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@Fancyfoodmart God knows, I give you the same energy you give me. If na me, I no go do as if I know anything. On the naming ceremony day, if I no get where I dey go, I go dey house dey do my things and ignore any celebration going around
Amara sighed.
"I don't even know where to start," she whispered.
A black SUV suddenly stopped beside her.
The tinted window rolled down.
Inside sat one of the wealthiest businessmen in Lagos.
Chief Damian Cole.
Amara froze.
Everyone knew him.
Powerful.
Rich.
Dangerous.
Rumors followed him everywhere.
Nobody knew which rumors were true.
"Miss Amara Okafor?" he asked calmly.
Her heart skipped.
How did he know her name?
"Y-yes?"
"I have a job offer for you."
Amara frowned.
"What kind of job?"
Damian smiled.
"The kind that will solve every problem in your life."
Thunder exploded across the sky.
Something about his smile felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Yet the thought of money made her hesitate.
"My mother is in the hospital," she admitted quietly.
"I know."
Amara's blood ran cold.
He knew?
How?
Damian reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope.
Inside was more money than Amara had ever seen in her entire life.
Her hands trembled.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered.
Damian stared at her.
For a moment, his expression became dark.
Almost frightening.
Then he said four words that changed everything.
"Marry me for one year."
Amara felt the world stop.
Before she could answer, another car screeched to a halt behind the SUV.
A young woman jumped out.
Her eyes burned with fury.
She pointed directly at Amara.
"Stay away from him!" she screamed.
Damian's face instantly hardened.
The woman turned to Amara.
"You have no idea who this man really is."
And then she revealed a secret that made Amara's knees go weak.
"He is responsible for your father's death."
TO BE CONTINUED...
The rain poured heavily over the streets of Lagos, turning the roads into rivers of mud and chaos.
Amara tightened her grip on her handbag as she hurried toward the bus stop. At twenty-four, she had already learned that life was unfair. Her father was dead, her mother was sick, and the bills never stopped coming.
Her phone vibrated.
It was another message from her landlord.
PAY YOUR RENT OR LEAVE THE HOUSE.