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CHAPTER TWO: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
Zaria paced outside her father’s study, her heart pounding in quiet rebellion. The Adeyemi estate had always felt like a fortress—grand, impenetrable, filled with secrets. But tonight, something about its thick walls felt suffocating.
The gala continued in the ballroom below, the hum of conversation and laughter distant, but in this hallway, there was only silence and the weight of whatever awaited her behind the heavy wooden doors.
She took a breath and pushed them open.
Chief Femi Adeyemi sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Across from him sat another figure, one that sent a wave of irritation through her veins.
Tade Okoye.
He leaned back in his chair, exuding effortless arrogance, his sharp eyes flicking toward her the moment she entered.
“What is he doing here?” Zaria asked, her voice cool.
Her father sighed, rubbing his temples. “Sit down, Zaria.”
She remained standing.
Tade smirked. “Still stubborn, I see.”
“And you’re still insufferable.”
Her father cleared his throat, cutting off the exchange. “Enough. There’s no time for your childish bickering.”
Zaria’s jaw tightened, but she finally moved to sit, crossing her arms. “Talk.”
Chief Adeyemi exhaled deeply. “The company is in trouble, Zaria.”
Her stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?” she asked, though the weight in his tone already told her it was worse than she could imagine.
“The recent government policies on import restrictions have hit us hard. Our offshore accounts are under scrutiny, and… there are debts. More than we can handle without outside intervention.”
Zaria’s mind raced. She had known there were financial struggles, but nothing on this scale. The Adeyemis were one of the most powerful families in Lagos—how could they be at risk?
“There’s more,” her father continued, his gaze sharp. “The Mensahs have been moving aggressively, trying to acquire our assets through shell companies. If they succeed, we’ll lose everything.”
Zaria inhaled sharply. The Mensahs. The third family in their tangled web of power. Ruthless, calculating, and always waiting for a moment of weakness.
She turned to Tade. “And what does any of this have to do with him?”
Tade’s smirk faded, replaced by something colder. “The Okoye family is in a similar position,” he admitted. “We’re facing political pressure, and our largest investors are pulling out.”
Zaria’s lips parted slightly. Tade was the golden child of the Okoye empire—he never admitted to weakness. If he was saying this, then the situation was dire.
Her father leaned forward. “The only way to save both families… is for you and Tade to unite.”
Zaria’s heart stopped.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious.”
Her mind reeled. “You’re suggesting—what? Marriage? As some kind of business transaction?”
Tade’s jaw clenched. “It’s already been decided.”
Zaria shot out of her seat. “Decided by who?”
“By the people who actually understand what’s at stake,” Tade said evenly.
Her father interjected. “Listen to me, Zaria. If you two unite, our families merge resources. We regain control. Investors will see stability. The Mensahs won’t dare move against us if we’re stronger together.”
Zaria turned to her father, her voice sharp. “And what about me? Do I get a say in this?”
Chief Adeyemi’s gaze softened, but there was steel beneath it. “This isn’t just about you, Zaria. It’s about survival.”
A suffocating silence settled between them.
Zaria felt cornered. She had spent her life fighting for independence in a world that constantly tried to control her. And now, they were asking her to sacrifice her future to save a legacy built on secrets and corruption.
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