Shadows and Secrets
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Chapter Three: Shadows and Secrets
Adanna’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed into her private lounge. The moment the heavy door shut behind her, she let out a deep breath, gripping the edge of the velvet chaise.
Pregnant.
Yasmin had just played the most dangerous card in their ongoing battle for Solomon’s attention. A new baby meant she was solidifying her position, staking her claim to a bigger piece of the family fortune. And Solomon, ever the fool for fresh excitement, had smiled like she’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket.
Adanna poured herself a glass of whiskey, a habit she indulged in only when she needed to think. She had spent two decades by Solomon’s side, helping him rise from a struggling entrepreneur to one of Nigeria’s wealthiest men. She had sacrificed, endured, and played the role of the perfect wife. And now, she was supposed to sit back and watch some scheming little girl rewrite the rules of the game?
No.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. She straightened, regaining her composure. “Come in.”
The door opened, and in walked Desmond—her personal assistant. A tall, sharply dressed man in his early thirties, Desmond was more than just an employee. He was loyal, discreet, and, more importantly, he knew how to get things done.
“You called, madam?” he asked smoothly.
Adanna swirled the whiskey in her glass. “I need to know everything about Yasmin. Every secret. Every weakness.”
Desmond gave a slow nod. “Already on it. But there’s something else you should know.”
Adanna’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
Desmond hesitated before speaking. “It’s about Solomon. The rumors Teni mentioned... they aren’t just rumors. He’s been seeing someone in Abuja. A much younger woman.”
Adanna clenched her jaw. “A fourth wife?”
Desmond exhaled. “Possibly. Or a mistress with potential.”
A cold rage spread through Adanna’s veins. Solomon thought he could replace her? Cast her aside like an outdated investment? No, he had forgotten who she was.
She took a slow sip of her whiskey before placing the glass down with deliberate precision. “Find out everything, Desmond. And be discreet.”
Desmond nodded. “Of course, madam.”
As he left, Adanna leaned back, tapping her manicured nails against the armrest. If Solomon wanted war, she would give him war.
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Meanwhile…
Teni sat in her bedroom suite, scrolling through her phone as she sipped her own drink. Yasmin’s pregnancy changed everything. It was one thing to compete for Solomon’s attention, but an heir? That shifted the power dynamics.
She needed leverage.
Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.
Unknown: I have information on Solomon. Interested?
Teni’s eyes widened.
She quickly typed back. Who is this?
Unknown: A friend. Meet me tomorrow. I’ll give you proof.
Teni smirked. She didn’t know who was behind this, but one thing was clear—Solomon had secrets. And she was about to use them.
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At Yasmin’s Wing of the Mansion…
Yasmin stood in front of her mirror, running a hand over her still-flat stomach. A child meant security. It meant a lasting claim to the Adeyemi empire.
But she wasn’t foolish. Adanna and Teni wouldn’t take this lightly. They would scheme, plot, try to undermine her.
Let them.
She had spent years studying Solomon, understanding how he thought. He liked his women strong, but submissive. Beautiful, but not too independent. Yasmin knew how to keep him wrapped around her finger.
Still, she wasn’t taking chances. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
When the voice on the other end answered, she said simply, “It’s time. Start digging into Adanna and Teni. Find out what they don’t want Solomon to know.”
She smiled as she ended the call. In the game of power, knowledge was the ultimate weapon. And Yasmin intended to be the last one standing.
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As the night deepened over the Adeyemi mansion, each wife lay awake, plotting their next move.
The war had officially begun.
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