Son of the Gods

Chapter 1: The Pawn Lagos is not for the weak. Especially when your name is Ada Okonkwo and you're serving zobo at Chief Adeyemi's party just to pay your school fees. I balanced the tray on my head, walking past men in agbada who laughed with fake smiles. My uniform was faded, but my pride was still intact. Until I heard it. "That's her... The Chief's bride." My tray almost slipped from my hands. Bride? What bride? I was nineteen. I hadn't even had my first kiss. Then the doors burst open. The music stopped. The air froze. He walked in. Tall. Dark. Designer Ankara that cost more than my four years of school fees. A face like thunder. Eyes that had seen war. Smith Adeyemi. The Son of the Gods. Chief Adeyemi's only son. Everyone bowed slightly. Me? I froze. He scanned the room... then his eyes landed on me. He walked over. Slow. Dangerous. The crowd parted. He stopped in front of me. Grabbed my chin. Forced me to meet his gaze. "You." His voice was cold as ice. I was trembling. "I... I didn't do anything, sir..." He smirked. "You're trembling." My heart was pounding. "Please... I only came to work..." He leaned closer. Whispered so only I could hear: "Good. Because you're mine now." Gasps erupted across the ballroom. "WHAT?!" "Chief's son chose a maid?!" "This can't be real!" I felt my knees buckle. Smith turned to the crowd. His voice rang out, loud and clear: "The engagement is confirmed. Ada Okonkwo... is my bride." My legs gave out. He caught me before I hit the floor. His arms were like steel around my waist. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear: "Try not to run, Ada. It won't end well for you." End of Chapter 1 ---