Zahra slammed the door shut.
`Mrs. Ade can’t know,` she whispered. `If the estate finds out…`
Her hands shook. Daniel was her son. Her shame. Her secret.
The next morning, rumors were already spreading.
`Did you hear? Zahra had a man at her door last night.`
`He looked just like her.`
`I heard he’s from that rich family on the hill.`
Zahra hid at work. But by noon, her boss called her in.
`Zahra,` he said, sliding his phone across the table. `Is this your son?`
On the screen: A blurry photo. Daniel. Standing at her door in the rain.
And the caption: `Who is this mystery man?`
Zahra’s world collapsed.
Because if they kept digging… they would find the DNA test too.Zahra grabbed the phone. Her fingers went numb.
`No,` she whispered. `That’s not…`
But her boss was already staring. Waiting.
`My son?` she choked out. `He… he’s not my son.`
The Zahra grabbed the phone from her boss. Her hands shook so hard she almost dropped it.
`That’s not my son,` she lied. Her voice broke.
The office went silent.
Her boss leaned Zahra ran out of the office. Her chest burned.
`He’s not my son,` she kept repeating in her head. But no one believed her.
Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number:
`We know who he is. Pay us, or the whole estate sees the photo.`
Blackmail.
Zahra stopped