CHAPTER 14
Port Harcourt's air hit different when you returned with fire in your chest.
I stepped out of the black Benz—custom plates, no chauffeur. I drove myself. I wanted them to see. My heels clicked against the driveway tiles of my parents' compound in Odili Road, each step echoing like a challenge. The sun was heavy but I didn’t flinch. My skin glowed, oiled and kissed with just the right amount of scandal.
I'd worn white—backless, high-slit, and sinful. A dress made for whispers. I wasn’t hiding. Not from the rumors. Not from Duke. Not from anyone.
Mummy’s staff stared from the side gates like they didn’t know whether to bow or report me. I gave them my best smile. The dangerous kind. The kind that said: I know what you heard, and yes, I liked it.
Inside, the house smelled of p
