2018I don\u2019t like this idea of you being pimped to a foolish cheese boy but since it might be our only chance to freedom\u2026\u2026.\u2019 He trails off and I hear him inhale sharply through the phone,<\/div>\n
\u2018I don\u2019t know his name or anything about him. I don\u2019t even know what to say or do, he is just sitting there and saying nothing\u2019 the thought of that son freaks me out,<\/div>\n
\u2018Don\u2019t worry ntwana. Don\u2019t be afraid or overthink anything. Sleep with him once and give them the child they want. After giving birth we\u2019ll start our lives together and free\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Let me sleep on everything tonight, ntwana. I\u2019ll speak to bra Mindlos tomorrow and give you an update\u2019 I sigh,<\/div>\n
\u2018Sleep on it ntwana and think about our freedom. You can give them the child. You\u2019ll have your own baby girl one day with the man who loves you\u2019 I can\u2019t help but smile. Sthabi knows that I dream of having my baby girl some day in life,<\/div>\n
\u2018Be safe ntwana, let\u2019s talk tomorrow\u2019<\/div>\n
\u2018Love you ntwana\u2019 he say,<\/div>\n
\u2018Love you too\u2019 I drop the call, and immediately I feel the heaviness I felt in the bedroom behind me. I know it\u2019s my supposed husband before I even turn. I don\u2019t know why I feel guilty but I do.<\/div>\n
He doesn\u2019t move and I don\u2019t turn either. I\u2019m scared. Another first as well because I\u2019m never scared of people unless you\u2019re the likes of bra Mindlos or the John Wick types. I don\u2019t know why I\u2019m scared to look at this person but I am.<\/div>\n
His father said he is blind but I swear I feel stared at, from my back I feel his eyes on me and it\u2019s not a kind look at all. It feels like he is burrowing into my soul, like he is trying to figure me out or reach for something deep inside me with just his eyes.<\/div>\n
Seconds turn into minutes and we are both just standing there like statues. I don\u2019t know what to say or what to do. I offer him my back and he offers me his penetrative stare. No word comes from either of us but I can feel his scorn and rage seep through the air in the closet. My bladder clocks in on me. It happens when I\u2019m terrified. I just become so pressed I know if I stay in this heavy room any second longer I\u2019m going to pee on myself.<\/div>\n
\u201cLord take me out of this situation please!\u201d I mutter a silent prayer to myself before I take in a slow deep breath to gather my strength.<\/div>\n
Like an errand child caught with a hand in a sugar jar, I finally turn and look at him. From the bench where I\u2019m seated on I\u2019m welcomed by a tall slender figure in black joggers. I drag my eyes slowly taking him in from his knees up to his manly face.<\/div>\n
Okay he is not the most handsome of them all but damn he is a man!……lord have mercy! His posture, his aura, his cologne, his elegance, everything about him makes him an effortlessly neat and well-kept man with a masculine aura in his lean stature.<\/div>\n
He is just staring down at me with his hands buried in his pockets but I\u2019m not complaining. I would chow him on Jesus\u2019 birthday. That\u2019s how cute I find him. I know someone might give me a side eye for calling him cute but my heart and I have made up our mind, he is cute. Finish and klaar!<\/div>\n
He is not a well build guy with buff shoulders and all that but he is just tall and the kind of lean that makes me want to wrap my arms around his waist.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your last name?\u201d lord he speaks! He speaks! His voice\u2026.. Lord knows this is the kind of voice that would drop my panties with just a hello,<\/div>\n
\u201cNtwenhle\u201d I curl my tongue just so I sound cute,<\/div>\n
\u201cLast name?\u201d he raises an eyebrow. I\u2019m too taken by his handsome face\u2026..eish my bad…<\/div>\n
\u201cMbatha\u201d I say,<\/div>\n
He nods, and keeps his eyes on me. I lock my eyes with his, and minutes turn into time that I want to stand still forever. The silence between us is not uncomfortable, it\u2019s more of a silence of mystery and the way he frowns and stresses his face I think he is caught between thoughts just as I am. He is looking at me and I feel seen but something about the way his pupils dilate tells me that he is actually battling with eye sight.<\/div>\n
Like he can feel that I\u2019m now focused on his eyes he turns and leaves without another word and I\u2019m left speechless. Something clutches at my heart as I watch him walk out. I wonder what happened to him? Again I\u2019m throw aback. He is not using the mobility white cane to scan his surroundings. He walks out like a man who can see and knows his house. Why the hell is Bra Mindlos messing with me? This man can see. I refuse to believe that he is blind.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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VOLUME 3 NTWENHLE Waking up I\u2019m a bit disoriented. My head and body feels heavy. I\u2019m not in any pain […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-cane-of-wealth-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=611"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":625,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611\/revisions\/625"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}