The 10 Million Naira Wife

Chapter 1: The ₦10 Million Proposal

The law office smelled like money and bad decisions.

I gripped the contract until my knuckles turned white. ₦10,000,000. Ten million naira. Enough to pay for Mama's surgery. Enough to save her life.

Enough to sell mine.

"Miss Okafor, are you listening?" The lawyer's voice cut through my panic. "Mr. Khalil Adeyemi requires a wife. Immediately. This is a business arrangement. One year. Ten million upfront."

I looked at the photo on the desk. Khalil "The Shark" Adeyemi. 29. Ruthless. Billionaire. The man who'd just fired his entire tech division. My division.

The man who didn't know I was Anon, the faceless CEO of NairaFlow. The woman whose startup he was trying to destroy.

"And if I refuse?" My voice shook.

"Then your mother dies in 3 weeks," he said flatly. "I did my research, Zara. Stage 4. Lakeshore Hospital. ₦8.7 million bill."

My blood froze. How did he—

"The contract, Miss Okafor. Sign it, and the money hits your account in 10 minutes. Don't sign, and I buy the hospital. And shut it down."

The Shark was famous for one thing: He always won.

I picked up the pen. My hand was numb.

This was insanity. Marrying my enemy. The man who was bankrupting me by day, while I secretly ran the tech empire he was trying to buy by night.

He had no idea who I really was.

And I was about to become Mrs. Khalil Adeyemi.

For ten million naira.

I signed.

"Good girl," the lawyer smiled. "The car is waiting. Your husband wants to meet his new wife."