The Uber slowed to a halt in front of the estate gate. Cecilia’s hands were still trembling as she wiped the tears from her face. Her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since that moment since James’s betrayal, that cruel smirk, that other girl’s words still echoing in her head like a curse. She glanced around, hoping to see Alex waiting where he had dropped her off earlier. But the spot was empty. No sign of him. “Madam, no one dey here o. Should I drive you in?” the driver asked, turning slightly. “Yes… yes, just drive me home,” she muttered. The car rolled into the estate, quiet streets sliding past her window like a blur. Every corner looked the same, every house calm too calm, as if the whole world was pretending not to notice her breaking apart inside. When they reached the gate of the compound, the security men opened it after a quick check. She thanked the driver faintly and stepped out. The Uber pulled away, leaving her standing there, small and heavy in her white gown, heels
Saturday morning arrived with a deceptive calmness. The sun poured gently through the glass panes, casting warm lines across the marble floors. Breakfast was served toast, scrambled eggs, and fresh juice the usual weekend peace that had been absent for weeks. Since Wednesday, no shadowy movements, no strange murmurs, no lurking fears. The house finally felt… normal. But peace in that household had a way of turning into a trap. Cecilia had been restless all morning. She spent almost an hour dressing up, her mirror becoming her silent accomplice. The short white gown clung to her in all the right places, the black heels adding that extra height she knew James adored. Her long human hair wig nearly swept her waist, and the faint shimmer of her makeup caught the soft bedroom light. She adjusted her golden wristwatch, fastened her chain, tapped her bracelet, and checked herself one last time twice turning around to catch her reflection from behind. “Perfect,” she whispered, even blowing
Friday evening settled over the estate like a thick, deceptive blanket of peace. The air was cooler than the previous nights, and for the first time in weeks, Felix found himself sitting outside with a glass of wine, the wind teasing the leaves while the night lamps hummed quietly. Three days of calm had done wonders for his spirit no shadowy figures darting past windows, no murmurs of strange noises, no cryptic threats sliding under doors. The compound was still guarded by officers at every corner, their presence now almost blending into the rhythm of the household.Detective Obasi’s car rolled into the driveway, headlights cutting through the dimness. Felix stood to greet him, already wearing a smile that looked almost foreign on his face after so many tense weeks.“Detective Obasi,” Felix began, extending a hand, “I want to use this medium to thank you and your officers for your support. For the past three to four days now, we haven’t noticed any suspicious movement no shadows, no
Monday started heavy — the kind of morning where even the birds outside sounded muted. Breakfast was eaten without a single spark of joy. Forks clicked against plates, coffee steamed, and nobody dared start a proper conversation. Cecilia passed Alex twice at the dining table, wearing a white short bum short and a black crop top. Her long hair fell freely down her shoulders, catching the soft morning light. Alex didn’t say a word — just scrolled his phone — but his eyes flickered once, briefly, before returning to the screen. By late morning, the sharp growl of a car engine broke the silence outside. Moments later, the doorbell rang, and Sandra went to open it. “Who are those?” Felix called from the study. Two familiar faces stepped in — Finn and Enzo, Alex’s longtime friends. “Alex! What’s up, bro?” Finn said loudly, pulling him into a quick, heavy handshake. “Man, you two,” Alex muttered, a small, reluctant smile tugging his lips. “You just stormed in like the FBI.” “Ha
Sunday mornings in the house had become a rare moment of calm, a fleeting breath in a week choked with unease and whispers. The air smelled faintly of fried eggs and freshly brewed tea. Felix sat in the living room with Florence beside him, their shoulders brushing lightly, a comfort they had learned to find in each other despite the storm that still brewed outside their gates. Cecilia sat opposite them, scrolling idly on her phone, while Alex lounged carelessly on the single chair, one arm draped over its edge. Sandra had rejoined her duties that morning whole and healthy now, her return adding a sense of normalcy they all secretly craved. “Movie time?” Felix had suggested after breakfast, trying to create an atmosphere less tense than the previous days. Soon, they were all in the living room, the television flickering to life. A film neither serious nor shallow it started off as harmless, drawing a few smiles, a few chuckles. Even Sandra, who usually avoided sitting for long when
Saturday evenings in the city carried their own mood: soft lights spilling from balconies, distant hums of traffic, and the quiet shuffle of people either settling in or preparing for a night out. Inside a modest living room, the clink of a wine glass broke the silence. “It’s been a while,” Sonia said as she set her glass down on the table, leaning back into the faded sofa. “How’s everything holding up?” Annabel managed a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I thank God… I’m breathing.” Sonia’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry about the way boss fired you. But tell me, what really happened? What did you do?” Annabel sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her own glass. “Sonia… all I can say is that Florence is the one behind all these, for real. And my God will judge her.” “Just calm down, babe, you hear? Hope you’re good at least?” Sonia asked, studying her closely. “I’m fine. I’ve been writing applications to different companies since that time, but they just promise t