My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

The club pulsed with heavy music that vibrated right through the walls and straight into the bones of everyone inside. Lagos nightlife stayed loud and alive, but tonight carried a sharper, heavier tension in the air. It was thick with expensive cologne, spilled liquor, cigarette smoke, and the heat of packed bodies. Laughter rose above the noise, glasses clinked at crowded tables, and colored lights swept across the dance floor in fast flashes.Jane stood near the edge of the VIP section, turning the last of her drink round and round in her hand. She barely tasted it. She watched people across the crowd dance wildly, moving like the outside world had vanished entirely—no rent, no messy breakups, no tomorrow’s alarms to worry about. Just music, alcohol, and a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered. Made her wonder if that was what she’d been looking for too, honestly. She’d been off lately, restless in a way she couldn’t explain. Not sad exactly. Just tired, like something in her

The bedroom was dead quiet, the air heavy like the stillness right before a heavy rain, smelling of dust and wet earth coming in through the window cracks. A pale light dropped from the ceiling, washing over the floorboards. Jane stood right in the middle of the room, her chest pounding against her ribs like something trying to break out and run away. Her body was burning hot, head spinning, that deep ache between her legs making her crazy. She wanted him bad, no shaking about it, and she wanted him right now before she lost her mind completely.She rushed for her dress zipper, her fingers clumsy and shaking as she fought the cloth. Before she could pull it down, his hand caught her wrist. Hard.He moved fast, stepping right out of the dark corners like he had been standing there the whole time. Not a single word left his mouth. He just stared down at her till a quiet breath left his lips, freezing her legs right where they stood. His skin felt like cold stone against her hot pulse. H

Jane woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, her eyes snapping open to the thin wash of moonlight stretching across the room. Something felt wrong. She frowned in the dark. Since she had opened her eyes, he hadn’t changed position once. Not a hand. Not a shoulder. Not even the slow shift people made in their sleep without knowing it. She waited a minute, then another. Still nothing. A nervous laugh almost slipped out. “You must be exhausted,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. She leaned a little closer, searching his face for the smallest sign that he was asleep. A twitch beneath his eyelids. A tiny wrinkle across his forehead. Anything. There was nothing. Her smile faded. “You’ve got to be sleeping,” she murmured softly. “Are you still asleep?” The words disappeared into the heavy silence. No answer. That was when uneasiness began creeping into her chest. The room was quiet. Too quiet. It felt heavy and lonely, and it made Jane feel uneasy. Moonlight came t

She got home, slipped quietly into the room she shared with her sister, and locked the door and windows tight so nobody could burst in on her.Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she pulled the thick brown envelope out of her bag and untied the strings. She counted the stacks. When she saw it came out to a full three million naira, she almost hollered, slapping both hands over her mouth right in time to choke off the sound before anyone in the house could hear.Jane had never touched that kind of money in her life. Not from a one-night stand, and definitely not even a quarter of it. Heart pounding against her ribs, she shoved the cash back into the envelope and hid it deep down at the bottom of her wardrobe bag.Days passed after that night.Then, things got weird.It was late one night a few days later. Jane was knocked out cold, sleeping so hard nothing could wake her.Her sister couldn't sleep a wink.The room felt wrong. Even though the doors and windows were locked tight, a free

The Celestial Church promised cleansing, but what Jane found instead was an ordeal she could never have imagined as the prayers offered inside the locked prayer room failed to loosen whatever held her, convincing the prophets that stronger measures were needed because an evil force had rooted itself deep within her, turning Jane into the center of rituals where she sat in the middle of a wide circle of red, blue, black, and white candles whose dancing flames threw restless shadows across the sanctuary walls.For hours the prophets stood around her chanting without pause while the heat built gradually until sweat soaked her clothes and every breath felt heavy, before the ritual changed when one prophet picked up a thick burning candle and pressed its base against the top of her head, making Jane scream as hot wax ran through her hair, over her forehead, and down her face to burn her skin before hardening where it landed. While tears streamed down her cheeks and she tried to pull away,