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That Night at the Kareem MansionRegan stormed in, his tie loosened, his jaw tense. He walked into the living room and found Zara sitting, her eyes red, her face blank.Zara (quietly): “They dropped me.”He didn’t need to ask who “they” were.Regan: “She did this?”Zara nodded slowly.Regan pulled out his phone and dialed without hesitating.Imani answered on the third ring.Imani (sweetly): “Aww. You finally remembered I exist.”Regan: “What the hell did you do?”Imani: “Why are you shouting at me? I’m pregnant. I need peace.”Regan: “I swear, Imani, if you don’t fix this—”Imani (laughing): “Fix what? You think I control the internet now? Regan, baby… if the truth hurts, maybe you shouldn’t have lied.”She hung up.The clock on the wall ticked with irritating precision. The glow from Imani’s phone screen was the only light in the room. She lay stretched out on the sofa, still in her satin robe, her legs tucked beneath her as she refreshed the blog post again.It was still there.Th
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Setting: Evening. The Ajayi family home. A pristine, overly curated house where everything is in place, but nothing feels lived in. The walls are lined with gold-trimmed photo frames — most of Imani in various pageants and social events — a shrine to a perfectly manufactured life. The smell of lavender polish and stale silence lingers in the air.Imani steps in, gently shutting the door behind her. She’s dressed in an elegant maternity gown, her makeup perfect, but her eyes are heavy with frustration. A hospital file peeks out of her handbag — she’s just come from a routine prenatal checkup. No complications, but the sterile white walls and whispers of waiting mothers had rattled her nerves. She isn’t used to waiting. Or being one among many.Her heels click lightly on the marble as she walks into the sitting room. Her mother, Mrs. Ajayi, is seated like a queen in her usual spot — an ivory velvet armchair by the window. A gold-edged magazine is splayed on her lap, open to a fashion co
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Regan leaned back in the driver’s seat, head resting against the leather, eyes staring blankly at the steering wheel. His phone vibrated.Caller ID: Chief Kareem.He hesitated, then answered.“Regan.”“Yes, sir.”“I’m hearing things. That girl still hasn’t dropped that modeling madness?”Regan exhaled. “She’s just figuring things out, Dad.”“Figure what out?” Kareem barked. “You better keep that girl in check. She wasn’t married into this family to prance around on runways. She’s here to give you an heir — my heir.”Regan’s jaw tightened. “She’s more than just a womb, Dad.”“Don’t get sentimental with me. That’s how men lose control of their homes.”The call ended before Regan could reply. He stared at the phone in his hand, a deep burn rising in his chest.Across town, in her father’s house, Zara sat on the edge of her bed, staring into space — both of them, worlds apart but shackled by the same generational chains.Setting: Their bedroom, evening. A quiet stillness fills the space.
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The airport buzzed with low hums and intercom announcements. Families hugged tightly, lovers whispered last words, and solo travelers dragged their suitcases with the weight of promises only they understood.Zara leaned against a pillar in the departure lounge, arms crossed, watching Chantel adjust the strap of her handbag for the hundredth time. Kemi stood nearby, chewing on a stick of gum and scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing up.“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay until the plane takes off?” Kemi asked, trying to sound casual, though her voice cracked just a little.Chantel gave a warm smile. “No, you’ve done enough. I’m not dying, just flying. I’ll call the second I land.”Zara tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.She stepped forward and hugged her friend tightly — longer than necessary.“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice muffled in Chantel’s shoulder. “For reminding me who I am.”Chantel squeezed her back just as fiercely. “Don’t you dare fo
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Early morning. Zara’s bedroom. The hush of dawn wraps around the room like a whisper. Outside, birds chirp faintly. Inside, the world is still.The first light of day seeped through the pale curtains, casting soft amber streaks across the bed. Zara lay on her side, still in the clothes she wore last night. She hadn’t slept much—her dreams had been tangled, restless things, filled with airport terminals and tear-streaked runways.Her phone buzzed gently beside her pillow. Not a new message—just the same email lighting up again, as if fate refused to let her ignore it.Subject: Final Confirmation Needed – $10,000 Campaign Shoot – M&E Aesthetics.She slowly sat up, her hair tousled, the robe she’d worn the day before still loosely tied around her waist. Her fingers found the phone, hesitant at first, brushing over the screen like it might burn her.The email opened. Bright, confident words danced across the display, taunting her.$10,000. All expenses paid. Global reach. An exclusive sho
The reluctant vow Chapter 93
The argument downstairs had been brief — clipped words, angry breaths, silences that spoke louder than the shouting ever could.Zara didn’t wait for him to follow. She climbed the stairs two at a time, fists clenched at her sides, the sting behind her eyes growing sharper with every step. The moment she entered the bedroom, she locked the door behind her with trembling fingers.The quiet inside was suffocating.She stood there for a while, her back against the door, the walls closing in. The room felt too neat, too still. The bed was made, the curtains drawn halfway, their wedding photo still propped on the dresser — a lie preserved in glass.She slid to the floor and pressed her palms to her face, trying to push the tears back. She failed.They came hot and bitter, sliding down her cheeks in silence. Not the tears of weakness — but the kind that came from the slow erosion of dreams. The kind that burned.This offer was supposed to be a victory.A breakthrough. A symbol that she hadn’
The reluctant vow Chapter 92
The sun was already high, but the air remained calm — soft and slightly humid, like the sky was still deciding whether it would scorch or simply simmer. Outside, the garden patio felt removed from the rest of the world. A private cocoon wrapped in the rustling of leaves and the distant buzz of a lazy bumblebee circling the hibiscus flowers.Zara stepped out barefoot, her robe now replaced with a soft ivory dress that brushed her knees. Her skin still carried the faint scent of lavender from her morning shower, though her eyes looked as though they hadn’t rested in days.Kemi had fallen asleep on the living room couch, curled into a throw blanket after laughing too hard at a cheesy romantic drama. Zara had used that window — that brief pocket of stillness — to slip away.She needed to breathe.She needed to think.She needed someone who understood.And she knew exactly where to find her.Chantel sat under the wide shade umbrella at the edge of the patio, a glass teapot steaming gently
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The morning sun seeped through the linen drapes, casting long, golden stripes across the room’s muted palette. It was quiet — the kind of quiet that made every heartbeat sound louder, every breath feel like a confession.Zara sat at the edge of the bed, her robe loosely gathered at her waist, shoulders bare to the coolness of the morning air. Her legs were drawn close, toes curling into the softness of the rug beneath her feet. In her hand, her phone glowed faintly — the screen still open on that one email.$10,000 Modeling Campaign – M&E Aesthetics.She blinked slowly, reading it again.And then again.Each time, the words seemed more surreal. Her thumb hovered over the details — shoot dates, location, wardrobe fittings, travel arrangements. It was all there. Neatly outlined. Professionally packaged. Everything she used to pray for when the walls of her old bedroom felt too small for her dreams.Her bottom lip quivered slightly.With a shaking hand, she pressed the phone to her chest
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The sunlight had already claimed most of the Kareem mansion, slipping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and kissing the marbled floors with golden light. Outside, birds chirped lazily, and a gentle breeze rustled the garden trees, but inside one of the guest rooms, it was still very much morning slumber.Zara walked softly through the hallway in her silk robe, her hair tied up in a messy bun. Her face held no trace of sleep — she’d barely gotten any. After her tense night with Regan and his mother’s early departure, her mind had been far too busy to rest. She needed a distraction. Something familiar. And there was no better remedy than her best friends.She paused at the door to the guest room where Kemi and Chantel had spent the night. A smirk tugged at her lips.With a push, she entered, hands on her hips.“Lazy bones! Wake up jor, it’s past ten already!” she said, her voice sharp but playful.The two girls groaned almost in sync, turning under the sheets like twin toddlers re
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