Married to my enemy

The clouds had darkened long before the funeral ended. Heavy rain poured over the burial ground, soaking black umbrellas and expensive shoes alike. Thunder rumbled in the distance as mourners hurried to leave, their whispered condolences drowned by the relentless downpour. Lily stood motionless. She barely noticed the rain that clung to her dress or the mud beneath her feet. Her eyes remained fixed on the fresh mound of earth where her mother had been laid to rest only minutes ago. Her mother was gone. Gone forever. And with her, a part of Lily felt buried too. One by one, the mourners disappeared until only family members remained. Her younger brother clung to her hand while her little brother sobbed quietly against their father's chest. "Come on, children," their father said weakly. "Let's go home." The house felt emptier than ever. Pictures still hung on the walls. Her mother's favorite chair remained untouched. Everything looked the same. But nothing would ever be the same again. Unable to bear the silence, Lily locked herself in her room and finally let the tears she had been holding back consume her. A knock came at the door. "Lily," her father called softly. She wiped her eyes and opened it. But the expression on his face made her heart sink. He looked terrified. Older. Broken. "Father?" His hands trembled. "We have a problem." At first, Lily thinks he's talking about funeral expenses. Then he says: "I owe them money." She frowns. "How much?" Her father lowers his head. "Three hundred million naira." Before Lily can process the shocking amount, a loud bang echoes from downstairs. BANG! BANG! BANG! Someone is pounding on the front door. Then a deep male voice shouts: "Mr. Blake!" "We know you're inside!" "Open this door, or we'll break it down!" Lily's blood runs cold.