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CHAPTER ONE: The Proposition
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Amara sat on the edge of the massive bed, the envelope open in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared down at the photograph.Her father looked younger than she remembered—less tired, more alert—but there was no mistaking his gaze. Thoughtful, sharp. The kind of look he wore when he was about to make a calculated move in chess.But it was the woman beside him that made Amara’s breath catch in her throat.Maya. Younger, too—perhaps in her thirties. Wearing a floral dress, soft makeup, and what looked like a wedding ring.Amara flipped the photo again.Those words still sliced deeper the second time around.“Trust no one. Not even him.”She stared at the message, heart thudding. The handwriting was familiar—faded but familiar. Her father’s script, more rushed than usual.She rose to her feet and turned the envelope over again. No return address. No stamp. It hadn’t come by post.Someone had come into the house—this house—and placed it here.While she was at the engagement
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The woman’s heels struck the marble floor like gunshots—sharp, deliberate, dangerous.Amara slowly lowered the pen, her fingers tightening instinctively around it like a weapon. She didn’t know who this woman was, but every inch of her screamed complication.Tall and poised in a satin pantsuit that whispered wealth, the stranger had cheekbones that could slice glass and eyes that flickered between judgment and fury. Her lipstick was flawless. Her presence? Deadly.Ezekiel didn’t move. His face was unreadable.“I told you not to do this,” the woman hissed, stepping further into the room without invitation. Her accent was laced with clipped, upper-class polish. “And yet, here you are—bringing her into this circus.”Amara stood slowly, the contract forgotten for a moment. “I’m right here, you know. If you have something to say, say it.”The woman’s eyes landed on her, sharp and assessing.“You’re the girl?” she asked.“Woman,” Amara corrected. “Who are you?”“His stepmother,” Ezekiel sai
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The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle by the time Amara managed to peel herself off the couch. The moment Ezekiel left her flat, it felt like oxygen had returned to the room—but not her mind. That part was still spinning.She walked slowly to her old laptop, still propped on the paint-splattered stool by her makeshift workspace. The screen glowed faintly, casting long shadows on the canvas she hadn’t touched in days.The email stared back at her, cold and surreal.From: bensonchambers@law.ngSubject: Private Letter from Ifeanyi ObiShe clicked on the attachment again, even though she’d already read it five times.There it was—her father’s handwriting, scanned perfectly. Every curve of the letters looked like him. Slanted, precise, as though each word was a small rebellion against the world.“If anything happens to me, go to the Kalus. They owe you more than they know.”Ifeanyi Obi. March 7, 2020.Amara covered her mouth with one hand as memories flooded in. Her father’s laughter. Th
The Marriage Clause CHAPTER ONE: The Proposition
The storm had no business arriving in the middle of a Lagos afternoon. Yet, as Amara Obi stared out of her cracked window, the sky split open and wept like it knew her eviction notice was still pinned to the peeling paint of her door.Three months behind on rent. Her commissions had dried up. Her last exhibit had been a disaster—her pieces unnoticed, her account drained, her pride kicked in the teeth.She had one canvas left, half-finished, and nowhere to put it.The knock came at 4:47 PM. Sharp. Measured. Nothing like her landlord’s usual fury.She opened the door slowly, expecting threats.Instead, a man in a crisp navy suit stood there, flanked by two intimidating men in black. The main figure was tall, sculpted, and disturbingly calm. His presence swallowed the narrow hallway."Amara Obi?" he asked, voice smooth like aged whisky."Yes…?""My name is Ezekiel Kalu. I’m here to offer you a business proposition."She blinked. The name hit her like an electric jolt. Kalu—as in KaluTech
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