Manda, now known as Amara, had spent the last few weeks moving through the mansion like a shadow. The grandeur of the Obianuju estate was no longer something she could admire; it had become the backdrop to a world of invisible rules, power plays, and unspoken expectations. Every corner of the house, every glance from the staff, every interaction with the family members, seemed to carry with it a hidden meaning. And yet, despite all the chaos swirling around her, Amara had learned one important lesson: she would have to play this game very carefully if she wanted to survive.
It was early morning when Amara first realized how much she had been observing in silence. She had been in the mansion for nearly a month, yet the house was still a labyrinth to her, a puzzle with no clear answer. But
