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Chapter 162 : Remember That FacePOV: LeoraI had just showered. My hair was still damp, and I was wearing my favorite large shirt—the one with the little cartoon bear in the front. The house smelled of fried plantain and pepper soup. Lily must have been cooking again. That girl could cook anything and make it taste like magic.I entered the living room and they were all there.Lily was on the sofa, all snug with a bowl of popcorn. Simeon was beside her, flipping channels with the remote like he owned the house. Nelson was at the window, as usual, listening with half an ear while staring at his phone.They looked around when they heard me. Lily smiled up at me."Finally," she said, "Madam Secret Agent has arrived."I rolled my eyes and laughed, taking a seat beside her. "Abeg, leave me. I needed that shower. Today was madness."Simeon turned around. "Did you see Adrain again today?"I nodded slowly, laying my head on the couch. "Yes. But something went down."They all moved closer."T

Chapter 164: The Call That Changed EverythingPOV: LeoraI stood outside Adrain’s office door, my fingers clutching the file a little too tightly. My heart beat a little faster than it should for a simple report drop-off. I’d done this a dozen times before, but today… today felt different.Maybe it was the way the sky looked unusually dark for late afternoon. Maybe it was because I’d hardly gotten any sleep last night after Lily and Simeon returned with those shocking pictures of Camila. Or maybe it was just… instinct. A quiet, unsettling whisper telling me to be careful.I exhaled and knocked once.“Come in,” his voice rang through the door, calm but firm.I shoved it open and stepped inside his pointed, cold office. Adrain was at the window, his back to me, looking out over the cityscape. He didn't turn to face me but did comment."You're late.""I'm sorry. There was traffic," I said too quickly, crossing the room to his desk and placing the heavy file on it. "Here is the report of

.Chapter 166 A Subtle WarningPOV: LilyI leaned my weight against the kitchen counter, my fingers tracing the rim of the coffee mug, my gaze on the steam that wound its way slowly into the air. Morning sunlight flooded in through the blinds, making long shadows on the floor, and for a moment, everything was still. Like the calm before the storm.The calm, however, was not soothing. It was suffocating.Leora wasn't herself this morning. There was a tension in her — as though some animal awaited her around the corner, and she knew. I felt it, even behind the walls of this structure that we had shared. She wasn't communicating much. And when she did communicate, it was always too quick, too forced.I had to talk to her.I needed to know what had transpired between her and Adrain. Had he called her out on it? Had he. know?I'd seen the tension between them yesterday. The glare in his eye. He'd been too smart, too observant. He wasn't the same man that he once was.And I couldn't help bu

Chapter: The Temptation of PowerPOV: LeoraThe air in the living room was unusually thick that evening. I'd just got back from the supermarket, my head still spinning after that clumsy, accidental brush with Adrian. I'd not told the others yet—not because I was keeping anything from them, but because I was trying to figure it out myself. The way he looked at me. The way his smile faltered the moment he saw me. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't want to consider it anymore.Nelson was leaning on the couch, arms firmly crossed over his chest. His jaw was clenched. Lily was crouched on the other end with her knees pulled up to her chest, looking at him anxiously. Simeon was pacing slowly back and forth, sipping water from a glass, but even he couldn't make a joke out of it. That was when I knew something was wrong.I placed the groceries on the table and took off my shoes quietly. There was no remark."Something happen?" I finally inquired, looking between them.Nelson did not answ

Chapter: The Great Kitchen WarLeora's POVThe sun filtered in gently through the kitchen blinds, leaving golden streaks on the gleaming countertop. I stood in the doorway with my arms folded, watching Lily sing some tuneless tune as she searched the fridge for ingredients.Again.She was always the one who cooked. Breakfast, lunch, supper—even midnight meals when Nelson would say he was "too emotionally stressed to sleep without plantain and eggs." I used to think it was her coping mechanism—keeping herself busy, covering the food she made with affection. But of late, it had begun to feel like habit. Unspoken ritual. Lily cooks. Others watch. Others eat. Others applaud."Hasn't this house got other competent hands?" Lily playfully teased, spinning around to us with a tomato clutched in her hand and a knife loosely held in the other.Nelson was lying across the couch, a phone resting on his belly. Simeon was sitting next to him, channel-surfing with his usual expression of blankness.