Semua Bab Married To The FIrst Zillionaire in Africa: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Bassey Akpan arrived at the house that evening.He was younger than Juliet expected, maybe thirty-five, with sharp eyes and a camera bag slung over his shoulder. He moved like someone used to getting into places he shouldn't be."Mr. Olatunji," he said, shaking Ejike's hand. "Been a while.""Three years. Since you broke that story about the oil minister.""Good times." Bassey's gaze shifted to Juliet. "And this is the famous Mrs. Olatunji. You've caused quite a stir.""Not intentionally," Juliet said."The best stories never are." He sat without being invited. "So, what do you need? And more importantly, what are you willing to pay?""Information on Victor Oba and Selena Abiola," Ejike said. "Specifically what they're planning and who they're working with.""That's a dangerous ask. Victor has connections everywhere. Selena too.""Which is why I'm hiring the best." Ejike named a figure that made Juliet's eyes widen.Bassey whistled. "That'll do. But I need to know what I'm walking into

Morning came too quickly.Juliet woke to find a note slipped under her door.Had to leave early for meetings in Abuja. Back tonight. Adunni will handle your schedule. Act normal. Trust no one. - ERight. Adunni. The woman who'd betrayed them.Juliet dressed carefully, preparing for a performance. She had to act like nothing was wrong. Like she didn't know Adunni had been selling them out for months.Adunni arrived at nine, tablet in hand, smile professional as always."Good morning, Mrs. Olatunji. Mr. Olatunji had to fly out for an emergency board meeting in Abuja. He asked me to brief you on today's schedule.""Of course." Juliet kept her voice neutral. "What do we have?""Lunch with the wives of several board members. Mrs. Adewale specifically requested your presence."A trap. Had to be."That sounds lovely," Juliet lied."It's at the Radisson Blu. Noon. I've arranged your car and security." Adunni made notes. "Also, you received an invitation to a charity event next week. Shall I a

The conference room felt smaller than Juliet remembered.Twelve board members sat around the mahogany table, their faces carefully neutral. Chairman Adewale occupied the head seat, his expression carved from stone. Yemi Taiwo and Chike Chinedu flanked him, the old guard united in their skepticism.Ejike stood at the front of the room, composed despite everything. Juliet sat in the observer section along the wall, technically present but powerless. Just the CEO's wife, watching her husband fight for his legacy.The chairman called the meeting to order with a sharp rap of his gavel. His opening statement laid out the situation in clinical terms. Accusations of corporate theft. Fabricated documents. A former partner seeking revenge. And in the middle of it all, questions about Ejike's judgment and stability.Juliet watched the board members' faces as the chairman spoke. Some looked concerned. Others seemed almost eager, like sharks scenting blood in the water. Victor's allies, probably. T

Juliet woke to sunlight streaming through her windows and the unfamiliar sensation of peace.No emergency calls. No threatening texts. No crisis demanding immediate attention. Just morning birdsong and the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen.She stretched, feeling muscles relax that had been tense for weeks. The board meeting was behind them. Victor and Selena had retreated. For the first time since the wedding, she could breathe without waiting for the next attack.Her phone showed a text from Nkechi, sent an hour earlier. Their mother wanted to see her. Wanted to see the house where Juliet now lived. Wanted to meet Ejike properly.The request made Juliet's stomach flip. Bringing her mother here felt like colliding two worlds that weren't meant to touch. The woman who'd raised her in poverty meeting the man whose bathroom was bigger than their old apartment.But she'd been putting it off long enough.She found Ejike in the breakfast room, reading the financial news on his t

The envelope arrived by courier at noon.Plain manila. No return address. Delivered directly to Juliet while Ejike was at the office. Mama Kemi brought it to her in the library, concern etched on her face.Something about it felt wrong immediately. The weight. The thickness. The timing.Juliet opened it carefully, half expecting something dangerous to spill out. Instead, she found photographs. Dozens of them, printed on glossy paper with professional clarity.Her hands started shaking before her brain fully processed what she was seeing.The photos showed Ejike and a woman. Not Juliet. Someone else. Someone beautiful in the calculated way of women who spent fortunes on their appearance. They were at a restaurant, heads close together in conversation. Another showed them leaving a hotel, walking side by side. A third captured them in what looked like a heated discussion, the woman's hand on Ejike's arm.Each image was timestamped. All within the last two weeks. While they'd been fighti