CHARPTER:4
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CHAPTER FOUR: THE FIRST SHOWDOWN
The announcement of their engagement spread like wildfire.
Zaria had barely stepped out of her office when her phone lit up with a barrage of messages—congratulations, disbelief, carefully worded curiosity. The media had already picked it up, spinning headlines that ranged from “Billionaire Titans Unite: Adeyemi & Okoye Families to Merge in Marriage” to the more scandalous “From Rivals to Lovers? The Surprise Engagement That No One Saw Coming.”
She read none of them. She didn’t need the world to tell her what she already knew—this was no fairy-tale engagement. This was war.
And the first battle was their public debut as a couple.
The Lagos Business and Philanthropy Gala was the perfect setting—an annual event where the wealthiest families gathered under one roof, draped in designer attire and wrapped in invisible power struggles. The city’s elite would be watching, waiting for cracks in their performance.
Zaria had no intention of giving them any.
She arrived at the venue in a deep emerald gown, the satin hugging her frame with quiet confidence. If she had to play this role, she would do it on her own terms—commanding, untouchable.
Tade was already waiting at the entrance, looking maddeningly at ease in a custom tuxedo. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt with effortless arrogance, as if he hadn’t just thrown both their lives into chaos.
She took a slow breath and approached him.
“You’re late,” he murmured, offering his arm.
Zaria ignored his outstretched hand and stepped forward, keeping a polite distance. “I didn’t realize I had a schedule to follow.”
Tade smirked but said nothing. Instead, he leaned in just enough for his breath to brush her ear. “Are you ready to convince the world we’re madly in love?”
She gave him a cool smile. “I think I’ll let you do most of the acting.”
They entered the grand ballroom together, the sound of heels clicking against marble, of hushed conversations shifting toward them. Heads turned, and cameras flashed.
Zaria kept her posture poised, every movement controlled. She had been raised for moments like this—to stand beside powerful men, to command attention without saying a word. But never like this. Never as someone else’s fiancée.
Tade, on the other hand, seemed to thrive in it. He greeted familiar faces with his signature charm, his grip on her waist just firm enough to make it clear: she was his. At least, that’s what they wanted everyone to believe.
She caught sight of her father across the room, deep in conversation with Chief Olumide, one of the most influential oil magnates in the country. The two men had been adversaries for years—until now.
It was a reminder that this engagement wasn’t just about her and Tade. It was about alliances, debts, and deals made in rooms she was never invited into.
“Zaria.”
A voice pulled her back to the present. A familiar voice.
Her heart stilled as she turned to see Kainjo Falana.
A man from her past. A mistake she had tried to forget.
He stood before them, exuding the quiet, dangerous confidence of someone who knew exactly how much damage he could cause.
Tade’s grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly.
“Kainjo,” she said smoothly, ignoring the sudden tension in her spine. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
His dark eyes flickered with amusement. “Neither was I—especially not on the arm of an Okoye.”
Zaria forced a laugh. “Well, life is full of surprises.”
Kainjo’s gaze lingered on her, unreadable, before shifting to Tade. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”
Tade returned the look with calculated ease. “Thank you, Falana.” He didn’t extend a hand, didn’t offer a polite smile. Just a stare. One predator recognizing another.
Kainjo smirked. “I wonder, Tade—did she tell you why we broke up?”
A muscle in Tade’s jaw tightened.
Zaria felt the air shift, the weight of old wounds pressing against the fragile illusion of their engagement.
“Kainjo,” she said warningly.
He only smiled. “Ah, so he doesn’t know.”
Tade’s fingers grazed her lower back, a silent command to stay calm. But beneath the surface, she could sense something deeper—something darker.
She didn’t have time to decipher it before Kainjo leaned in, lowering his voice just enough for only the two of them to hear.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Zaria. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Then, with a knowing smirk, he walked away.
She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay composed. But she could feel Tade’s gaze on her, sharp and unrelenting.
“Care to explain?” he asked.
She lifted her chin. “No.”
Tade’s smirk returned, but there was nothing amused about it. “Then I guess I’ll have to find out myself.”
And just like that, the balance of power between them shifted once again.
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