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The courthouse buzzed like a nest disturbed by fire. Reporters clustered at every entrance, their cameras positioned to capture history unfolding in real time.The Augustine brothers had ruled both business and politics with iron hands for years, their influence extending into boardrooms, government offices, and private estates across the nation.But today, the ground beneath those hands trembled with unprecedented force.Sarah arrived early, flanked by security officers whose presence spoke volumes about the gravity of what was to come. She was accompanied by the Nnadede family, whose courage in stepping forward had set this entire trial in motion.Ifeanyi held Nkem close, his large hand protective on her shoulder, whispering reassurance although his own anxiety was written plainly across his weathered face.Inside the courtroom, tension hung thick as storm clouds before lightning strikes. The proceedings began with a formality that belied the explosive nature of what was to come.Th

Tiana spent the whole evening shifting from one end of the living room to the other, like someone carrying a burning secret she could no longer suppress.The curtains were drawn, the room dimly lit except for the standing lamp beside the couch.The air felt unsettled, heavy, and even the silence inside the mansion sounded uneasy. She finally stopped pacing and sat slowly, pressing her two palms together as though she was praying with her own fear.“James… we have to do something first,” she whispered without looking at him. Her voice trembled slightly, and her breathing was uneven. “I know Sarah. She won’t forgive what happened. She won’t stop until she ends me.”James looked up from his laptop, tired from the day, not really prepared for another confrontation. “Tiana, we already talked about this.”“No,” she snapped softly, shaking her head violently. “We talked about possibilities—not reality. Sarah is already planning something. I feel it. I see her face everywhere I go. Even Melis

Sarah paced the length of her study the moment the firewall alert repeated itself a third time. The intrusions weren’t random—they were sharp, deliberate, targeted at specific folders.Instinct tightened her stomach. She reached for her phone and called Andrea without a second thought.It was nearly midnight, but he arrived in less than thirty minutes, still dressed in a hoodie thrown over a rumpled shirt, his hair disheveled as if he had been dragged out of sleep.He didn’t waste time. He sat before her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard, brows furrowed with unusual focus. The room was dim except for the glow from the screen, casting a soft blue reflection on his face.Sarah stood behind him, arms folded, watching the scrolling codes. “Someone has been trying to break through your system all night,” he muttered, leaning forward. “They’re not amateurs. Whoever it is… they know what they’re looking for.”“Can you trace it?” Sarah asked, her voice tight with restrained irritat

James pulled into the driveway with his heartbeat drumming fast, the image of Melissa’s photo still burning in his mind. The red X over her face, the message: “Choose a side,” none of it would leave his head.He’d drove straight to work after dropping Melissa, but the thought of what just happened couldn’t let him continued without finding the cause. He instantly reversed, heading back home to confront Tiana.He walked into the house determined to confront Tiana, to demand answers, to finally know who had crossed this terrifying line. But the moment he stepped into their bedroom, his steps slowed.Tiana stood before the full-length mirror wearing a glittering gown, hair perfectly styled, makeup flawless. She twirled lightly and giggled.“Oh! James, how do I look?” she asked, posing as though photographers were already flashing around her. She didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m done hiding. I’m going back to my career… I’m joining the contest for the new international modeling selection.”

The woman’s words followed Tiana long after the event ended.“He warned us about you.”They echoed in her head as she sat alone in her car, the engine idling, the city lights blurring through her windshield.It wasn’t just the message itself, it was the certainty in the woman’s voice, the way she’d spoken as though Tiana’s existence was already a known risk, already catalogued and discussed in rooms she had never entered.Tiana didn’t drive home immediately.Instead, she pulled out her tablet and logged into the event’s internal portal, fingers moving with practiced urgency. She searched the registration list, filtering through names, affiliations, partner organisations.Her heart beat faster with every scroll.Then she found it.It wasn’t just a random woman. She worked as a senior liaison for a private investment firm that had once been one of Benedict Augustine’s silent funders, long before his empire collapsed, before arrests and frozen accounts made headlines.Tiana leaned back a