My fiance boss wants me.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The mansion changed in an instant. Minutes earlier, I had stood beside Jidenna, staring at the photograph and trying to understand how anyone could have captured us inside our bedroom without our knowledge. Now the walls seemed to lean inward. Every dark window looked like an eye. Every corner held a shape that vanished when I looked directly at it. The silence between distant sounds felt deliberate, as if the house itself were listening. The security team moved fast. Men swept through the garden, checked the windows, climbed onto the roof, searched along the walls, and tore through every room in the mansion. Curtains were yanked aside. Furniture scraped across the floors. Even the flowerpots outside our bedroom were lifted and examined. I stood beside Jidenna with my arms locked across my chest, trying to keep my hands from shaking. “Are you sure the picture was taken from outside?” the head of security asked. Jidenna turned toward him. “The angle tells me that,”

The hallway outside the detective's office was no longer a hallway. It was a wall of noise, flashing light, and shouting voices. Camera shutters clicked like insects. Reporters pressed against the glass doors of the station, phones held high, shouting Jidenna's name, shouting my name, shouting Chika's name like they had known us all our lives. Someone in the crowd yelled, "Is it true you killed him because of her?" and the question landed in the small office like a stone thrown through a window. The detective cursed and slammed the blinds shut. "Who called them? This station location wasn't public. Who leaked that you were here?" Jidenna didn't answer. He was already pulling me toward the back exit, his hand locked around mine, his other hand holding his phone to his ear. "Cancel all access codes. Now. Change the gate code. Change the staff entrance. Change everything. No one in or out until I am back inside that compound. Do you understand me? No one." His head of security on the ot

The banging on the main gate got louder BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. It was not a knock. Someone was hitting it with a car. David's radio was screaming. "Sir! Press van trying to force gate! And madam's mother is shouting! She says if you don't open she will climb!" My mother climbing a gate? My mother who cannot walk fast without her knee pain? That alone told me something was terribly wrong. Jidenna looked at me. His eyes were asking me one question. What does your mother have to do with this? I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. "Open the small gate for her only," Jidenna ordered into David's radio. "No press. If any press enters, shoot in the air." David ran. The living room was still locked down. Twenty-three staff, twenty-three phones on the floor. The garden boy with the iPhone was now kneeling, crying. "Sir, I no know wetin dey for the video! Emeka say make I delete am, he go give me ten thousand!" The detective slapped handcuffs on him. "You will explain at the st

Lekki Phase 1, House 14, was dark. Amara entered alone, as Vanessa instructed. Her phone was on silent, tracker blinking in her braid. Jidenna and the detective were two streets away in an unmarked car, watching her dot move. Vanessa opened the door herself. She was beautiful, even in anger. Tall, light skin, short hair, wearing a red dress. The same dress Sophia wore in one old picture. "You came," Vanessa said, smiling. "Genius wife. You really love him, abi? Contract wife falling in love with her boss." Amara walked inside. The house smelled of alcohol. Bottles everywhere. On the couch, Ifunanya, the lawyer, was tied, eyes swollen from crying. She was alive. "Let her go," Amara said. "You have me." Vanessa laughed and locked the door. "Let her go? No. She is my witness. She saw Sophia sign the real will. She knows the fake will I made will not stand in court." Ifunanya shook her head violently, trying to speak through tape. Vanessa poured wine. "Do you know why I hate Soph

The drums in Umuleri started beating at 6am. Today, I, Amara, will marry Jidenna again, but this time, not for 6 months contract. For love. For lifetime. For real. My uncle insisted on a real traditional wedding after hospital. He called Jidenna at midnight after we left the hospital in Lagos and said, "That contract wedding you did in Lagos court is not a wedding. That one started as 3 months after Emeka, who was working for Jidenna, on Amara's wedding night, and she was crying outside in the rain, and Jidenna, Emeka's boss, saw her once and helped her. I did not give my brother's daughter away then on behalf of my late brother. We must do it properly now in village, so village people will know she is not contract wife, she is real wife." So here we are. Umuleri village square. Red sand everywhere. White and red canopies. Plastic chairs. Goat meat smell. Palm wine calabash. My village people sitting, gossiping, but this time not about my naked picture that Vanessa leaked. Abo