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Chapter 29: Legacy in Bloom

Author: Ubee
last update publish date: 2026-02-13 04:29:04

Five years after the warehouse.

The shelter’s fifth anniversary gala was held on a rooftop in Abuja—string lights draped across palm trees, live Afrobeat pulsing low, the city skyline glittering like scattered diamonds. Jax had insisted we fly in for it. “You started this with me,” he’d said over video call. “You finish it.”

We’d come.

Elliott in a tailored linen suit—silver at his temples now more pronounced, laugh lines deeper, still devastatingly handsome. Me in a deep green shirt that match
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