All Chapters of The Final Goodbye : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The lights in the studio shone bright, casting a glow around Amara as she sat on the wide couch, poise and elegance radiating from her. The world was watching, millions of eyes across continents and the interviewer leaned forward with a smile that carried both admiration and curiosity.“Miss Amarachi Akwarandu,” she began, “the world is astonished. At such a young age, you’ve built Black Blossom into one of the fastest-rising fashion and cosmetics industries, standing shoulder to shoulder with brands that have been around for decades. How did you achieve this? How were you able to push this dream into reality?”Amara’s lips curved into a small, calm smile. She folded her hands gently on her lap, her voice steady and warm.“It wasn’t easy,” she began. “Building Black Blossom required more than ambition. It demanded discipline, sleepless nights, courage to face rejection, and the strength to keep going when the odds felt impossible. I was underestimated, not just because of my age, but

Amara swirled the golden liquid in her wine glass, her eyes staring into nothingness. The bitter-sweet taste lingered on her lips, but her thoughts were far from the glass she held. The scene from earlier replayed in her mind; the way Alex had appeared out of nowhere, desperation written all over his face. She hated that man, hated that he still had the power to stir emotions she thought she had buried long ago.But then came the memory of Martins. The way his bodyguards had formed a shield around her, refusing Alex even an inch closer. The way Martins’ sharp voice cut through the air, mocking Alex while standing firm in defense of her. A soft smile tugged at her lips. Now she realized how safe she felt with Martins. She sighed, poured herself another drink, and let the wine slip smoothly down her throat.Memories have a way of crashing into the present, sometimes uninvited, sometimes unrelenting. For Amara, the past two years flashed across her mind like a film reel, each scene

Adaobi’s steps echoed faintly against the marble floor as she moved from one end of the living room to the other, her arms folded tightly around her chest. Her breathing was shallow, her mind restless. She couldn’t sit, she couldn’t even drink water. The ticking of the wall clock above the television hammered her ears. Every tick reminded her that her sister Amara was still not home.It was already 9pm. Amara never stayed out late like this.Worry is like a thief. It steals peace first, then it steals time. The minutes crawled slowly, stretching into hours, leaving Adaobi pacing like a prisoner who had lost hope of freedom.The silence of the mansion was broken by a sharp knock at the door. Adaobi almost jumped out of her skin. Her heart skipped. She rushed, her hand trembling as she pulled it open only to meet Martins.Relief washed over her but quickly vanished when Martins studied her face.“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone sharp, sensing the tension in her eyes.Adaobi didn’t

The living room was quiet, shadows stretching across the tiled floor as the evening lights flickered softly. Martins leaned back against the couch, his hands clasped together, watching Amara pace before him. Alex had stormed out barely a minute ago, his footsteps echoing like thunder until he burst into his car, the slam of the door swallowed him till he drove off from the compound. He was gone, yet the weight of what he’d heard still pressed into the room.Amara stopped pacing and turned to Martins. Her voice was low but carried guilt. “I’m sorry for making you feel like this. I just wanted to know what that woman had to say. I wanted her to stop disturbing me once and for all.”Martins shook his head slowly, his jaw tight. Before he could answer, Adaobi’s voice cut from the side. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, her eyes narrowed. “Oh, so it’s only Martins that was worried about you, eh?”The silence that followed was sharp. Amara turned quickly towards her sister, walke

The morning sun crawled into the Spencers’ mansion, spreading its brightness across the master bedroom. Alex and Eva stood together, their arms wrapped around each other, lips meeting in a kiss that tried to hide the cracks in their union. Emma, their little girl, stood beside her mother, watching. Her tiny giggle slipped out and filled the room.“Mum, Dad, have you both stopped fighting?” she asked, tilting her little head.Eva widened her eyes in shock. Where does this child even pick these words from? she thought in her mind.Alex bent to Emma’s level, his hands gently placed on her shoulders. “We are a happy family,” he said softly. “And that we will always be.” He kissed her forehead gently.“Yeahhhhhh!!!” Emma screamed, raising both hands into the air as if she just won a medal. Everyone burst into laughter at her display.“Daddy, buy me a teddy bear when coming back,” Emma added quickly, her voice tiny and sweet, but determined.“I will, my princess,” Alex replied, planting a