CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Over the shock of being assaulted, a wild hunger of fury took its place. Abdul’s i***t wife wasn’t the one to blame. Deola was.
No matter what Blaise said to her, nothing would change. The woman with the kind of power and money Lamisi couldn’t even fathom would come after her again. And again. The prima donna wanted Blaise, and there was probably nothing she wouldn’t do in order to make it happen.
Scenes from too many Nigerian and Ghanaian movies where a woman was kidn*pped by a jealous ex came to mind. The ideas had to be initiated from somewhere. She had no doubt that Deola could and would make her disappear without getting caught.
Was she willing to risk her life for a man? Not just any man, but Blaise. The one her heart seemed to beat for. They hadn’t known eac
