The Marriage Clause
“The new order rises. And Amara Obi? You’re either with me—or you’re nothing.”
The broadcast cut to static, replaced by coordinates: a private island off the coast of Lagos. Adebayo’s endgame.
Amara looked at Ezekiel, then Ifeanyi, her resolve hardening. “We finished this.”
But as they prepared to leave, a hidden camera in the warehouse blinked red, its feed streaming to an unknown location. Adebayo watched, smiling, and beside him stood a figure Amara wouldn’t recognize—a woman, her face obscured, whispering, “She’s coming. Just as planned.”