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CHAPTER TWO: Marrying a stranger.

Author: Queen writes
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-30 01:28:45

My hand was shaking over the paper.

The pen felt heavy in my wet hand. The rain was hitting the Range Rover roof loudly. My phone was ringing again in my bag. Mummy calling again.

Mr. Jidenna Cole, the billionaire that everybody in Port Harcourt fears, was holding my hand and waiting for me to sign a marriage certificate that would make me his wife in 9 hours.

"Why me?" I whispered, looking at him. "Sir, you can get any woman in Lagos, in Abuja, fine girls with big I*******m following. Why me? A small tailor from Peter Odili road?"

He looked at me. Really looked at me. From my wet hair, to my crying eyes, to my cheap church gown that was now soaking wet.

"Because you are not after my money," he said quietly. "Every other woman my mother brings wants my company. You didn't even know who I was the first time you met me last year when you came to deliver Tari's suit to my office. You looked at me and said 'Oga, your button is about to fall, let me help you fix it'. No woman has ever said that to me."

I remembered. I had gone to his office to deliver Tari's suit and I saw his suit button loose.

"You need a groom for tomorrow. I need a wife for 30 days. It's business," he continued. "But I promise you, Amara, in these 30 days, no one will ever insult you again. Not Tari, not your cousin, not anybody. You will be under my name. My protection."

20 million naira. My own boutique in GRA. That was money I would not make in 10 years of tailoring. With that, I could bring my mother out of the village. I could start a real business.

And revenge. Sweet revenge. The thought of Tari seeing me walk down the aisle to marry his boss... the boss he kneels to greet... that thought dried my tears a little.

I closed my eyes.

And I signed.

Amara Johnson.

As soon as I signed, he took the paper, signed the witness part, took a picture of it with his phone, and sent it to someone.

"Done. My lawyer will file it first thing tomorrow morning. By 8am tomorrow, you will legally be Mrs. Amara Cole."

He started the car. "Where do you live? I will take you to get your dress."

"No," I said quickly. "I can't go back there. They are there."

He nodded, understanding immediately. He drove instead to a big hotel I have only seen on I*******m. Hotel Presidential. He drove into the VIP entrance.

He came down and opened the door for me. The hotel staff rushed out with an umbrella when they saw his car plate number.

"Suite for my wife. And call Stella, the stylist, now. Tell her it's an emergency wedding. And call the makeup team," he said to the manager.

My wife.

The manager looked at me, soaked, in slippers, then at the billionaire, and didn't ask any questions. "Yes sir, immediately sir."

In 30 minutes, I was in a hot shower. In one hour, a team of 3 women arrived with boxes. Wedding hair, makeup, nails. They brought a steamer for my wedding dress that Mr. Jidenna's driver had gone to pick from my house while Tari and Blessing had been kicked out by his security.

At 4am, I looked in the mirror. I couldn't recognize myself. My skin was glowing. My hair was laid perfectly. My white wedding dress that I sewed myself now looked like a designer's dress because of the way they styled it.

I looked beautiful. But my eyes were still scared.

A knock on the door. He came in. He had also changed. He was now wearing a black tuxedo. He looked like a god. Like a movie star. His beard was freshly trimmed.

He stopped when he saw me. For the first time since I knew him, his cold face softened.

"You look... stunning," he said quietly.

I blushed. No man had ever looked at me like that.

He brought out a small blue box. He opened it. A diamond ring. Big. Sparkling. It must have cost more than my whole shop.

"This is for tomorrow. For show. After 30 days you return it," he said, but his voice was gentle as he slid it onto my finger. It fit perfectly, as if it was made for me.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"It's 5am. Our wedding is at 10am. You should rest for one hour. I will be in the sitting room," he said.

He was about to leave when I held his hand. "Sir... what if I fail? What if your mother doesn't like me? What if everybody laughs at me?"

He turned. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear. His hand was warm.

"Listen to me, Amara. From today, you are not that tailor that people can laugh at. You are Mrs. Cole. My wife. And anyone who laughs at you will answer to me. Do you understand?"

I nodded, tears in my eyes again, but this time not from pain.

At 9:30am, we arrived at my wedding hall in GRA. The same hall I booked for me and Tari.

My mother was outside, shouting on phone. My friends were looking confused. Pastor was checking his watch. And there, in front, were Tari and Blessing. Tari was wearing the senator suit I sewed for him. Blessing was wearing a pink aso-ebi, smiling like she had won.

They saw the Range Rover stop.

They saw the driver open the door.

They saw Me come down in my white wedding dress, looking like a queen, with Mr. Jidenna Cole, their billionaire boss, in a tuxedo holding my hand.

The whole compound went silent. Complete silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Tari's mouth opened. His face went white. Like he had seen a ghost.

Blessing's smile disappeared.

My mother ran to me. "Amara! What is happening? Where is Tari? Who is this man?"

Before I could answer, Jidenna stepped forward, held my waist, and said loud enough for everybody to hear, including Tari.

"Good morning Mama. Good morning everyone. Sorry we are late. I am Jidenna Cole. Amara's husband. Thank you all for coming to OUR wedding."

Tari took one step forward, his voice shaking with anger and shock.

"Amara? What nonsense is this? You... you and my boss? You..."

Jidenna looked at him. Cold. Deadly cold. The look that makes staff tremble at his office.

"Tari Johnson," he said. "You are fired. And you are not welcome at my wedding. Security, please remove this man and his companion from this premises."

Two huge security men appeared from nowhere and grabbed Tari and Blessing.

Blessing started shouting, "Amara! You cannot do this! He is your fiance!"

I looked at her, and for the first time in my life, I felt powerful. I held Jidenna's hand tighter.

"I don't know them," I said clearly. "Please start the music, Pastor. My husband and I want to get married."

The Pastor, confused but seeing the billionaire, quickly opened his Bible.

Tari was dragged out, shouting my name.

And as the music started and I started walking down the aisle with my new 30-day husband, my phone vibrated in my small purse.

It was a message from an unknown number: "If you marry him tomorrow, you will regret it. He killed his last wife. Ask him what happened to Sophia."

My blood went cold. My legs stopped walking.

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