The 10 Million Naira Wife

Chapter 14: THe SHARK

"Your husband is terrifying," Kemi said as we left the penthouse. "In a hot way."

It was 8 PM. Dami had signed. KolaTech was now a NairaFlow subsidiary. He kept 5% and his job. On paper. In reality, he reported to me.

To Anon.

Khalil drove us home. His home. Our home. The marriage contract said "separate rooms." That ended today.

"You were quiet during the takeover," he said as the elevator rose to his penthouse. "Regrets?"

"About bankrupting my ex?" I stepped into his space. "No. About doing it in a pantsuit? Maybe."

The elevator dinged. His penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Lagos at night. All his.

All ours.

"You claimed me," he said, backing me against the glass. "To a Minister. On record. Why?"

"Because you claimed me first," I said. "On live. To 1.1 million people."

His hand was on my throat. Not choking. Possessing. "That was business, Zara. This is..."

"Marriage," I finished.

His thumb brushed my pulse. "The contract says one year. No feelings."

"The contract also said I don't sleep with you," I said. "But I kissed you back. At LUTH. And on live."

"So you're breaking the contract?"

"I'm renegotiating," I said. "New terms. Partners in bed. Partners in business. Partners in everything."

His eyes went black. Shark eyes. "And if I say no?"

"Then I walk," I lied. "And you lose Anon. And your inheritance. And the only woman who ever looked at The Shark and said 'mine'."

He laughed. Low. Dangerous. "You're threatening me, Mrs. Adeyemi?"

"I'm offering you everything, Khalil. Me. NairaFlow. A legacy that isn't built on fear."

He kissed me. Hard. Not the gentle LUTH kiss. This was conquest. His hand fisted in my hair. My back hit the glass. Lagos 60 floors below.

"You want to be partners?" he growled against my mouth. "Then act like it. No more secrets. No more running. You’re mine tonight."

"Yours," I agreed. "But you’re mine too. Say it."

"Yours," he said. And sealed it with his mouth.

My phone buzzed on the floor. Kemi: `Boss! We hit 10K reads! #1 Trending!`

I ignored it.

Khalil carried me to his bedroom. His bedroom. Our bedroom now.

"Last chance," he said, laying me on silk sheets that cost more than my old apartment. "Contract or real?"

I pulled him down. "Both."

Outside, Lagos glittered. Dami was ruined. The Minister was groveling. NairaFlow was worth billions.

Inside, The Shark finally got to devour his wife.

And Anon finally let herself be caught.

My phone buzzed again. Stary notification: `Congratulations! 15,000 reads! Keep updating daily to qualify for bonus!`

Khalil covered it with his hand. "No phones. Just us."

"Just us," I agreed.

And for the first time since Mama got sick, since I became Anon, since I sold myself for ₦10 million...

I stopped surviving.

And started living.

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3:00 AM.

I woke up to Khalil watching me. "Can't sleep?"

"Thinking," he said. "About 30,000 words."

I blinked. "What?"

"Your book," he said, tracing my spine. "You told the Minister you're Anon. The world knows. You can't hide now. So finish it. Write our story. All of it. The ugly, the contracts, the ₦10 million. Make them pay to read how The Shark got tamed."

"By who?"

He kissed my shoulder. "By the 10 Million Naira Wife."

My phone lit up. Stary: `Daily update streak: 2 days. Keep going!`

I rolled over. Grabbed it. Opened the app.

"Writing?" Khalil murmured, pulling me back.

"Partners," I said. "In bed. In business. In 30,000 words."

He laughed into my neck. "That's my girl."

And I started typing Chapter 15.