DANGEROUS CONNECTIONS
729 Words
Zara couldn’t sleep.
The tiny fan on the ceiling whirred lazily, but the humid Kilimani night pressed in like a weight. Her phone screen lit the dark room, thumb scrolling through her i********: feed mindlessly. Yet, her mind wasn't on memes or makeup reels. It was on Ayana.
Her sister had fallen asleep an hour ago, curled up on the lower bunk of Zara’s bed like she used to back when things were simpler before secrets and billionaire contracts.
Zara looked over at Ayana now, her face peaceful despite everything. But Zara’s gut twisted. Someone was watching them. Someone had both their numbers. Someone knew more than they were saying.
She slipped out of bed quietly and pulled out her laptop from under a pile of papers. As the screen blinked to life, Zara opened a new browser tab and typed in: Claudia Ethan Carter Nairobi.
She wasn’t expecting much. But what popped up made her jaw drop.
"Socialite Claudia M. Spotted at Golden Circle Gala in Paris Rumored to Have Rekindled Romance with Billionaire Ethan Carter.”
Zara’s lips parted.
There were photos. Claudia in a red velvet gown, her hand around Ethan’s arm. Ethan looked stiff, expression unreadable. But Claudia? She looked like she’d won.
Zara’s fingers flew across the keys. She opened Claudia’s i********:. It was public. Bold move. Or maybe just cocky.
Claudia’s last post was from a week ago. A boomerang video from a hotel rooftop, champagne in hand.
The caption read:
"When you know the game, you never lose."
Zara’s heart pounded. Was this the woman behind the messages? Was Claudia threatening Ayana? Or warning her?
She copied the link and sent it to herself on w******p, along with a note: Show Ayana tomorrow.
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The next morning, Ayana woke to the smell of pancakes and Zara humming Sauti Sol.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Zara said with a grin. “I made food. Don’t die of shock.”
Ayana smiled weakly, sitting up and stretching. Her body ached from the cramped bed. “You didn’t poison it, right?”
“Only a little.”
They laughed. It felt good. Like home.
But the lightness faded once Zara passed her the phone.
“I found this last night,” she said. “Claudia’s page. And this article.”
Ayana’s smile vanished. She stared at the photo of Claudia with Ethan, bile rising in her throat.
“She’s in Nairobi?” she whispered.
“Looks like it.”
Ayana stood slowly, fists clenched. “She’s making her move.”
Zara crossed her arms. “So what do we do?”
“We don’t let her win.”
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Scene: Ethan’s Mansion Later That Day
Ethan stared at the CCTV footage on his tablet, jaw tight.
“Where was this taken?” he asked.
Leo, his private security head, looked grim. “Kilimani. Outside a girls’ hostel. She was there last night.”
Ethan paused. “Alone?”
“No. With her sister. And someone else was following them. Unmarked car. Same one spotted near the salon two weeks ago.”
Ethan’s stomach turned.
He grabbed his phone and dialed Ayana.
She didn’t pick up.
Again.
Again.
Frustrated, he hit the intercom. “Tell security to find Ayana Mwende. Now.”
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Scene: Café in Lavington
Ayana stirred her cappuccino, hands trembling. Across the table sat a woman with sunglasses, flawless makeup, and a cruel smile.
Claudia.
“I thought you’d never respond,” Claudia said, removing her shades.
“I’m here. What do you want?” Ayana asked coldly.
Claudia tilted her head. “To see the girl who thought she could steal my fiancé.”
Ayana’s jaw clenched. “You weren’t together. You broke up.”
“Details,” Claudia said with a shrug. “Ethan and I have history. You? You’re just… convenient.”
Ayana stood. “If you’re done throwing shade, I’ll go.”
But Claudia’s next words froze her in place.
“You think I’m your enemy, Ayana. But I’m the only one who can protect you from what’s coming.”
“What does that mean?”
Claudia smiled darkly. “Ask Ethan about Lamu. Then decide whose side you’re really on.”
Ayana’s breath caught.
Lamu.
A place Ethan had refused to talk about.
She walked out without another word, heart pounding like a war drum.
She needed answers.
Now.
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