A House Divided
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Chapter Seven: A House Divided
The Adeyemi mansion had always been a symbol of power, wealth, and control. But now, its walls were closing in. Secrets had become weapons, and trust had turned into a liability. The war had truly begun.
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Solomon’s Fury
Solomon had built his empire through sheer will and ruthlessness. But the storm brewing around him was unlike anything he had ever faced.
The media was on his heels, fueled by leaks from an unknown source. His business associates were whispering behind his back. And worst of all—Halima was missing.
He sat in his study, his fingers tightening around his glass of whiskey. His wives thought they could manipulate him. But they had made one critical mistake:
They underestimated him.
He picked up his phone and made a call.
"Find Halima," he ordered. "I don’t care what it takes. I need to know who was behind this."
The voice on the other end hesitated. "Sir, there’s something else. Your wife, Yasmin… she’s been making calls. To some dangerous people."
Solomon’s grip on his glass tightened.
Yasmin.
The one he thought was different. The one he had trusted.
His vision darkened with rage. He would deal with her soon enough.
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Adanna’s Calculations
Adanna had spent years ensuring she remained untouchable. She had seen Solomon destroy men and women alike, but she had always been one step ahead.
Now, she had to make sure she stayed there.
She met Desmond at a secluded café. He slid a flash drive across the table.
"Everything on Halima. Her connections, her family. And most importantly—who took her."
Adanna’s eyes gleamed. "Who?"
Desmond exhaled. "Yasmin."
Adanna smirked, leaning back. So, the little girl had fangs after all.
"Good," she murmured. "Now, let’s make sure Solomon finds out."
Desmond hesitated. "That’s dangerous, madam. If he knows Yasmin is behind it, he might—"
"That’s the point," Adanna interrupted. "He needs to be too busy fighting his own household to come after me."
She took the flash drive and left, her heart steady.
Solomon was already a man on edge. A little push, and he would self-destruct.
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Teni’s Checkmate
Teni had always known how to play Solomon. But this time, she was playing to win.
She sat across from the journalist she had fed information to. "I need you to release the story. Now."
The journalist hesitated. "This will ruin him."
Teni smiled coldly. "That’s the idea."
By morning, the headlines screamed:
BILLIONAIRE SOLOMON ADEYEMI INVOLVED IN SECRET AFFAIR – PREGNANT MISTRESS MISSING!
Social media exploded. Investors panicked. Solomon’s carefully built empire began to shake.
Teni sat back, sipping her tea. Checkmate.
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Yasmin’s Downfall
Yasmin thought she had won. She had eliminated Halima, secured her place with Solomon, and positioned herself as the most powerful wife.
But she didn’t expect what came next.
That night, Solomon stormed into her wing of the mansion. His face was dark, his hands trembling with barely contained fury.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
Yasmin blinked innocently. "Who?"
Solomon threw a folder onto the table. Photographs. Call records. Evidence.
"You ordered Halima’s disappearance."
Yasmin’s heart pounded. How did he find out?
Solomon stepped closer, his voice dangerously low. "You crossed a line, Yasmin."
For the first time, Yasmin felt fear.
"I did it for us," she whispered. "For our child."
Solomon stared at her for a long moment. Then he exhaled, shaking his head. "Pack your things."
Yasmin’s blood ran cold. "Solomon, no—"
"You wanted to play this game?" His voice was calm, but lethal. "Now, suffer the consequences."
She opened her mouth to plead, but he was already walking away.
And just like that, her world collapsed.
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The Aftermath
By the end of the week:
Yasmin was removed from the mansion, her name erased from Solomon’s estate.
Adanna remained untouchable, her power solidified.
Teni had won her battle, securing her financial future.
Solomon’s empire was in chaos, but he refused to fall.
And Halima?
She was found. Alive.
But she wasn’t alone. She had a secret weapon: Solomon’s unborn son.
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