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He asked I didn't know how to reply him, I looked at Anna's face but I couldn't read those emotions in her face. As soon as I wanted to speak, I heard dad's voice. "Kenneth, Kenneth," Dad greeted while doing their brotherly hug "Gbenga, the engineer, how are you?" Uncle Ken asked dad "Am okay o. See as you kon fresh like ripe tomatoes(Look at how fresh you are, like ripe tomatoes), you have finish Nigeria money," Dad said which caused everyone to laugh

“They were inseparable for quite some time.” Gerald smiled. “What a small world.” The room gradually relaxed. Everyone seemed normal except Damien. His dark eyes moved slowly from Katie… to Brian… then back again. He placed his cutlery neatly beside his plate before looking directly at Brian. “Nephew.” Brian straightened instinctively. “Yes, Uncle?” Damien’s voice remained calm. “Can you explain why my wife knows you?” The question landed like a stone in still water. Katie’s smile almost disappeared. Her mind instantly returned to the conversation they had shared inside the restaurant.

Nancy nodded and walked out. I didn’t know what she said to Mom, but the harassing phone calls became much less frequent. Not long after, things suddenly took a turn. That day, I was negotiating prices with a supplier when Nancy suddenly sent me a link. Along with it, she wrote, [Your cousin is trending online.] I clicked on it and saw that a gossip account had posted. The headline was dramatic. [Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful]

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

Ajike retorted, “Which uncle?“ the police asked, Ajike didn't talk again, she burst into tears and her parents also burst into tears, “we have so many uncles around us, her father's brothers work for us and my siblings are working for us likewise my siblings, I don't know, and If you ask from her she might not talk for hours” her mom says, “Which problem is this, one uncle wants to kill my daughter, my only daughter in my house because of my wealth” Olabamiji murmured,

she asked. “I'm Jade. You seem to know this place pretty well. How long have you been here?” “A few months ago, I was sold to Eduardo when my father caught me lying on top of a girl kissing her in my room. Her name was Ife, and she had Nigerian descent.” My jaw dropped, a shock brewing in my chest.” what? That's shocking. I'm so sorry about that. You mean he didn't owe the boss anything and sold you for compensation?” “Not exactly a story you hear every day, huh? Well, no, he was a priest; he had the money and wealth, and he just sent me here so I could suffer for my sins. He said I was condemned, and this was my hell; he was such a fanatic.”

In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew ruined my life and I was foolishly helping his uncle the next day.

Izzy asked in a whisper, barely able to breathe, as she looked at her uncle, who was her mother’s brother. "I-I'm sorry, Izzy. Y-you didn’t make it in time for your mom. A-ate Hilda is gone..." Her uncle said, tears flowing as he struggled to breathe. Hearing those words, Izzy was overwhelmed with deep pain and regret. Her uncle spoke again. "Ate Hilda is dead, Isabel..." It felt like a bomb exploded in her ear, and those five words from her Uncle Pedring shattered her heart. Words she thought she would never hear again, especially after her mother had recovered completely.