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For once, Celine hoped tonight wouldn’t end in awkward glances or stony silence.
Just then, a smartly dressed waiter approached their table, holding a glass of red wine delicately on a silver tray. “This is from Mrs. Brooks,” he said, pointing toward the centre table where Evelyn sat regally, surrounded by high-society guests. Celine followed the direction with her eyes. Evelyn – her mother-in-law, elegant in her wine-coloured gown, was looking directly at her. For the first time since she married into the Brooks family, she smiled at Celine. …………………………………………. Celine was seated at the corner of the elegant hall, laughing softly as Barbra Scotts, her best friend, whispered something hilarious in her ear. It was a rare moment of ease on a night she hadn’t been sure about attending. The occasion was her mother-in-law’s birthday celebration—Evelyn Brooks. They had decided to celebrate it in a grand style, booking one of the most luxurious hotels in town. Celine froze for a second, unsure of how to react. The smile from Evelyn felt strange. Calculated. But still… it was a smile. She stretched her hand slowly and collected the glass. “Thank you,” she muttered, her expression trying to mirror the warmth that her heart didn’t feel. As the waiter walked away, Celine leaned in toward Barbra. “That was from her.” Barbra raised her brow, curious. “Evelyn?” Celine nodded slowly, the glass still untouched. “She smiled at me.” Barbra’s lips curled. “Maybe she’s finally coming around. I mean… it’s been what, three years? Maybe she’s tired of fighting you.” Celine scoffed under her breath. “Or tired of pretending not to hate me in public.” “Come on, Celine,” Barbra nudged her gently. “Let her try. This could be her way of showing she’s ready to make peace. You can’t keep rejecting her effort.” Celine looked down at the wine again. Maybe her friend was right. Maybe this was the beginning of something new. Maybe, just maybe, the old woman was finally starting to accept her. She took a sip. Evelyn never liked Celine from the beginning. From the very first day Adam brought her home, Evelyn had made it clear she didn’t approve. She had imagined someone more polished, someone with an elite background, someone who wasn’t Celine. She tried everything to discourage the relationship, even going as far as arranging an introduction between Adam and a family friend’s daughter. But Adam had been stubborn. He loved Celine and married her anyway. Evelyn never forgave him for it. And she never truly accepted Celine, not in her home, not in her family, and definitely not in her heart. The party went on as music played and guests danced. But Celine’s mind began to drift, her vision blurring. She tried to hold on, but her body weakened. Her breath became heavy. Barbra watched as Celine slowly stood and stumbled towards the hallway. Mid-way to the hallway, her steps seized, and darkness took over. ************************** Celine’s eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar shadows. The room was dim. Cold. Her head pounded like someone had struck it repeatedly. She sat up slowly, blinking, trying to adjust her eyes. Where am I? Panic seized her chest. She was lying on a strange bed. The sheets were rough against her skin. Her dress felt disheveled, her shoes missing. The last thing she remembered was sipping wine and laughing with Barbra. Beside her, was a thick brown envelop. She took it but threw it back on the bed. She just needed to know why she was here, in a stranger’s room. Before she could process anything further, the door creaked open. A man stood there, barely dressed in shorts and a singlet. He froze at the sight of her. “What the hell?” he barked. “Who are you? What are you doing in my room?!” Celine’s heart raced. “I—I don’t know. I swear I don’t know how I got here—” “You think this is a joke? You break into someone’s room and—” “I didn’t break in!” Celine tried to sit up, pain slicing through her head. “Please, I don’t even know you. I swear I don’t!” He stormed closer, anger radiating off him. “What is this, huh? One of those setups? You girls show up in strange rooms looking for who to sleep with for money?” Celine gasped. “What?! No! I’m not—!” As he reached out to grab her and throw her out, something shifted in his gaze. Her breasts, the way her dress had slipped slightly from the shoulder… his anger gave way to something darker. His shorts grew tight. He could feel his rod in between his legs growing longer and thicker. Without warning, he yanked off his singlet and moved toward her, eyes scanning every inch of her. “You’re already here. Why pretend?” “Wait—stop, please—” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, her chest pressed to his. Celine struggled. “No! Let me go!” But he was stronger. His lips crushed into hers without warning, and she let out a muffled scream. The door burst open. Adam walked in. Celine’s eyes widened. “Adam—!” Adam stood there like a stone, taking in the scene. The half-naked man. His wife in disarray. Her desperate eyes. “What… what is this?” Adam’s voice was cold. Like ice. Celine pushed the man away and staggered forward. “Adam, I don’t know how I got here. I swear—” Just then, Evelyn entered behind him, clutching her bag. She looked around and gave a slight smirk. “I told you,” Evelyn said calmly. “She’s been nothing but a disgrace. And you still didn’t believe me.” Adam’s jaw clenched. Celine reached out to him. “Please believe me. I was drugged. I swear—” Barbra ran in moments later, out of breath. “Celine! Oh God, what’s happening here?” Celine turned to her best friend, begging her with her eyes. “Barbra, you know me. I didn’t plan any of this.” Barbra froze. “I—I don’t know. I left you at the party.” Evelyn gave Barbra a hard look. “Didn’t you say she went out for air? Look at her now. Is this what you call fresh air?” Celine felt the ground shift beneath her. Everything was crashing. Evelyn glanced at the brown envelop by the side of the bed. “Now what’s this?” She asked, picking it up and then froze as she opened it. “What is it, mum?” Adam asked, confused. Evelyn handed it to him. “I think you should see for yourself the kind of wife you insist on keeping.” Adam glanced through them, fury building in his chest. “So this is how you repay me, Celine? Sneaking behind my back, sleeping with strangers, and trying to mess with my family’s business?” “No! That’s not what happened!” But Adam turned away from her. Evelyn stepped closer, her voice colder now. “We have enough to put you away for good. For embezzlement. For conspiracy. You thought you were smart.” The door opened once more. Two police officers entered quietly. Celine’s lips quivered. “Adam… do something…” But he didn’t move. One officer stepped forward. “Celine Brooks, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit fraud and embezzlement.”The morning came heavy and grey, matching the weight in Adam Brooks’s chest. He barely slept, haunted by flashes of the protests, the headlines, and the faces of the workers shouting his name in anger. When he finally stepped into the boardroom of Brooks Enterprises, every eye in the room followed him.The atmosphere was tense, the kind of silence that made breathing feel like an intrusion. The long mahogany table gleamed under the light, surrounded by weary faces that had long lost their faith in him. Evelyn sat quietly at the far end of the table, her eyes tired, her worry obvious. When their gazes met, she gave him a faint, helpless look, but neither spoke.“Let’s begin,” said the chairman, clearing his throat. “We have a full agenda today. Primarily, the issue of the company’s leadership.”Adam’s stomach tightened. He knew what that meant. The vote. His removal. The same men who once praised him now waited to decide his fate.But before anyone could continue, the door opened.
The noise outside had turned into something monstrous. The crowd of workers had completely taken over the courtyard, their chants shaking the walls of Brooks Enterprises like thunder. From his office window, Adam Brooks watched in silence, his reflection faint against the violent movement below.“Thieves!”“Pay us our money!”“Brooks Enterprises has failed us!”The shouts rose in waves, echoing through the glass corridors and down the stairways. Files were scattered on the floor, computers unplugged, and frightened employees huddled in corners whispering about leaving before things got worse.Security had already barricaded the main doors, but it was useless. The workers were furious, desperate, and no longer afraid. Some hurled stones at the glass panels, others pounded on the gates with wooden sticks.One of the guards rushed into Adam’s office, his uniform drenched in sweat. “Sir, we have to leave now. The crowd has broken through the second barrier.”Adam didn’t move. He sat beh
The television light flickered across Bashiru Adebayo’s rugged face as he sat quietly in his small office, the faint hum of the ceiling fan filling the silence. On the screen, reporters stood before the gates of Brooks Enterprises, narrating the chaos that had erupted. The images were clear; angry workers waving placards, shouting, pushing against security. The sight made Bashiru shake his head slowly.“How the mighty arrogant has fallen,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair. There was no pity in his tone, only a grim satisfaction.He had been following the story closely these past few weeks. The mighty Brooks Empire, once untouchable, was now collapsing in full view of the public. Every day the news carried a fresh headline about its debt, its protests, its broken image.But what truly held Bashiru’s attention wasn’t Adam Brooks or his dying company, it was Celine.It had been over a year since that night at the hotel, the night she had nearly lost her life. A
The noise outside Brooks Enterprises had grown into something beyond control. It wasn’t just a protest anymore, it was rage, a raw storm of voices pounding against the building like thunder. Adam stood by his office window, staring down at the chaos below, his reflection lost in the crowd’s fury.“Fraud!”“Pay us now!”“Adam Brooks has failed!”The chants tore through the air, their rhythm brutal and unforgiving. The front gates trembled under the pressure of hundreds of angry workers, their banners raised high, their faces twisted with frustration. Security guards stood helplessly at the entrance, fear in their eyes, as the protesters pushed harder, shaking the gate like a trapped beast desperate to break free.Inside the building, everything felt tense and uncertain. The hum of office machines was gone. The silence from those who still sat at their desks was heavy — the kind that came when hope had already died.Emma, Adam’s new assistant, stood close to the desk, her fingers sh
The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on as Adam Brooks walked into the headquarters of Brooks Enterprises that morning. Every corridor he passed seemed emptier than the last. The workers he used to greet with confidence now avoided his eyes, their faces stiff with quiet resentment. Even the guards at the entrance barely nodded. The empire his father built was crumbling right before his eyes, and the weight of it pressed down on him like a curse he couldn’t shake off.Inside the boardroom, Gabriel Hoods, the company’s CFO, was already waiting. His face told the whole story, drained, pale, beaten. He didn’t even stand when Adam entered. He just sighed and said, “It’s over, Adam. We’ve reached the end. Nothing left to pay the staff.”Those words hung in the room like smoke.Adam tried to find his voice. “Then cut down unnecessary expenses,” he said, forcing authority into his tone. But both men knew it was useless. There was nothing left to cut. The layoffs had already
“A tiger runs ninety miles per hour,” Celine said, leaning back in her office chair, her tone calm but deliberate. The afternoon light from the tall glass windows washed over her face, highlighting the sharpness in her gaze. Across from her, Doris Odinaka, her assistant, sat with her phone tablet in hand, her eyes fixed on her boss with the mixture of awe and curiosity that always came when Celine began her cryptic analogies.“But the same tiger,” Celine continued, her voice dropping slightly, “can only go up to sixty miles per hour uphill.” She paused for effect, letting the numbers linger. “Yet, the tiger brings down the deer in less than an hour.”Doris blinked, her brow furrowed. She tried to grasp where Celine was heading. “That’s interesting,” she murmured, still unsure. “But… why is that, ma’am?”Celine’s lips curved into a faint smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. She stood from her chair and walked slowly towards the large wall frame behind her desk — a magnificent phot







